Urban Cultivation of Immortal Emperor Invincible

Ye Chen did not hesitate at all. He flashed like a ghost, and arrived at the foot of the mountain in a flash.

At the bottom of the mountain, there is a huge stone tablet. The stone tablet is dozens of feet high, like a small mountain.

The three big characters "Youdu Mountain" are clearly written on the stone tablet, and each character exudes an ancient and mysterious atmosphere.

The strokes of the characters are like sword cuts, penetrating deep into the stone tablet, and seem to carry endless resentment and curses.

They finally found it. This was the legendary entrance to the underworld.

The air around was getting colder and colder, as if it could freeze people's blood.

Faintly, one seemed to hear bursts of miserable cries and low roars coming from behind the stone gate, as if countless suffering souls were struggling inside.

From time to time, faint blue flames would ignite on the ground around the stone gate. The flames were jumping, but there was no temperature at all. Instead, it gave people a chill that penetrated deep into the bone marrow.

Ye Chen stood in front of the stone tablet and took a deep breath. He knew that behind this door would be a brand new world full of unknowns and dangers, but for the mission in his heart, he was no longer afraid.

At the foot of the eerie and mysterious Youdu Mountain, a huge stone gate stood there like a prehistoric beast, blocking Ye Chen's way forward.

This stone gate towers into the clouds, and every inch of it is engraved with dense and intricate runes, like a code interwoven with time and mysterious power.

These runes flashed with a cold light, and each ray of light seemed to be telling of an ancient and powerful forbidden force, making the surrounding air seem to solidify.

Ye Chen stood in front of this huge monster, looking as small as an ant.

He took a deep breath and gathered all his strength into his arms. His muscles tensed and veins bulged. He pushed hard towards the stone door like a roaring lion.

However, the stone gate remained motionless, like an immortal sacred mountain, mocking his arrogance.

But is Ye Chen someone who would give up easily? He stared at the runes on the stone door with his eyes revealing incomparable determination.

He slowly sat cross-legged, calmed his mind, and began to release his powerful soul power.

This soul power was like a silk thread, carefully wrapping around the runes on the stone door, trying to uncover the secrets hidden behind them.

The days passed in this quiet and tense atmosphere, and every minute and every second was like torture for Ye Chen.

For more than ten days, he sat motionless in front of the stone door like a sculpture, completely immersed in the contemplation of the runes.

His soul roamed in the ocean of runes, and those seemingly chaotic runes gradually became clear under his soul's perception.

He saw the subtle connection between the runes, like the gravity between stars, which interacted and restricted each other, and together formed this powerful ban.

Finally, on a night with dim starlight, Ye Chen's eyes burst into bright light, and he comprehended the function of the runes on the stone gate.

This discovery filled his tired body with strength again. He stood up suddenly, and quickly formed seals with his hands like dancing butterflies.

One after another extremely mysterious seals were born in his hands, and as he moved, the seals hit the stone gate like meteors.

In an instant, the entire stone gate was like an awakened beast, and the runes began to tremble violently, emitting a dazzling light like the sun.

These lights gathered together, like rivers returning to the sea, forming an incomparably brilliant brilliance.

This light seemed to have life, shooting straight towards Ye Chen and enveloping him in an instant.

Immediately afterwards, Ye Chen felt a powerful and irresistible suction coming from the stone gate.

The suction was like a black hole from the depths of the universe, dragging him into an endless abyss.

That force was like a pair of invisible hands, tightly grasping his soul and body, making it almost impossible for him to breathe.

But Ye Chen did not resist at all; his eyes were full of determination and expectation.

Under the pull of the irresistible suction force, Ye Chen's figure was like a vague ghost, disappearing from the spot suddenly without leaving any trace.

What followed was a deep and brief darkness, like the most hidden gap between heaven and earth, which temporarily swallowed him up.

Ye Chen's mood fluctuated with the sudden darkness, as if he had experienced an unconscious journey through time and space.

When the first ray of light penetrated the fog of consciousness, he found himself traveling through a sea of ​​colorful light.

Those lights, like the most magnificent nebulae in the depths of the universe, flowed around him at a dizzying speed.

Every shade of color carries whispers of the unknown and wonder.

Time loses its meaning here. It is neither changing rapidly nor stagnant forever. Instead, it flows slowly in an indescribable rhythm.

Until a certain moment, Ye Chen's feet finally stepped firmly on the solid ground behind the stone gate, and the feeling of weightlessness and confusion gradually dissipated.

The air in this new world is so cold that it can penetrate into the bone marrow, and every inch of space is filled with an atmosphere of deathly silence and mystery.

Like a symphony of the ancient and the unknown, it echoes in silence.

In the distance, he could faintly hear low humming sounds. The sound was distant and vague, but it was enough to arouse the deepest throbbing and curiosity in his heart, leading him into the depths of the unknown.

But Ye Chen was not afraid. He knew that he had truly stepped into the underworld and a new journey full of unknown dangers was about to begin.

The moment Ye Chen passed through the stone gate, a rotten and cold breath rushed towards him like a surging wave.

It was a chill that seemed to come from the end of the world, penetrating straight into his bones and making his soul tremble.

Wherever his eyes reached, there was darkness as if chaos had just begun, as thick as insoluble ink, ruthlessly devouring all hope for light.

The entire sky was like a huge lead plate, pressing down heavily. The dim light it emitted was like the last glimmer of despair in the eyes of a dying person.

Far from bringing any relief to the darkness, it made it more like a bottomless black hole, ready to crush intruders completely at any time.

Under my feet, a long and seemingly endless road meanders forward like a giant python.

On both sides of the road, the stones emitting dim light have various shapes, but they all exude a strangeness.

The surfaces of some stones were covered with textures that resembled human facial features. The depressions of the eyes seemed to hide endless pain and resentment, and they were staring at Ye Chen dimly.

Some of the stones look like twisted limbs, entangled with each other, and seem to be struggling silently.

The light they emit waxes and wanes, like the breathing of a dying person.

Each flash cast a strangely shaped shadow on the road.

Those shadows seemed to have life, slowly crawling on the ground, like ghosts hiding in the dark holding an evil carnival.

The entire road was enveloped in an indescribable eerie atmosphere.

On the roadside not far away, a shabby stone tablet stands there lonely and desolate, like an old man who has witnessed countless years of vicissitudes.

The dark red color on the stone tablet is like blood that has dried for thousands of years, exuding a pungent smell of death.

"Huangquan Road"

The three big characters were deeply engraved on the stone tablet, and every stroke seemed to be made up of the miserable screams and desperate curses of countless wronged souls.

Around the handwriting, dark red smoke swirled like a ghost. Every wisp was like an icy tentacle, gently touching the air and causing the temperature around it to drop sharply, making it look extremely eerie and terrifying.

These three words seemed to have a mysterious magic. Just by looking at them, Ye Chen could feel a chill spreading from the bottom of his heart.