The outcome emerges before the war begins, the moment you take that step, you've already won.
The only thing to face is just a bit of Tai Sui's instinctual resistance and a few scattered thoughts gathered on Tai Sui's surface...
Isn't it simple?
"...Simple, my ass!"
When that roaring gale swept over, when those tendrils detached from the meat mountain, penetrating through his body, aiming to completely devour him.
In that instant, Hu Ma felt his flesh being flayed a billion times, each inch of skin peeling off, thrown into a boiling oil pot, repeatedly fried, every nerve extracted, sawn repeatedly under a serrated blade.
Of course, it was an illusion, his flesh still in the human world, only his Spiritual Body was here.
But this feeling was all too real, this pain was genuine, even the void before him felt like he had signed up to suffer for ten thousand years, only to realize that within those ten thousand years, every second stretched to beyond ten thousand years.
"Monkey Wine misguides me..."
At this moment, Hu Ma couldn't help but curse out loud, this bastard told him theoretically, eternal punishment doesn't exist, it's just scaring oneself.
So, what was this now?
This guy easily told him there was only one step left to elevating dimensions, but he didn't mention that this final step would face such overwhelming fear...
As the Magic Altar rose, Tai Sui's power was borrowed, the endless Purple Qi and gales converged upon the altar, gradually submerging Hu Ma, appearing as if he was sinking slowly into Tai Sui, getting closer to the origin.
This process never ceased, every inch represented endless pain and torment.
Hu Ma almost cursed out every profanity he learned in this life and the gifts from Lao Junmei in his past life, but his hand holding the Magic Seal never attempted to let go for a moment.
The transformation of life requires pain as its baptism.
In the haze, he had already delved into the meat mountain, yet without suffocating, upon entering the meat mountain, everywhere he looked was an endless chaos.
Hu Ma looked up, only seeing the infinite Purple Qi.
This bit of spirituality, amidst the indescribable baptism, had undergone some essential change, in a single thought, Purple Qi circulated, everywhere he looked, projections of countless civilizations appeared, he saw their intertwining, evolution, survival, and extinction.
Even amidst this swirling Purple Qi, he suddenly felt something strange, subtly moved, and looked towards the other side of Tai Sui.
The other side of Tai Sui, was another form of this shadow of life, he saw someone else calmly standing there in the boundless chaos, a young man.
Behind him, a gigantic red moon projection.
He strolled slowly through the chaos with his hands behind his back, noticing Hu Ma's gaze, he turned to look over, as his mind directed, he came before Hu Ma, a friendly gaze fell on Hu Ma, then nodded slightly:
"Hello!"
Just an ordinary greeting, then he brushed past Hu Ma, still with hands behind his back, as if leisurely strolling in the boundless chaos.
In an instant, he had drifted far away, never to be seen again, Tai Sui too vast, so vast it surpassed this Universe, just that glance, never to meet again, even that glance seemed a fateful coincidence.
"I am not the only one battling this boundless fear and unknown, nor will I be the last..."
At this time, Hu Ma surprisingly felt no shock, but instead, finally within himself, found a piece of serenity.
The only worry was, did that person just now hear his swearing?
...
And within this peace, he calmly accepted this endless torment, his inner fierceness even ignited, suddenly bursting into laughter, laughing heartily: "Not intense enough, how about another billion years?"
Endless torment, accepted serenely.
Then, finally, a spark of inspiration jumped out above the water, Hu Ma slowly got up, everything, in the end, returned to peace, leaving only boundless joy.
Afterward, he slowly raised his hand, centering on the Magic Altar, began constructing the Eight Sceneries of Netherworld.
This was the method he spoke of.
The present Hu Ma did not bring everything from the human world, only the Eight Sceneries of Netherworld he had comprehended, and it's precisely this Eight Sceneries of Netherworld that can control the enormous flow of everything within Tai Sui.
Through the Eight Sceneries of Netherworld, one can invoke this gigantic, boundless Purple Qi, and return it to the other world.
Illusions emerged through Hu Ma's hand appeared in the endless chaos, again through the boundless Purple Qi, took on real forms, there was Ghost Gate, Clothes Stripping Pavilion, Wangxiang Platform, Granny Meng's Shop, Bloodstain Pond, Poqian Mountain...
These illusions materialized, instantly expanded to an incomparably vast size.
Tai Sui, the ultimate of life, in essence, akin to the most desolate area in the deepest underworld, thus, only the power of death can govern.
The Eight Sceneries of Netherworld, is precisely this authority.
These eight scenes themselves are the imaginations from the people to understand the world after death, even just imaginations, represent the desire to control the world of death.
This kind of control is far stronger than merely envisioning a death deity and worshipping it.
