Chapter 910 – Hell
There were many cultivators from all over the Immortal palace ruins who were looking for opportunities, and most of them lived lives that they could not achieve. If they could find a chance to change their fates in the Inside the Immortal Palace, it might be their only chance.
Many people heard the sound of thunder at the same time, and the entire Immortal palace ruins shook immediately after. Everyone subconsciously looked in the direction of the voice, then they felt the sky above them darken.
“This is …” “Where?”
An extremely dull voice suddenly appeared, as if it was in everyone’s ears. That sound was as if it had just awoken from a deep slumber, but it gave off a soul-stirring feeling. This question had just disappeared when another voice sounded.
“Am I not dead?”
On this day, the entire Immortal palace ruins fell into an inexplicable panic. And no matter what had happened, it was impossible for An Zheng to find out at the first possible moment. He was in an extreme darkness, withourace of light. He felt as if he was in a secret passageway that he could not see the end of, surrounded by walls that were too hard to break through. Perhaps in the next second, a hand would reach out from the wall and pull him into some unknown place.
However, An Zheng was unable to touch anything even though he extended his hand to both sides. It was so quiet that it was outrageous. An Zheng opened his mouth to cough to prove his existence. But the cough did not come, and he wondered if he had lost all sense. He was sure his Adam’s apple had moved and made a sound, but he couldn’t hear it. He seemed to have lost his sense of touch, vision, and even his sense of smell.
This feeling was very bad, very bad.
An Zheng didn’t know how much further he had to go. Perhaps, he had already sunk into an unconventional space. He knew that back when the cultivation world was flourishing, there were many supreme experts that could destroy the heavens and the earth. The space that those people had casually created was mostly beyond imagination. Aesult, the world was torn apart, creating many spatial rifts. Whoever accidentally fell into these rifts would die a life worse than death. Or perhaps, he would be torn into pieces by the turbulence in the crack in the space in an instant.
Suddenly, there was light ahead. That sliver of light was hope for An Zheng.
He accelerated towards the light, but even though the light was within his reach, he was still unable to reach it even after running for a long time. With his speed, he had already traveled at least several hundred li during this period of time. However, the light was still far away from him.
“Why did you come?”
The voice suddenly came out, as if someone was whispering in An Zheng’s ear. The voice was deep, like that of a middle-aged man. This voice also contained a sense of majesty. If it was a normal person who heard this, they would probably kneel down and worship him.
“Who are you?”
An Zheng didn’t answer, but asked a question in reply.
“Heavenly Dao.”
“Pfft.”
The dignified voice seemed to be infuriated by An Zheng’s pei sound, “You aruman, yet you randomly entered the path of hell, and if you anger the heavens, I will make you forever be trapped here, but you will not die, and will forever be by yourself.”
“Then let me properly cultivate, find you, and then I’ll tear you apart.”
An Zheng raised his middle finger. He did not know what the middle finger actually meant, but from Purple Ivy’s notes, it was recorded that if someone was displeased with him, then the middle finger could be placed on him. Initially, An Zheng had even thought that this was a kind of curse.
“Stubborn and completely devoid of respect for the Dao of the Heavens.”
The voice of the so-called ‘Heavenly Dao’ was filled with anger, “You will experience what it means to live rather than die.”
An Zheng said: “If you have the ability, then kill me.”
The voice of the Heavenly Dao had disappeared, and the distant glimmer in front of An Zheng had also disappeared. Once again, their surroundings fell into a darkness that they could not extricate themselves from. An Zheng had once again lost all feeling. It was pitch black around him, and he couldn’t hear his own voice or see anything around him. He tried to lift his hand to his mouth to take a bite to see if there was any pain, but when he raised his hand he couldn’t find his mouth.
“Do you know fear now?”
“Fuck you!”
An Zheng’s answer was as rude as an uneducated child.
The Heavenly Dao fell into silence once more.
An Zheng sat cross legged, he actually did not know if he really sat down. If he really fell into that spatial rift, the only way would be to tear space apart. He could either return to the real world or enter another spatial rift. They could at least ensure their survival, but if they were to enter an even more berserk spatial rift, they might not even last two seconds.
This was a decision that didn’t need to be hard to make. Most people chose to stay behind to look for a way out. But An Zheng did not.
“I don’t believe that you would have the chance to kill me but not kill me. It only means that you aren’t strong enough.”
An Zheng closed his eyes, “Didn’t you seal my senses? Then I’ll cooperate with you. I won’t listen, I won’t look, I won’t smell, I won’t even think. However, when one’s spiritual attacks enter hallucinations, they mostly rely on the environment, coupled with cultivation techniques, to guide the trapped person into a dangerous environment that they have invented themselves. I’ll see how you lead me. I’ll see how you drive me crazy. I’ll bet with you, I’ll seal myself off. If you have the confidence to kill me, then it’ll be your win. If you can’t kill me, I’ll kill you. ”
“Sigh …”
The voice suddenly changed, like the sigh of an old woman.
Soon after, something dispersed the darkness around An Zheng, and light appeared. An Zheng’s eyes were a little uncomfortable at that moment. From absolute darkness teturn to normal, this kind of transformation was suddenly like a nightmare that could not be considered a nightmare.
There was a stone bridge in front of An Zheng. It seemed to be very old. Two words were carved into the side of the stone bridge … Unfortunately … The other side also had two words … Samsara.
An old woman in a gray dress sat at the end of the bridge. In front of her waable with a large pot on it. There was still steam coming out of the big pot, and inside the pot was boiling water. The old woman digs her hand into the boiling water and picks up a hand. Perhaps it had been cooking for too long, but when he lifted it up, the meat on his hand fell off and splashed back into the boiling water.
The old woman threw away the half of her hand and shook her head. “When did I fall in? I wasted a pot of good soup.”
She glanced at An Zheng: “The soup is not clean anymore, do you still want to drink?”
An Zheng looked at her with interest: “How long have you been cooking this pot of soup for?”
“It’s been too long.”
The old woman thought for a while, then shook her head. “I don’t remember.”
An Zheng laughed: “I have a question I want to ask you.”
The old woman asked, “What?”
An Zheng: “How did you trap me?”
The old woman picked uag she’d used to wipe the table. It was black and disgusting. She tossed it away, and the black cloth turned into a huge black curtain. An Zheng couldn’t help but clap his hands after seeing it, “Not bad, not bad, not bad at all.
“I want to ask you something else.”
An Zheng’s smile became even more brilliant.
The old woman coldly snorted, “I have already tolerated you enough. I wanted to stop you from entering hell, but you are a stranger, a stranger entering hell is no different from those dead ghosts that have entered. You have to drink my soup, forget about your previous life, and then you can be reincarnated. You’re still young and I kindly advised you to go back, but you didn’t know you were going to come in. Why are there so many questions? Quickly drink my soup, then go back to Samsara. ”
An Zheng: “You should have heard it.”
He walked around the pot, “I wanted to ask you, how many people did you harm by pretending to be ghosts? This was no hell at all. It was just a door to hell. You puot here, let people drink your soup, and then you’ll let it go, right? You didn’t want me to go back before, you just wanted me to think you were the Dao of the Heavens. However, I have let you down. I have never believed that there is any Heavenly Dao in this world. ”
Old woman: “Ignorant! I advise you to drink the soup yourself, otherwise. ”
“Otherwise?”
An Zheng suddenly shot forward like an arrow, and before the old woman could react, An Zheng grabbed her neck, and tore at her scalp with his other hand: “Show me your true form!”
Witiss, that layer of human skin was actually ripped off by An Zheng. What was even more terrifying was that what lay below him was not a badly mutilated body, but a desiccated corpse that had already turned yellow. It looked at An Zheng with a terrified expression, wanting to struggle but being unable to do so. An Zheng looked at it coldly: “Even if you peel off a layer of skin, it won’t be able to hide from my eyes. You’re not worth mentioning. It’s just a scam. For a weak thing like you, I can crush you with a single finger. ”
The desiccated corpse cried out mournfully, and the yellow-green teeth in its mouth emitted a terrible stench.
“There are already strange and bizarre things causing chaos outside the gates of the Infernal Realm. I’m afraid the interior of the Infernal Realm is already in chaos.”
An Zheng pinched the dried corpse’s neck: “Does your soup taste good?”
The desiccated corpse was stunned for a moment and then began to struggle even more violently. An Zheng punched its abdomen, causing the dried body to immediately bend, and cry out in pain. An Zheng lifted the pot and poured it directly into the dried corpse’s mouth. The scalding hot soup poured into the corpse’s stomach, scalding its purplish-green skin until it fell off piece by piece.
An Zheng casually threw the dried corpse out, and the iron pot smashed onto the dried corpse’s head.
“In this world, I do good and I do evil. In the Infernal Realm, I am the same. ”
An Zheng stomped his foot on the dried corpse’s skull, “Whether it is the human world or hell, there is no meaning even if it is the way of the heavens in front of me.
He kicked the headless corpse away and strode up the bridge. With every step, dense runes would appear on the stone bridge. As An Zheng walked away, the runes would dim down. Since he was already here, An Zheng was not afraid of anything. He could only find a monk and bring him back. The bridge did not seem to be long, but what An Zheng had walked across seemed to be crossing two different worlds.
Across the bridge, on the riverbank, blooming flowers that were bright red bloomed. These flowers looked very special. They had no leaves, only stems and flowers. From afar, the flowers looked quite pretty. When one got closer to look, they would notice that the flowers looked like human mouths sticking out of their stems, spitting out red tongues.
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