Urban Cultivation of Immortal Emperor Invincible

At this moment, the King of Hell opened his eyes wide, his eyes full of surprise, as if he had seen the most incredible thing in the world.

His originally dignified and stern face was now slightly distorted by shock.

In this hall of the underworld filled with a gloomy atmosphere, another person appeared out of nowhere. The aura around this person was elusive, but he carried a power that made even the King of Hell palpitate.

The King of Hell was extremely certain in his heart that Ye Chen definitely possessed an innate treasure. Although the aura emitted by the treasure was suppressed, it still could not escape his perception.

However, what made him even more panic was that the aura of these new people appeared was as powerful as the deep sea, so strong that it was suffocating.

Every breath seemed to come from a prehistoric beast from the depths of the universe. Just a slight fluctuation made the palace of the underworld tremble.

Their cultivation is actually at the level of Immortal Emperor. This has never happened in the history of the underworld. How is it possible?

The King of Hell felt that his worldview was completely overturned at this moment, and his soul was trembling slightly under the impact of this powerful force.

After being stunned for a moment, the King of Hell seemed to wake up from a nightmare. He did not dare to delay any longer, and with a flash of his body, he went straight back to the huge table.

On the desk, countless books of life and death are piled up like a mountain, and each one carries the fate of countless lives.

The King of Hell's gaze swept rapidly across these books of life and death, revealing a kind of urgency and concentration.

Finally, he found one among the densely packed books of life and death, and that book looked older than the others.

There are mysterious runes flashing on the cover, as if telling the vicissitudes of time.

The King of Hell picked it up and began to flip through it quickly.

His fingers slid quickly across the yellowed paper, and every turn of the page brought up a gust of wind.

The words in the Book of Life and Death flickered and jumped on the pages like living things, as if resisting the King of Hell's inspection.

But the King of Hell was not moved at all. His eyes became sharper and sharper. He continuously injected his magic power into the Book of Life and Death, forcibly suppressing those restless words.

After a while, Zhou Yihan's name was finally found in the thick book of life and death.

Those three words stand out among many names, and seem to have a special magic.

The King of Hell stretched out his index finger, and a dark light instantly emerged from his fingertips. The light rippled on his fingertips like a black flame, exuding a breath of destruction and death.

At the same time, he lightly tapped his finger on the name, and in an instant, a faint blue light shot out from the name.

The blue light was like a flexible silk thread, going straight into the center of the King of Hell's eyebrows.

The King of Hell frowned slightly, closed his eyes, and began to receive information from the Book of Life and Death.

After a moment, the King of Hell slowly opened his eyes, carefully put away the Book of Life and Death, then turned to face Ye Chen, clasped his fists in salute, and said solemnly.

“Master, I have already investigated this matter. Zhou Yihan committed suicide.

According to the rules of my underworld, those who destroy their own bodies should be sentenced to the 14th level of hell, where their souls will suffer endless pain to pay for their sins of desecrating their own lives.

The King of Hell paused, a complicated look appeared in his eyes, and continued.

"However, when I learned the whole story during the trial, I was deeply moved by her integrity and her loyalty to love.

The emotion between her and her lover transcends life and death, and it is a power that can shake the soul.

When faced with desperation, she chose to protect her lover in her own way, even at the cost of her own life.

Therefore, I allowed her to reincarnate, hoping that she could forget this painful experience in her new life and start over."

Having said that, the King of Hell frowned even more tightly, and a hint of gloom flashed in his eyes.

“But something strange happened not long after.

When Zhou Yihan was crossing the Naihe Bridge, she drank Mengpo Soup. That Mengpo Soup was specially made in our underworld and has the powerful power to erase the memory of the soul.

From ancient times to the present, countless creatures will forget the memories of their past lives after drinking it, and transform into a pure soul again, entering the cycle of reincarnation.

However, Zhou Yihan broke this iron rule. She still could not forget the memories of her past life, especially the feelings for her lover, which were always deeply imprinted in the depths of her soul and could not be erased.

This is a situation that we in the underworld have never encountered in countless years."

The King of Hell took a deep breath, his eyes filled with confusion and anxiety.

“This matter has attracted great attention from the underworld, and we, the ten kings of hell, have gathered together to discuss countermeasures.

Finally, we decided to force it into the reincarnation tunnel, which contains the power of heaven and is an excellent place to purify the soul.

We hope to use the power of the reincarnation tunnel to erase the memories in her soul so that she can be reincarnated smoothly."

The King of Hell's voice trembled slightly, as if he recalled the shocking scene at that time.

“However, something even more shocking happened. After Zhou Yihan’s soul entered the reincarnation tunnel, it was sent back by a mysterious hurricane.

The hurricane seemed to have its own consciousness. It raged in the reincarnation tunnel, but it only targeted Zhou Yihan's soul.

No matter how many times we tried, her soul could not stay in the reincarnation tunnel. It felt like the reincarnation tunnel refused to accept her reincarnation.

We know that we cannot directly take action to erase his soul memory. This goes against the laws of the underworld. Once violated, it is very likely to bring adverse consequences."

The King of Hell sighed helplessly, his eyes full of regret.

“In the end, we really had no choice but to lock him up behind Yinshan Mountain.

It is the most eerie and terrifying place in the underworld, even more terrifying than the 18 levels of hell.

Behind the Yin Mountains, there is endless darkness and emptiness. Time seems to have lost its meaning there, and there is no vitality or warmth.

The soul was imprisoned there, and the only company was the darkness and biting cold that was as solid as a substance.

There, the soul will be gradually eroded until it dissipates. Almost no one can survive there. It is a place that even evil spirits are afraid of.

But no one would have expected that Zhou Yihan, relying on her unyielding perseverance and great love for her lover, has actually persisted there until now.

This woman has a love in her heart, a love so pure and so powerful that it transcends the laws of our underworld and becomes the most powerful force in the world."

Hearing this, Xiao Lingtian's body shook violently. He closed his eyes tightly, clenched his fists tightly, his nails deeply embedded in his palms, blood flowed down between his fingers, but he was completely unaware.

Tears welled up in my eyes, uncontrollably like a river bursting its dam.

His lips trembled slightly, and his heart felt as if it was pierced by thousands of arrows.

He never expected that Zhou Yihan's love for him was so firm, and she endured so much suffering for him.

How did she spend those lonely and tormented days behind the Yin Mountains?

Every minute and every second, she missed herself in the darkness, but she could not get rid of it.

Xiao Lingtian felt as if his heart was being tightly grasped by an invisible giant hand, and it hurt so much that he couldn't breathe.

Every moment he spent with Zhou Yihan kept reappearing in his mind, and those beautiful memories had now become a sharp blade tormenting him.

He hated himself for not being able to protect her and letting her suffer so much. This mixture of self-blame and heartache almost tore his soul apart.

Ye Chen's face turned ashen, his eyes flashing with angry flames that almost burned the entire underworld to ashes.

He asked directly in a deep voice.

"Behind the Yin Mountains?"

These three words came out of his mouth like rolling thunder, shaking the hall of the underworld.

When the King of Hell saw Ye Chen’s terrifying expression, he felt a surge of fear in his heart and subconsciously took a step back.

Beads of sweat the size of beans instantly appeared on his forehead, slid down his cheeks, dripped onto the ground, and splashed tiny faint lights.