Urban Cultivation of Immortal Emperor Invincible

However, in this hell, without the support of a physical body, he was just a fragile soul.

His seemingly powerful soul power was like an ant trying to shake a tree in the face of the pressure from the ghost messenger and the King of Hell. He had no power to resist at all.

No matter how he struggled, he could not break free of the cold and solid chains. He could only be dragged by the ghost, with a heart full of reluctance, towards the dark passage on the left leading to the 13th level of hell.

Bursts of shrill screams came from the passage, as if welcoming the arrival of this sinful soul.

The King of Hell had no expression on his face. His face seemed to be carved from the hardest rock. He was cold, majestic, and without any sympathy.

All the ghost officials present were like this; their calm eyes were like the tranquil surface of a lake.

Because they have seen such scenes countless times, as if they were commonplace.

Here, retribution for good and punishment for evil is an eternal rule, and no one can escape it.

"Next, Zhou Rui"

The voice of the King of Hell sounded again, breaking the brief silence.

“I…I was born in an ordinary small town and my life was ordinary.

I don't have any special abilities, I just try my best to live.

I haven’t hurt anyone, nor have I done anything to help anyone…”

Zhou Rui's voice trembled a little. He didn't know how his ordinary life would be judged in the eyes of the King of Hell.

The King of Hell listened quietly, his deep gaze could see through to the deepest part of Zhou Rui's soul.

After a moment, the King of Hell spoke directly in a deep voice.

"You have been doing nothing in your life. Although you haven't done anything good, you haven't done anything evil either.

You can enter reincarnation, be reborn into a mortal family, and start your life again. I hope that in the next life, you can achieve something, and the next one..."

The ghost standing next to him heard the order and walked silently towards Zhou Rui, taking the soul to the right.

That is the direction leading to the reincarnation channel. Although it is plain, it is the hope of new life for Zhou Rui.

……

“Zhao Delong, you were born into a family of immortal cultivators, living in a prosperous society but not being tainted by the secular world.

Your heart of Taoism is pure, like a bright lamp in the darkness, illuminating the people around you.

You have never done anything evil, and in the face of temptation, you stick to your original intention.

Moreover, you help the weak, use your power to protect the innocent people, and bring a touch of warmth to the world of cultivation.

That's right, you can enter reincarnation and be reborn into the immortal world to continue your cultivation. Next..."

There was a rare hint of gentleness in the King of Hell's voice, but his majesty remained undiminished.

When Zhao Delong heard the verdict, his heart was filled with gratitude. He respectfully bowed to the King of Hell, then followed the ghost towards the road to reincarnation.

His determined back seemed to be the embodiment of justice, bringing a different kind of light to this gloomy palace of Hades.

And the trial continues, one soul after another is receiving fair judgment before the King of Hell. This is a trial about good and evil, and also the turning of the wheel of fate.

In this way, the trial continued, and the line of souls moved forward slowly, like a flowing river made up of countless fragments of memory.

Every soul has its own story, sad or happy, regretful or hateful, waiting for the final judgment in this gloomy yet orderly underworld.

After an unknown amount of time, it was finally Ye Chen's turn.

When Ye Chen just appeared in front of the King of Hell, the entire trial hall seemed to shake slightly.

The King of Hell looked at Ye Chen with his eagle-like eyes, and his brows were instantly furrowed. The wrinkles formed between his eyebrows were like a deep ravine, full of doubts.

A solemn expression that had never been seen before appeared on his face, which had been weathered by the years.

He has been in charge of the judgment of the underworld for countless years and has seen all kinds of souls. Every soul is as transparent as ever under his gaze, and their past and present lives, good and evil causes and consequences are all visible.

However, the soul before him was like a cloud of fog, making him feel as if he was drowned in a cloud of mist.

There was an extremely mysterious aura surrounding Ye Chen like a layer of gauze.

The gauze seemed to have magical power, revealing strands of mysterious light. The light intertwined and entangled, making it look extremely hazy.

It feels like this soul comes from another dimension of time and space, carrying power that transcends the rules of the underworld.

The King of Hell asked directly in a deep voice. The sound was like the sound of a huge bell, echoing in the hall and causing the surrounding candlelight to sway slightly.

"Please state your name"

Ye Chen looked at the King of Hell opposite him. There was no fear in his eyes. His eyes were clear and firm, like the brightest stars in the night sky, penetrating straight into the haze of the underworld.

He said directly and calmly.

"Ye Chen, born on Earth, China, Liqing County"

After hearing Ye Chen’s self-introduction and seeing his determined eyes, the King of Hell immediately sensed something unusual.

A hint of doubt flashed across his deep eyes, like a barely perceptible ripple on the calm surface of a lake.

He looked Ye Chen up and down, trying to find clues from every detail of this soul.

It can be observed that Ye Chen is indeed a soul body. From his appearance to his aura, he seems to be no different from other souls, but his inner intuition is ringing alarm bells frantically.

The King of Hell made a casual move and a thick book of life and death flew out from the side. The book of life and death exuded an ancient and mysterious atmosphere, and each page seemed to carry the weight of countless lives.

The Book of Life and Death drew an arc in the air and landed steadily in front of him, raising a cloud of light dust.

The King of Hell flipped the papers quickly, and the sound of the flipping papers was particularly clear in the silent hall, like the footsteps of the god of death.

In just a moment, he found Ye Chen's name in the Book of Life and Death, but after seeing the name, the King of Hell's face turned pale instantly.

His lips trembled slightly and his eyes widened with disbelief.

His originally dignified face was now filled with astonishment, as if it had been hit by a storm.

Because the Book of Life and Death shows that Ye Chen is not dead, but what about the soul in front of him?

This was completely beyond his understanding, as if an invisible hand had torn a hole in the rules of the world he was familiar with.

And this hole was constantly pouring out endless mysteries, causing him to fall into deep confusion and anxiety.

In the eerie and terrifying hall of the underworld that never sees sunlight all year round, a powerful and suffocating aura suddenly burst out from the King of Hell.

This aura was like a materialized black storm, sweeping in all directions with the King of Hell as its center.

In an instant, the ghost officials around were blown up like fragile leaves, falling to the ground in a miserable state.

The ghosts that were originally wandering around were even more vulnerable. They were scared out of their wits by this force and let out shrill screams.

All the ghost officials had fear written all over their faces. They had spent countless long years here and experienced all kinds of strange things in the underworld, but they had never seen the King of Hell so angry.

The anger was as deep as the sea and seemed to be able to burn the entire underworld to ashes. What could have happened to make the usually dignified and calm King of Hell lose his composure like this?

There was a raging rage in the eyes of the King of Hell. His majestic voice was trembling slightly with anger at this moment, and he asked directly and angrily.

"Who are you?"

Ye Chen, however, looked indifferent, as if everything around him had nothing to do with him.

His face was as cold as a knife, without the slightest change in expression, he just spoke in a flat, almost indifferent tone.

"I am the Immortal Emperor of the Immortal Realm"

As soon as he finished speaking, Ye Chen waved his hand fiercely.

I saw a circle of strange light around his palm, which spread rapidly like silk thread. In the blink of an eye, it formed a huge and mysterious net, which firmly imprisoned this space.