Chen Feng tried to rule some levels, but it was not an easy thing to implement. For example, the Underdark was not even a famous level. It was only watched by some people because it was ruled by Rose.
In addition to the Underdark, there are some planes that have been operating for countless years. Even in the endless abyss, they are considered to be the best. Any demon who hears of them will feel an instinctive shudder in his soul.
Azzagrat
Azgrat is the domain of Graz'zt, a pit lord. Azgrat extends over three layers, the 45th, 46th, and 47th. Since all three layers are ruled by the same pit lord, they share common features and many interconnected portals.
One of the ties that runs through all three layers is the River of Salt, which shimmers like crystals of liquid salt. Needless to say, a dip in the river is deadly.
Other notable features include portals between the three levels that look like venomous bushes and hearths with green flames. However, due to Graz'zt's cruel sense of humor, some of the green hearths are simply filled with flames and do not contain portals at all.
The environments of these three areas are not very hostile; each resembles a twisted version of the material plane. For example, the 45th layer resembles an endless gray prairie washed by rain. The light of the 46th layer is from the ground, so the shadows are strangely like black pillars rising into the sky. The 47th layer (which can only be reached from the upper two layers and not from the Abyss Plains) is lit by a blue sun. The flames here are purple instead of red, and they deal cold damage. Therefore, creatures that are normally immune to fire may be surprised when they approach flames.
Naratel.
Naratyr, known as the City of the Dead, is a frigid realm carved from the surface of a frozen ocean. Naratyr's icy architecture is a frozen necropolis, dotted with tall mausoleums, towering funerary obelisks, parapets of catacombs, and carpets woven from the hair of Naratyr's thousands of restless dead. The city's martial legions include demon-hunting spiders, vampire giants, and liches of all kinds. The majority of the common soldiers are zombies, ghouls, wights, and other wights that follow the darkness.
Who rules Naratyr seems to be the question. In unknown years, a powerful demon lord named Orcus claimed the entire plane. However, Orcus has been declared dead. A drow deity of vengeance and undeath claims the victor's spoils and the corresponding jurisdiction of the plane, as well as the crown jewel of the plane - Naratyr. Yet there are compelling clues that Orcus is not dead as many thought. The drow deity has disappeared, and no one knows whether she fled or was killed. Could it be that Orcus is ruling over cold Thanatos again, and that bony hand has once again grasped his terrible scepter
These are what Chen Feng learned based on the knowledge in his mind. Compared with Naratyr, the Plains of Bones where Saruman lived was nothing more than some barren earth slopes, nothing more!
Moreover, such an open and secret struggle between two gods is simply beyond Chen Feng's ability to interfere with with his current strength. On one level, two gods' traces and even lives were lost one after another. It can be seen how much water is hidden here!
And some levels are ruled by other dark creatures, such as the realm of Yeenoghu!
Number of floors: 422
Dominator: Yeenoghu characteristics;
The savage and cruel demon lord Yeenoghu, the master of the gnolls, rules the dark grasslands of the 422nd layer of the Abyss, which he boringly named "Yenoghu's Domain". But the name is indeed quite appropriate, and countless gnolls and mortal slaves living under its low-hanging blood-red sun recognize this: Yeenoghu is the undisputed ruler of any land overlooked from the high platform of his towering fortress.
As the ruler of this level, the other party’s favorite thing is to plunder labor and enslave other races!
In addition to the above-mentioned difficult-to-reach levels, there are also some levels in Chen Feng's knowledge base that can be viewed from afar but not touched.
The Throat of the Damned: Their savage nature makes them careless, and among the countless mortal slaves toiling in the open air, some are constantly obsessed with escape. So for mortals, the safest course is to flee eastward, to a raging yellow ocean - this place of refuge is called the Throat of the Damned.
The Gnoll Lord and his snarling minions hate the soupy ocean and refuse to approach its harsh waters. Far from the coast, a fleet of mortal slaves gathers to survive, circling the coast to rescue escaped slaves or even mortal gnolls who refuse to submit to Yeenoghu's abominable demands. Although a single captured sea beast can feed the entire fleet for a month or more, their most common source of food is human flesh.
When food became scarce, the crew would isolate and kill the weaker passengers, using their bodies as dry food for everyone on board. Each member would eat a small piece of the flesh of their former companion to prove their loyalty and dedication to survival, but the real feast would not begin until some new refugees refused this gruesome meal. At this time, the nervous crowd would attack these "cowards" with ruthless and cruel savagery, killing them and cooking their bodies as the main course.
It is hard to imagine that the slave population that escaped from one level alone formed a small world. One cannot help but sigh that as the lord of a level, Yenogu had enslaved so many lives over such a long period of time!
This is the abyss. Every level is as horrible as hell. In comparison, the Underdark seems relatively civilized. After all, there is an order here that does not exist in other levels!
If he really had to pick a level to attack, Chen Feng would not choose those small worlds that had been built for countless years and had countless resources, but would start with places like the Cursed Throat.
After all, even if a few strong men visit the Cursed Throat, most of those wandering around that area are slaves who escaped from the Yenogu Realm!
Compared to other worlds that have gods behind the scenes, places like the Cursed Throat are undoubtedly lawless and ownerless!
Of course, Chen Feng had a certain degree of self-knowledge. If he wanted to occupy that place, he would at least need a low-level deity. If he rashly entered at his level, even if he was lucky enough to occupy it, he would be killed by the neighbors if he was not careful.
Chen Feng looked at the battlefield where blood was flowing like a river, laughed awkwardly, and said something that would make countless professionals look askance if they heard it: "After all... you are still too weak!"