Chapter 627

"Blade Emperor, I've heard you're a master of blade Dao among the Central Plains. Would you be interested in sparring with me?"

In truth, Emperor Ying was a blade-Dao-obsessed martial fool among the imperial clan of You Dongying, and what he wanted most in life was to climb to the very peak of blade Dao.

This goal happened to be somewhat similar to that of the Second Blade Emperor.

"Not interested!"

The Second Blade Emperor was actually in a foul mood at the moment — Di Shitian had just won over Nie Renwang and Duan Shuai into the Qinglong Society.

But he alone had been left out.

He had already left Duan Qing Ju this time knowing that Second Dream had also gone off with people from the Qinglong Society.

But why wouldn't Di Shitian win him over?

Was he not qualified enough?

Hmph!

Wait till I've mastered the Shattered Dream Blade Art, defeated the First Evil Emperor, and let your Qinglong Society people get a good look at this old man's might!

With that thought, he stopped paying Emperor Ying any mind and left directly, riding his blade.

Emperor Ying let out a sigh. This time he'd broken open his aura and unleashed the Jing Ji Blade, yet it seemed he hadn't gained any benefit at all.

Even the blade-Dao sparring he'd long dreamed of had fallen through.

In his frustration, he too rode the Jing Ji Blade and left Divine Dragon Isle.

438 — Is there really an Eighteenth Layer of Hell?

The Eighteenth Layer of Hell is rumored to be the most evil and the deepest layer of hell.

Any evil ghost that enters this layer will be suppressed, never to be reborn for all eternity!

The physical body of the Immortal God of Undying had been utterly annihilated by Xiao Jingtian, and his spirit body had been suppressed into the Eighteenth Layer of Hell by the Jing Mu Calamity · Senluo Hell.

Feeling the boundless negative energy and the endless evil ghosts around him, he was filled with rage — and helplessness.

Though he possessed the two great divine arts: the Heaven-Shifting Divine Art and the World-Destroying Demonic Body.

But these two great divine arts relied primarily on the physical body.

Without a physical body, with only a spirit body, how could he possibly unleash these two great divine arts?

In this Eighteenth Layer of Hell, where there was no time and no space, the Immortal God of Undying had no idea what he should do — or even what he could do.

Every moment, he would be entangled by evil ghosts, then fight them.

If he won, he could drag out his wretched existence a little longer.

If he lost, these evil ghosts would tear off a part of his spirit body.

Strangest of all was this: the evil ghosts would only tear off a part, never devour him completely.

After he recovered for a while — before he had fully recovered —

These evil ghosts would appear again, coming to fight him.

Amidst his constant defeats, he gradually improved.

But the ferocity and numbers of the evil ghosts also kept surging.

Little by little, he too seemed to become an evil ghost, no longer knowing who he was or where he came from.

He only knew that he had to keep fighting, then tear off a part of the loser's spirit body.

He had utterly sunk into this purgatory, becoming one of the evil ghosts.

Perhaps, if nothing unexpected happened, he would have lived and perished together with the Eighteenth Layer of Hell in this endless cycle of fighting and tearing.

But in everything there is always an exception — a streak of Jin Guang suddenly appeared in the deepest part of this hell.

Countless evil ghosts, upon seeing the Jin Guang appear, would avoid it as if it were the plague.

He was no exception — instinctively, he wanted to dodge this streak of Jin Guang.

But this streak of Jin Guang seemed to be aimed squarely at him.

No matter where he fled, the Jin Guang shone there.

He didn't know how long it took, but in the end the Jin Guang caught him.

By now he was green-faced and fanged, his whole body no longer human in form — no different from an evil ghost.

But under the illumination of the Jin Guang, his ghostly body gradually dissolved, and he slowly returned to his prime — his youngest and best state.

"Bu Jingyun, the sea of suffering is boundless — turn back, and you shall find the shore. Why do you still refuse to awaken?"

From within the Jin Guang, a voice like a great bell suddenly rang out.

Under the trembling of that voice, he gradually recalled his name — Bu Jingyun, the most outstanding member of the Bu Clan Divine Race!

"I am Bu Jingyun, I am Bu Jingyun.

And who are you?"

Having recalled his name, Bu Jingyun looked again toward the blurry figure above the Jin Guang and asked.

"Who I am is not important. I am here to save you from the sea of suffering."

The figure said.

"Save me? How would you save me?"

Bu Jingyun's face was blank — the experience of becoming a ghost, washed by the Jin Guang, had long since stripped him of every memory of his past.

He only remembered that he seemed to have been born right here in this purgatory, not knowing where this place was, nor why he needed to be rescued.

"As long as you take refuge in me, I can save you."

The figure continued.

"Take refuge?"

Bu Jingyun did not understand the meaning of this word.

"Walk up along this staircase, and that is the path of your taking refuge in me…"

As this voice rang out,

a staircase paved in gold slowly descended from above, stopping right before Watching Bu Jingyun.

"Step onto the staircase and come to me, and you shall be delivered from the sea of suffering.

If you miss this chance, you shall be lost forever."

Seeing him hesitate, the voice added another line.

At some unknown moment, a dense swarm of evil ghosts had appeared beyond the Jin Guang.

Yet not one of these evil ghosts dared to set foot within the Jin Guang.

Looking back at these familiar yet unfamiliar evil ghosts, Bu Jingyun deliberated at length.

At last he stepped onto that golden staircase, climbing it one step at a time.

"Very good! Very good!"

As Bu Jingyun departed step by step, that beam of Jin Guang also slowly faded away.

In the end, the Eighteenth Layer of Hell returned to its former chaos.

Yet at one end of this eighteenth layer, two blurry, indistinct human figures watched every movement over here.

"Great Emperor, do you understand now?"

"That bastard is truly too detestable — his reach is far too long."

"Exactly! Not only does he want to control his own realm, he also wants to dominate the Changhe of ten thousand realms — and yours is among them."

"Isn't your purpose the same as his?"

"Me?"

"Yes! After doing so much in the Nine Provinces, wasn't it all for that very same purpose?"

"No, I am not the same as him.

He wants to use his crooked, evil thoughts to control the Changhe and dominate the fate of all things.

I just want to live my life — yeah! Peaceful development is the real mainstream!"

"Haha! Peaceful development? That word really doesn't suit your style."

"Alright, enough talk — I have to go again."

"Safe travels — and don't let the door hit you on the way out."

As this conversation ended, the Eighteenth Layer of Hell once again returned to its disorderly chaos.

But does the Eighteenth Layer of Hell truly exist?

……

Fazhi, carrying the Divine Stone, rode the wind the entire way, speeding toward Hangzhou.