Urban Cultivation of Immortal Emperor Invincible

Finally, the immortal power broke through the obstacles like a butterfly emerging from its cocoon and rushed down along the Du channel.

During this process, Ye Chen concentrated on adjusting the properties of his immortal power.

He was like a skilled craftsman, separating the dark immortal power from his body bit by bit.

This requires extremely high concentration and precision. Any slight mistake may cause the immortal power to get out of control, causing irreparable damage to his body.

Every time a trace of dark attribute immortal power was separated, it was accompanied by a sharp pain, the pain was like countless steel needles shuttling through his meridians, causing his body to tremble slightly. But he endured the severe pain and continued to operate.

After separating the dark attribute immortal power, he transformed the dark attributes into yin attributes through special seals and spiritual power circulation methods.

It was like a magical operation, as every bit of immortal power gradually changed its nature under his control, transforming from the dark chaos to become more gloomy, cold, and filled with the breath of death.

This process looks extremely difficult, and every transformation is like a fight with death.

Although these dangers are real, they are easy to deal with for Ye Chen.

As more and more immortal power was transformed, Ye Chen's body began to undergo strange and terrifying changes.

His body gradually became ethereal, and it felt like he was gradually transitioning from the material world to the realm of the soul.

A feeling of floating came over him, and he felt like a dead leaf that had fallen off a branch, drifting helplessly in the strong wind.

A faint blue light began to emanate from his body, and that light flickered like a ghostly fire, exuding an extremely eerie aura.

If you don't look closely, Ye Chen at this moment is like a lonely ghost, appearing both mysterious and terrifying on this road to the underworld.

He could feel the oppression of the darkness around him gradually lessening.

But instead, there was a strange feeling of being one with the Yellow Springs Road, as if he was becoming a part of this land of death.

After Ye Chen's aura changed like a surging tide, the pressure that was originally as heavy as a boulder on his body disappeared without a trace, like ice and snow meeting the scorching sun.

His eyes became more and more determined, and without any hesitation, his body turned into a stream of light and flew quickly towards the depths of the Yellow Springs Road.

The Road to the Underworld is like an endless ribbon, extremely long and stretching forward endlessly.

It twists and turns like a giant python entwined in this gloomy space.

On both sides of the road was a gray fog, in which there were vague outlines, like ancient trees or monsters with bared fangs and claws, giving people an inexplicable sense of oppression.

The surrounding environment is almost exactly the same, monotonous and weird, but the further you go in, the more eerie and terrifying the atmosphere becomes.

Like an icy tentacle, it slowly climbed along Ye Chen's spine, trying to erode his will.

I don’t know how long I have been flying on this Yellow Springs Road, maybe several days, maybe several months. Ye Chen’s consciousness is like a sharp probe, and suddenly he noticed a huge square in front of him.

The square was like a mysterious island, looming in the fog of the Yellow Springs Road.

As the distance got closer, the full picture of the square gradually appeared before Ye Chen's eyes.

The square is vast and the ground is paved with a mysterious black jade.

There are strange patterns on the jade, which emit a faint light and intertwine together to form an ancient and mysterious picture.

In the painting, there are faint shadows of souls struggling and shouting, as if expressing their unwillingness in their lifetime.

At the edge of the square, there stand huge stone pillars, on which are carved all kinds of hideous faces and strange symbols.

Those ghost faces are lifelike, as if they are spying on everything in the square, and the symbols are flashing with strange light, as if they have some mysterious power.

The square is crowded with souls.

These souls emit a light blue light. Although the light is dim, it is particularly eye-catching in this gray space.

They retain their appearance as they did when they were alive. Some are white-haired old men, with wrinkles on their faces full of the vicissitudes of life.

Some were young warriors, wearing tattered armor, with fighting determination still in their eyes.

There are also pretty women wearing gorgeous clothes, but their beautiful faces are now full of confusion.

They were all looking around, like a group of lambs lost in the darkness, trying to find a little comfort in this strange environment.

However, everyone's steps did not stop, their bodies floated slowly towards the depths like light cotton in the wind.

Not long after, a magnificent stone platform appeared in front of them.

This stone platform is like an ancient mountain, standing there quietly, exuding a solemn and mysterious atmosphere.

At the bottom of the stone platform, there are three large characters "Wangxiangtai" engraved. Each character is several feet high. The font is simple and vigorous, as if it was engraved with the power of time and soul.

A light blue light flows between the strokes of the characters, and between the flickering lights, one can seem to hear the whispers of countless souls.

The steps of the stone platform are made of a translucent crystal, and each step is carved with exquisite patterns.

There are warm scenes of family reunions, the kind smiles of parents, and the innocent faces of children, which make people feel the warmth of family affection.

There are sweet scenes of lovers hugging each other, with only each other in their eyes, as if everything else in the world has disappeared.

There are also tragic scenes of soldiers bidding farewell to their hometowns, their eyes filled with attachment to their homeland and determination for their mission.

These pictures are vivid, like a memoir of the soul, telling the joys and sorrows of the world in this silent space.

All the souls floated up to the Wangxiang Terrace in an orderly manner. Their bodies seemed more and more illusory under the light of pale blue.

After climbing more than a dozen steps, they reached the Wangxiang Terrace.

However, the moment they stepped onto the stage, everyone was shocked speechless by the scene before them.

The sky seemed to have turned into a huge mirror, in which emerged the images of the people they were most familiar with and most reluctant to part with in the world.

The images are so clear they feel tangible.

Ye Chen did the same. He looked up at the sky, and Xie Yanran's beautiful face appeared before him.

There was worry and concern in her eyes, as if she was calling Ye Chen.

Also among them are the parents’ kind yet weather-beaten faces, their eyes filled with longing for their son.

And there is Ouyang Jinyu, her heroic appearance and the affection in her eyes caused ripples in Ye Chen's heart.

All these images of relatives are floating in the air; their expressions and eyes are so real, showing how reluctant we are to leave them.

Ye Chen could clearly feel the fluctuations of a powerful formation here. The power of the formation was like an invisible thread, connecting with everyone's soul and evoking the softest emotions deep in their hearts.

On this platform, for a moment, the sounds of crying and roaring intertwined together to form a tragic symphony.

Some people cried bitterly, their tears flowing like a river bursting its dam, unable to be controlled.

Someone shouted the name of his lover loudly, his voice full of despair and reluctance.

Some people were calling for their parents, and those cries seemed to penetrate time and space and return to their loved ones.

After a burst of crying and roaring, they passed the Wangxiang Terrace, looking back every step of the way, with complex emotions such as deep unwillingness, reluctance and regret.

Going deeper into the Yellow Springs Road, what awaits them there will be an unknown fate.

And Ye Chen, in this baptism of the soul, became more determined to move forward. He wanted to explore the secrets of the Yellow Springs Road and find the hope of rebirth or liberation.