The River of the Underworld flows endlessly, and the abyss of hell knows no bounds.
Shi Hao pondered deeply—was he in a dream, or had he been forcibly transported to a strange and otherworldly land?
Countless skeletal remains lay scattered across the vast, desolate earth, stretching endlessly into the horizon. As the faint wind blew, bone dust rose like sand, swirling in the air, painting a scene of utmost horror!
This was a land of annihilation, devoid of life, bereft of vitality. Only death and decay reigned here.
Shi Hao pinched himself, testing whether this was reality. The sharp pain confirmed it. His eyes widened in disbelief, his face etched with shock.
Had he… come near the gates of hell?
Shi Hao was truly stunned. This was beyond comprehension. Not long ago, this place had been sacred and pure, yet now it was a wasteland steeped in the stench of death.
He lightly kicked a skeletal fragment, sending it flying into the void, where it shattered under his fierce strike. Snow-white bone dust scattered like snowflakes.
Shi Hao was baffled. How had things come to this? Could the Yellow Spring Fruit truly possess such power, transporting him to another realm?
He strode forward, determined to uncover the truth. With a sweep of his Kun Peng wings and the crackle of lightning beneath his feet, Shi Hao soared across the desolate sky, surveying the death-laden land below like a deity patrolling the heavens.
At the edge of the earth loomed a colossal cliff, vast and boundless. Beneath it, a massive volcanic crater yawned like an abyss, devouring everything in its path.
“Hmm?”
Shi Hao tensed as he sensed an overwhelming suction force, threatening to drag him into the depths. The power was immense, nearly irresistible.
He hastily retreated, unwilling to be pulled in. Once he was at a safe distance, he activated his Heavenly Eye to peer into the crater.
From within came agonized shrieks. Faintly visible were demonic gods bound in chains, their bodies drenched in blood, howling and struggling.
Ghastly specters, their skeletal frames clinging to rotting flesh, wailed in torment, as if bearing some unspeakable grievance.
Molten lava surged, and from time to time, a demon would plunge into it, vanishing in a wisp of smoke, utterly consumed.
This was no ordinary lava—it reeked of blood, its stench detectable even from afar. This was truly the frigid and terrifying abyss of hell.
Shi Hao inhaled sharply, retreating further. He was utterly perplexed—how had he ended up here?
Suddenly, the massive crater erupted. But instead of lava, it spewed forth bones and vengeful spirits. A miasma of darkness filled the sky as wailing ghosts swarmed, turning the world upside down. Bones became the only reality!
“Heavens!” Shi Hao couldn’t help but groan. White bones littered the land, death energy surged, and countless specters writhed between heaven and earth.
A sense of foreboding gripped him. Then, the entire world trembled violently, as if the heavens would collapse and the earth would overturn. Everything was changing.
Whoosh!
From the depths of the volcanic abyss came a mournful howl. Yin energy surged skyward, followed by a tide of bloody light, and finally, black mist spread outward.
“No!”
Shi Hao let out a startled cry. Despite his resistance, fleeing was futile. The entire death-laden world convulsed, dragged by an immense force into the volcanic maw.
The boundless earth, though sparsely dotted with towering mountains, now underwent a bizarre transformation. The peaks crumbled like dust, hurtling toward the hellish crater.
Not just the mountains—countless bones and boulders tumbled and rolled, sucked into the abyss.
It was surreal. The vast, endless land, with its countless features, now converged into a single point, plunging into the infernal depths.
This defied all logic. Some of the mountains had seemed grander than the crater itself, yet they too were swallowed whole.
It was like a black hole, devouring everything!
Shi Hao could not escape. He too was swallowed, plummeting into the dark abyss of hell.
Boom!
He crashed down alongside rubble, bones, and mountains. Many objects struck him with the force of a thousand hammers—enough to crush an ordinary man into paste.
Shi Hao’s body glowed as he expanded his divine domain, shielding himself from the onslaught. Yet the deluge continued, as if the heavens themselves were collapsing upon him.
The pressure was immense. Even a Heavenly God would falter under such strain.
Fortunately, Shi Hao was strong enough to endure. No matter how many mountains rained down, his defenses held. Runes shimmered around him, reducing peak after peak to dust!
Meanwhile, other mountains crashed into the crimson lava below. Some turned to ash instantly, while others sank like pebbles into an ocean, barely stirring a ripple.
Shi Hao shuddered. What kind of place was this? The lava was boundless, capable of annihilating all matter.
He even saw demonic gods, struck by falling debris, plunge into the molten depths, screaming as they dissolved into smoke.
At last, the chaos subsided. The world below revealed itself in full.
An endless expanse of lava stretched before him, dotted with islands of bone and ancient black palaces where demonic gods and specters lurked.
Dark continents floated on the molten sea, riddled with caves where devils prowled. This was the underworld incarnate.
From time to time, a bone island would sink, or a black landmass would crumble, vanishing into the red abyss.
Demonic gods wailed, specters shrieked, and skeletal hands clawed at the surface, only to melt away moments later.
This was the very image of hell!
Massive stone pillars rose from the lava, towering into the sky. Bound to them were primordial gods, tormented by flames and slashing blades.
Some had their tongues torn out, others their heads severed—yet they still writhed in agony, refusing to die.
The horrors unfolded endlessly. Shi Hao’s scalp prickled. Could this be real? Such a ghastly, wretched place defied belief!
Boom!
Suddenly, from the depths of the lava sea, a golden palace emerged, radiating heat and immortal aura. A figure wreathed in immortal mist appeared, shackled by five chains that bound his limbs and head, suspending him as if drawn and quartered.
At that moment, Shi Hao sensed true immortal power!
But what followed stunned him. The five chains, now gleaming like divine metal, pulled taut.
“Ah—!” The immortal screamed. His mist surged with unimaginable power as he struggled to break free.
Yet with a sickening tear, blood sprayed into the sky. The chains ripped his limbs and head apart, leaving a gruesome sight.
“Was that… an immortal?” Shi Hao shuddered. He had sensed supreme immortal energy, yet even that being had been torn asunder.
With a final earth-shaking roar, the dismembered figure, the golden palace, and the chains all sank into the lava.
The stench of blood filled the air.
Shi Hao stood frozen, his body chilled to the bone.
How could this be? It was too sudden, too horrifying. He could scarcely believe his eyes.
“I refuse to believe this!” he shouted.
Boom!
A bone island rose from the lava, its surface slick with molten rock. Chains lashed out, binding him instantly.
Shi Hao struggled violently, but like the immortal before him, he could not break free. The chains tightened around his limbs and neck, pulling him taut.
Was life truly so fragile? Was he to be drawn and quartered here?
Just moments ago, he had been triumphant, having forged his own path and seized great fortune. Now, he faced a wretched end in hell.
At first, he had doubted this was real. But the cold chains around his neck, biting into his flesh, left no room for denial.
“Judgment of Hell!” A cold, merciless voice echoed from the depths.
The chains pulled taut like divine blades, tearing at his body.
Squelch!
Agony lanced through him. Blood sprayed as his head and limbs were ripped away.
The pain was unbearable, the humiliation profound. To die like this—how could he accept it?
Who dared do this to him? Rage and defiance burned in his heart. He wanted to howl at the heavens.
But what could he change? Even an immortal had been torn apart—what hope did he have?
“I refuse!” Shi Hao roared like a madman.
His severed limbs and head fell into the lava, flesh withering instantly. The molten fire could erase even gods.
Soon, only bones remained.
Yet, in that moment, Shi Hao felt neither sorrow nor rage. Instead, he laughed—softly at first, then uproariously.
“I don’t believe this is real. Though vivid, it must be an illusion, a trial of the mind,” he murmured calmly.
“Bring on the trials!” he challenged.
A radiant immortal sword streaked toward him, piercing his brow and pinning his soul. Darkness swallowed him whole.
“The Yellow Spring Fruit… truly lives up to its name,” he mused in the void. “It made me believe I had truly descended into hell.”
“Good. The greatest suffering forges the strongest will. Is this the fruit’s power? Then come!”
Shi Hao roared, convinced this was not reality, no matter how real it seemed.
The elder of Heavenly Deity Institution had not explained the fruit’s mysteries, only that it tempered the soul. Now, amidst the torment, Shi Hao understood—this was a trial.
“Make me stronger! Bring on hell!” he bellowed.
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