Urban Cultivation of Immortal Emperor Invincible

Ye Chen's brain was working rapidly, and he was also thinking quickly about his next plan.

At present, he still knows almost nothing about the underworld. Everything here is full of unknowns and dangers.

He knew that only by knowing both oneself and the enemy could one win every battle, so he had to figure out the layout here as quickly as possible.

Are there any special areas or passages in this huge city? What are the functions of those buildings?

Also, what is the strength of the strong here? Do they have the ability to destroy the world, or do they have other more extraordinary abilities?

He needs to find out the situation as soon as possible so that he can achieve his goal in this dangerous underworld.

He moved forward cautiously, taking every step with extreme caution, and vigilantly observing the movements around him.

There seemed to be an invisible force watching him, making him feel uneasy.

Suddenly, he felt a weak energy fluctuation coming from the left. He immediately stopped, tensed his body, and prepared to deal with any emergency.

He saw a faint light flash by at an extremely fast speed. Before he could see clearly what it was, it disappeared.

This made Ye Chen even more confused. He knew that in this mysterious place, any slight movement could hide deadly danger.

Ye Chen decided to start from the main hall, perhaps he could find clues about the layout of the underworld and information about the powerful people there.

As he approached the hall, a powerful energy surged out of the building, and the surrounding space vibrated slightly.

At this moment, countless souls lined up with their heads down, like a gray river, flowing slowly and silently towards the unknown depths.

There is a faint light emanating from them, which is the remaining trace after the death of life. Every trace of light seems to be telling of the unwillingness and attachment during their lifetime.

The team stretched out endlessly, like an endless python, winding through this gloomy world.

Not long after, Ye Chen stepped into the hall.

The moment he stepped in, a chilling chill surged towards him like a tide, seeming to drain away every bit of warmth from his body.

He couldn't help but shudder, and everything he saw made him very shocked.

The space of the entire hall is extremely huge, like a boundless dark abyss.

The dome highlands seemed to be connected to the universe, with tiny dots of green light flickering in the darkness, like countless pairs of peeping eyes.

Four huge stone pillars, like the fangs of ancient beasts, support the entire hall.

There are many majestic patterns carved on the stone pillars. Those patterns seem to have life, and every line exudes a chilling aura.

Some of the patterns are of hideous evil spirits with bared teeth and claws, and bloody mouths full of sharp fangs, as if they are about to pounce out from the stone pillars and devour everything.

Some are ghost generals wearing armor, with weapons in their hands shining coldly and their eyes cold and ruthless, as if a bloody massacre would begin as long as they give the order.

On both sides of the middle passage stood ghost messengers. They were tall and covered in black robes, with only a pair of eyes flashing red, like burning charcoal in the dark.

In their hands they held huge iron chains, on which were still traces of the souls' struggles.

The ghost officials had stern faces, like stone statues carved in the darkness, emitting an unquestionable majesty.

They stood there quietly, yet the entire space was filled with a suffocating sense of oppression.

Countless souls were lined up in an orderly manner in the middle, like puppets controlled by some mysterious force.

Their eyes were empty and lifeless, leaving only confusion and fear about their fate.

The team moved forward slowly, and every step seemed to be on the edge of life and death.

At the end of the team was a huge judgment platform, on which sat the extremely majestic King of Hell.

The King of Hell was dressed in a black robe inlaid with countless gems that sparkled with strange light, and each gem looked like a cursed star.

He wore a towering crown with a decoration shaped like a twisted skull, exuding the breath of death.

The King of Hell’s face is majestic and cold, and his eyes are like deep black holes, as if he can see through all the secrets of the soul.

In his hand he holds the Book of Life and Death, a treasure book that determines the fate of every soul. Every turn of a page is accompanied by the turning of the gears of fate.

These souls are waiting for the judgment of their fate, not knowing whether they will be thrown into endless hell to suffer, or have the opportunity to reincarnate.

Faced with so many souls, the King of Hell's trial process is as fast as a precision-operated machine. It can be said that the work efficiency is extremely high without any delay.

Every soul seems transparent in front of him, and no good or evil, merits or demerits can escape his gaze.

I saw the tall and majestic figure of the King of Hell sitting on the judgement stand, exuding an awe-inspiring aura.

His eyes, as deep as the abyss, scanned the souls in the audience, and then he spoke in a deep voice that seemed to come from the Netherworld.

"Wang Shunlai, what merits or evil deeds have you done in this world? Report them quickly."

The sound was like the mighty sound of a huge bell, and every syllable carried supreme majesty. It echoed in the empty hall, causing pain in everyone's eardrums, as if it was going to shake their souls out of their bodies.

However, the ghost officials who were accustomed to such scenes were like lifeless statues. They had no reaction and continued to stand quietly on both sides, like guardians of darkness.

When the souls in the audience heard this, they all trembled, as if all their strength had been drained away.

The soul in front of the King of Hell was trembling, with his head lowered, and spoke with a hint of imperceptible fear in his voice.

“I was born in the Wang family of Hengtian Star in the world of immortal cultivation, and my cultivation reached the peak of the spirit transformation realm during my lifetime.

But I was blinded by desire...

Relying on the power of the Wei family, I designed a cruel conspiracy to swallow up the entire Li family.

It was a bloody massacre. I personally led my men and rushed into the Li family’s territory like a demon. The screams of the Li family’s people still linger in my ears.

But at that time I was driven by greed and had no mercy at all.

Those who rebelled were ruthlessly killed by me, and their blood dyed the earth red.

As for the women in the Li family's residence... I was even more cruel and cruel. I made them my slaves and played with them at will.

Their cries and pleas sounded like beautiful music to me.

After I got tired of playing with them, I killed them like ants. I still remember those pairs of desperate eyes...

Also, in order to compete for resources, I have repeatedly provoked disputes among sects, causing countless innocent people to die in the wars..."

The King of Hell listened quietly, his already stern face became even colder, like ice that had not melted for thousands of years.

After Wang Shunlai spoke for a while, a trace of anger flashed in the King of Hell's eyes, and he spoke directly in an angry voice.

"Alright! You have been a murderer in this life, treating human life as worthless, and you are as treacherous and cunning as a poisonous snake in the gutter. You stir up discord and gossip, causing everything around you to fall into war.

Moreover, you have done no merit in your life, only sins.

This king will throw you into the thirteenth level of the blood pool hell for 100 years. You will be tortured by endless pain in that boiling blood pool. You must sincerely repent for what you have done in this life. Next..."

After saying this, he waved his hand, and the ghost standing in front of the judgment table immediately responded. The voice seemed particularly eerie in the dead silence.

The ghost figure flashed and instantly appeared in front of Wang Shunlai. The iron chain in his hand, which was emitting a cold light, stretched out like a spirit snake and was accurately put around the neck of this soul.

Wang Shunlai seemed to realize his fate at this moment. He began to struggle desperately. The power of his soul surged wildly and he kept roaring.

"No! You can't do this to me! I'm a master at the peak of the Spiritualization Stage! Let me go!"