Urban Cultivation of Immortal Emperor Invincible

In his hand was a huge chain with some small skulls hanging on it, and there was a strange light flashing in the eye sockets of the skulls.

All the souls subconsciously lowered their heads and trembled slightly when approaching them, as if their souls were being crushed by an invisible pressure.

Not daring to resist, they could only follow the ghost's instructions and enter the hall in order.

As Ye Chen followed the team closer to the hall, he could feel a powerful force coming from the hall. That force was like a whirlpool, pulling everything around it.

Ye Chen was also very curious and followed to explore the specific situation inside.

Not long after, Ye Chen successfully entered the hall.

This hall exudes a mysterious atmosphere. Although the space is not particularly large, the passage in the middle appears relatively spacious.

The floor of the hall is paved with a black stone that emits a cold luster.

With every step I took, I seemed to hear low hums coming from deep underground.

In the center of the hall stood two ghost messengers. They were tall and dressed in tattered black robes with dark red runes embroidered on them that faintly glowed with strange light.

They stood on both sides like two ancient sculptures, with expressionless faces and empty eyes, yet seemed to be able to see through all the secrets of the soul.

In front of them, there were two slender sinks made of a metal that looked like bronze but had a hint of coldness.

The surface is engraved with ancient and complex patterns, which seem to be telling a horrific and unknown history.

All souls must pass between these two tanks.

When the soul entered, a ghost picked up the small black stone bowls placed next to the sink, scooped out the mysterious liquid from the sink and handed it to the soul.

The liquid in the stone bowl appeared a strange dark red color, and emitted wisps of black smoke, twisting as if it had life.

There was a pungent smell all around, making the souls subconsciously want to escape.

However, under the cold gaze of the ghost, it is impossible to escape and everyone must take it.

Ye Chen frowned slightly, and his deep and bright eyes were particularly eye-catching in the crowd.

He carefully observed the mysterious liquid and was secretly surprised.

Because he saw that after all the souls took the liquid, their eyes instantly became dull, and the original fear or confusion disappeared completely, as if they had no emotions at all, as if they had been fed with a love potion.

They lowered their heads, lined up in a tight formation, and moved forward slowly with stiff bodies.

The footsteps rose and fell mechanically, making a neat and dull sound that echoed in the hall like a death knell.

Not long after, it was Ye Chen's turn.

Ye Chen raised his eyes and looked at the ghost in front of him. The ghost's lifeless face was very close to him, and he could faintly smell the rotten smell emanating from him.

He discovered that although the cultivation levels of these ghost officials were not high, they had a very powerful aura.

The breath was like a cold wind blowing from the Nine Nether Hell, carrying with it endless despair and fear, making all souls feel extremely frightened.

Ye Chen guessed that this should be due to the unique skills they practiced, but he couldn't be sure at the moment.

Ye Chen remained calm, but was quickly thinking of a countermeasure in his mind.

He knew that he couldn't reveal his flaws here, so he took the small bowl handed to him by the ghost without any hesitation.

The small bowl felt icy cold to the touch, as if it would freeze his soul.

He raised the small bowl to his mouth and pretended to drink it. At the moment his lips touched the liquid, he secretly used his magic power, the Chaos Orb flashed slightly, and the mysterious liquid was sucked into it.

All this happened extremely quickly, and to outsiders, it seemed that he had already drunk the liquid.

Ye Chen then pretended that the drug was taking effect, his eyes gradually became empty, and he also lowered his head, blending into the team, following behind slowly, moving forward step by step towards the unknown front.

But in his heart, he was thinking about how to unravel the secret of this mysterious liquid and the secret hidden behind the hall.

After the mysterious liquid entered the chaotic space, Ye Chen's consciousness also slowly entered.

After observing with the Eye of Heaven for a moment, he knew the secret of this mysterious liquid.

This is made by soaking a medicinal herb called Zhenzhicao. Its greatest effect is that it can make people lose their minds and put them in an extremely peaceful state of mind.

This herb grows in the underworld, and after a soul takes it, it can reveal its true thoughts and experiences within a certain period of time.

After understanding all this, Ye Chen took a deep breath, a hint of determination flashed in his eyes, and he continued to follow the mysterious soul in.

The air around him was filled with a hint of chill that kept penetrating into his pores, but his attention was completely drawn to the front.

After passing through the long and gloomy passage of the Hall of Confusion, the scene before him made him hold his breath instantly.

The view in front of him suddenly opened up, and what appeared before him was like a huge, vast city.

The scale of the place was far beyond his imagination. As far as he could see, he could not see the edge. It was like a mysterious world independent of the universe.

There are many buildings around, with different styles. Some are so high that they seem to pierce the sky.

Some are low and wide, exuding an ancient and mysterious atmosphere.

But the most eye-catching thing is the huge palace in front of you.

The palace is magnificent, like a sleeping beast, exuding awe-inspiring majesty.

Above the gate of the hall, three large characters were clearly written: Hall of Yama.

Every word seemed to be forged with life, flashing with a cold light, like a gaze from the abyss, examining every soul that approached.

On both sides of the gate stood two lifelike stone statues.

The stone statue on the left is a three-headed dog. The eyes of each head reveal a different expression, some fierce, some cunning, and some compassionate.

The fangs in its mouth were as sharp as swords, emitting a faint breath of death, as if it could tear the intruder into pieces with just a single order.

The stone statue on the right is a mysterious figure in a black robe, with his face shrouded in darkness and unable to be seen clearly.

But the hands that stretched out from under the black robe were skinny, with long and sharp nails, and dark red bloodstains on them, as if they had just returned from endless torture.

Seeing these three big words, Ye Chen frowned, and all the legends he had heard about the Palace of Yama instantly emerged in his mind.

In those ancient stories, the Hall of Hades is the place that all souls must eventually go through. It is the key hub of the cycle of life and death, and the sacred place of fair judgment.

This place is like the executor of the laws of the universe, ruthless yet fair.

If a soul was a person who committed many evil deeds in the previous life, then in the Palace of Yama, it will be ruthlessly sentenced to enter the 18th level of hell.

In that hell, the soul will suffer untold pains, and each layer has different tortures, from being burned by fire to being pierced by thousands of arrows, from being freezing cold to having the soul torn apart. It is an endless abyss of pain.

If one is a good person, he will be reincarnated under the guidance of the King of Hell and start a new journey of life, forgetting all memories of the past life and starting again like a blank sheet of paper.

However, all of this is just a legend. Ye Chen knows very well that there is often a huge gap between legends and reality.

No one has ever confirmed the exact details, perhaps there are more shocking secrets hidden here.

Ye Chen felt that an invisible force was coming from the Yama Palace, like an ancient call or a warning.

The force seemed to be pulling at his soul, trying to pry into the secrets deep within him.

He tried hard to calm himself, but found that the air around him became increasingly heavy, as if countless pairs of eyes were staring at him in the darkness.