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Chapter 2459 - 2457: Eighteen Layers of Hell
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Chapter 2459: Chapter 2457: Eighteen Layers of Hell

Yama’s Palace, a world situated in the Netherworld Sea.

The Yin Spiritual Energy gathers here, akin to the Heavenly Palace in the Immortal Realm.

The grand hall is hidden within the yellow Yin Spiritual Energy, for the people of this world.

It is like the palace hall of the immortals, the abode of immortals.

Under the summons of the Dharma Laksana of the Ten Kings of Hell, Long Fei came over, and to enter this world, the first thing to cross is a bridge.

This is the gateway to enter and exit this world. Without traversing this bridge, people will forever see Yama’s Palace as a mirage, without gaining entry.

On either side of this bridge in the Netherworld Sea, myriad ghostly blue flowers bloom.

Only petals, without leaves.

One of the Yama Lords introduced to Long Fei, "Does the Emperor know the name of this bridge?"

Long Fei chuckled softly, "In the Human Realm, its name is well-known, the Naihe Bridge."

He raised his hand and plucked a ghostly blue flower, holding it in his hand, he said, "Could this be the Other Shore Flower?"

"Indeed it is!"

The Ten Kings of Hell all laughed heartily.

They crossed the bridge, and at the end appeared a towering mountain peak, covered with peach blossoms, a blaze of crimson, a rare sight of such vivid color in this world.

Beneath the mountain peak was a cave, and at the cave entrance stood a massive blue stone paifang.

Hanging above the paifang was a plaque with the three large characters "Ghost Gate Pass".

One of the Yama Lords shouted towards the mountain peak, "Shen Tu, Yulei, open the gate, invite the Emperor into the city."

Under the grand Ghost Gate Pass, a mysterious light, like the Heavenly Gate of the Heavenly Court, lit up, unfurling a gateway.

The Ten Kings of Hell beckoned with a hand, leading Long Fei through the gate.

Passing through this Ghost Gate Pass marked the official entry into the Luofu World.

Here, palatial towers and jade mansions, all hidden within yellow mist, everything seemed ethereal.

Led by the Dharma Laksana of the Ten Kings of Hell, Long Fei tread the yellow mist.

Long Fei looked down, beneath the yellow mist lay a pitch-black expanse, like a smooth mirror.

Stepping upon it was like treading on a mirror surface, as if hiding a black universe beneath.

They led Long Fei to the center of the Luofu World.

Here was a colossal black vortex, devouring the surrounding Yin Spiritual Energy like a cosmic black hole.

Only those with the cultivation level of an Earth Immortal dared to be so close to this place.

"Is this the legendary Eighteen Layers of Hell?"

Long Fei looked at the Ten Kings of Hell.

The Ten Kings of Hell stroked their beards and chuckled, "The Emperor has guessed it right again. The mysteries the Emperor wishes to uncover lie within these Eighteen Layers of Hell. However, this place is a gathering of the Yin Qi from the entire Netherworld Sea, which takes form because of this place. The Emperor currently has two paths, one is for us to send the Emperor back, the other is to enter and find the answers the Emperor seeks."

One of the Yama Lords said, "We remind the Emperor, this world is extremely perilous. A slight mishap, and eternal downfall awaits. The Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva once vowed that Hell would be empty before he became a Buddha. His Buddhist Law is immense; he has not ascended since going down. We urge the Emperor to consider thoroughly."

"No need to consider, I have come precisely for this. If I fall here, then it is my fate."

Long Fei clasped his fists in salute to the Yama Lords and said, "Today’s hospitality will be repaid someday!"

He walked into the black vortex and soon vanished from the sight of the Yama Lords.

"A brave man, albeit a bit reckless."

One of the Yama Lords shook his head and sighed.

Another Yama Lord remarked, "Since ancient times, Hell has become a prison. No one can leave here, no one can change here, let us not hold too much hope."

"This is the decree of Emperor Fengdu, we act according to the decree! Cause and effect, all is predetermined."

A Yama Lord nodded.

One Yama Lord laughed, "Let’s go back and drink Meng Po Soup, and silently watch the Emperor’s fate unfold, anyway we have time."

Another Yama Lord laughed, "Sister Meng will probably be cross with us again, sneaking soup without paying."

"This time pay!"

The Yama Lords all laughed together and drifted away lightly.

In the darkness, like a Chaos World.

The sinister winds howled, the wail of ghosts and wolves echoed.

The Eighteen Layers of Hell are not a physical entity, but a space composed of eighteen fragmented small worlds.

The surrounding Yin Malevolence Qi assaults people, and if not for Long Fei having a True Immortal body, he would have been devoured upon entering.

The Black Tortoise Bloodline within him continually devours these Yin Qi, transforming the energy of this Yin Spiritual Energy for other bloodlines.

Five Divine Beasts appeared simultaneously, forming a circular Five Elements Halo above his head.

In this world, countless Yin Spirits roamed around him, countless consciousnesses attempting to invade his Divine Sea and occupy his body.

These consciousnesses, able to exist here, are each supremely divine, immensely powerful, capable of destroying a nation with a single thought outside.

They roared madly, wanting to escape using Long Fei’s body.

Long Fei summoned the Twelve Witch God Flags, setting up the Twelve Heavenly Gods and Demons Grand Formation to protect himself, rampaging through this world.

Any strong Yin Soul that approached was immediately refined by the Banner Spirits of the Witch God Flags.

These Yin Spiritual Energies are impossible to find in the Yang Realm.

Even the grievance Qi of an entire planet’s beings is not a fraction of what is present here.

"With your divine souls, I shall refine my divine skills. Convergence of all beings, consider it taking you out of here."

Long Fei’s voice echoed around.

The Banner Spirits of the Witch God Flags were not intimidated by these Yin Spirits, now driven to madness. Some stood a hundred feet tall, with tens of thousands of arms, some manifested thousands of heads.

They were terribly ghastly, terribly frenzied, terribly sinister.

After a round of impact, a ring of Yin Malevolence formed around Long Fei, enveloping him completely.

The Banner Spirits of the Twelve Witch God Flags frenziedly devoured these Yin Spirits through the formation, continuously growing stronger, continuously condensing.

Before long, they had, with the flag’s fabric becoming flesh, the flagpole as bone, and Long Fei’s blood as blood, each evolved their own Yin Body.

They stood around Long Fei, each as tall as stars, enormously large, only in these eighteen fragment worlds could they spread.

They were immensely huge, each in different forms, like eighteen mountains, eighteen primordial beasts.

They were connected with Long Fei’s spirit soul, yet each held their own independent consciousness.

They were Long Fei and yet not Long Fei.

This feeling was intricate, mysterious.

The eighteen fragment worlds quaked, trembled under their immense forms.

At this moment, a burst of golden light suddenly exploded before Long Fei’s eyes.

A monk’s Dharma Laksana appeared before Long Fei.

Robed in a kasaya, his gaze serene, he met Long Fei’s gaze across the eighteen giant monsters guarding him.

"Amitabha!"

A mantra resounded, ten thousand realms illuminated by Buddha’s light.

Tearing through darkness, lighting up the entire hell.

"Benefactor, they are merely souls who have lost themselves, why should you slaughter them all, doing such a defiant act against nature!"

The monk spoke, the light of Buddha enveloped all directions, preventing the Yin Souls from approaching.

The Twelve Witch Gods were enjoying themselves, disturbed by the monk, they each howled at him in frustration, causing the space around the monk to distort.

A great gust of wind arose, tossing the monk’s kasaya about, dimming the Buddha’s light significantly.

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