C5839 Traces of the Underworld
C5839 Traces of the Underworld
Zhong Kui's body had already been severely injured and crippled, but in the end, it was repaired by Lu Yu, and his face was filled with dignity.
The calamity of the ancient times had caused a huge change to the nether world. The two Golden Immortals of the Great Luo had been injured, and both of them had died in battle.
"I apologize for offending you."
Lu Yu said as he took off the two strands of hair from Zhong Kui and Meng Po.
Yi Jing's divination runes appeared around Lu Yu's body, and at the same time, the power of fate began to enter the void along the two strands of hair.
A mysterious power permeated in all directions, searching for the fate thread.
The process was quite long, but Lu Yu was patient enough.
Time had passed, and the sea had changed!
Every blade of grass, every tree, and even every speck of dust in hell had been absorbed by Lu Yu's eyes. The change of all living things, the sounds of footsteps, shouting, and talking, were all heard by him.
As the power of reincarnation changed, everything was changing. Those that had passed away were restored to their original state, and the ruins that collapsed in the corner stood up again, returning to their original appearance.
That was the complete picture of the ancient nether world.
The towering buildings of the nether world reached into the clouds. The hell was not an endless darkness. There were street lamps pointing the way everywhere. Rows of souls passed through the reincarnation in an orderly manner and entered their next lives.
There were monks riding on Diting's back. They put their hands together, and they had kind faces. They chanted the Sutra of Rebirth in a low voice, expiating the souls of the dead in all directions.
There was also a judge who held an official pen in his hand and determined the sins of the souls before they died.
There was also a ghost servant that held a chain and escorted the souls back and forth.
There was a city of Yin where the souls of those who died before they died returned to live a peaceful life.
It was a prosperous era from the ancient times. There were no bloodthirsty and wicked Yin ghosts, no broken ruins. Everything was done according to the rules.
Images flashed back and forth in Lu Yu's eyes. They were all scenes from the underworld.
Very quickly, Lu Yu saw the place where the underworld used to be.
"So it's here."
Lu Yu remembered that place and woke up from his immersion.
He quickly rushed towards that location. In an instant, he turned into a golden light and tore through the void.
...
Deep in hell.
There was a low hill, and the ruins of buildings could be vaguely seen all over the hill.
Most of the buildings were buried, but the exposed parts were still magnificent. In many places, the walls had collapsed, and the bricks and tiles had been broken. However, from the outline, the former glory could still be seen clearly.
An intense battle had broken out in this place. Sand and stones were flying everywhere, and the sound of air being torn apart could be heard everywhere.
Boom!
Suddenly, a high wall collapsed, and more than a dozen young figures escaped from the hole in a sorry state.
"Not good! There's a mistake in the intelligence! There's more than one Ghost King here!"
"This is where we're going to die!"
Wei Hong, Tang Xu, and the other disciples panicked and fled in panic.
Originally, they planned to take advantage of the fact that one of the Ghost Kings was resting to take advantage of the situation and kill him. They didn't expect that they would run into a Ghost Nest.
Not only was there an injured Ghost King hiding in there, but there were also countless terrifying existences!
In that deep area, there were even more experts!
Behind the few young disciples, a violent and endless voice suddenly came from behind them.