Ye Chen returned to Jieming Mountain in silence and dust all the way.
Di Huang was already waiting at the top of the mountain, along with Emperor Ming and the two disciples of the Supreme Emperor: Ming Jue and Bai Zhi.
"I've met senior." Ye Chen stepped forward and leaned over.
"You should think about it carefully. Once you enter the six realms, you may get lost in reincarnation, which is no different from death." Underworld Emperor said leisurely.
"I will go back even if I die." Ye Chen's eyes were extremely determined.
"The flow of time in the world is different from that in the underworld. One day in the underworld lasts a hundred years in the six realms. You need to be able to endure loneliness."
"One day in the underworld, a hundred years in the six realms?" Ye Chen frowned.
"You should keep this thing." Dihuang flicked his hand at the storage bag, "You can only open it after you have truly broken through."
"Junior understands." Ye Chen sealed it into the Danhai.
"The world is isolated from the underworld. Even if we are the most powerful, we are beyond our reach. Everything depends on you."
"I will definitely live up to the expectations of my seniors." Ye Chen handed over his hand again.
"That's it, let's get on the road!" Both supreme beings formed seals with one hand.
Immediately, the void trembled, and there was another whirlpool. It was dark inside. Just looking at it made me feel in a trance.
"Take care of yourself all the way." Bai Zhi rarely smiled softly.
"I look forward to seeing you again and fighting with you." Ming Jue smiled and patted Ye Chen on the shoulder, which was quite refreshing for the Supreme Disciple.
Ye Chen smiled casually, took one step forward, and skyrocketed.
When he was about to leave, he looked back, glanced at Jie Ming Mountain, glanced at the underworld, then turned around and stepped into the whirlpool.
This departure will most likely mean goodbye forever, and it will be difficult to see each other again.
After he disappeared, the black vortex slowly became invisible, and the breath that overflowed from it was wiped away by Di Huang's wave of his hand.
"You think he has a 10% chance of winning." Emperor Hades smiled.
"Ten percent." Dihuang gave the answer without even thinking about it.
"Oh?" Emperor Hades raised his eyebrows, "I have great confidence in him!"
"Even Chu Ling can let go. There is no relationship in this world that he can't break through." Di Huang smiled slightly.
Speaking of Chu Ling, a beautiful figure stumbled up the mountain. It was Chu Ling, with a sad expression and tearful eyes.
"You are late, he has left." Bai Zhi whispered.
"Senior, will Ye Chen and I meet again in this life?" Chu Ling's eyes were filled with tears, looking at Di Huang hopefully.
"Yes." Di Huang smiled gently, "Our efforts will not be in vain. I will explain to him personally in the future."
Chu Ling cried, turned around silently, clutched her lower abdomen, comforted her and Ye Chen's child, and wiped away the tears.
After she left, Bai Zhi and Hades both looked at Di Huang in confusion.
Neither of them were stupid. From the conversation between Di Huang and Chu Ling, they seemed to have heard something, and seemed to have discovered a secret.
"As you think." Di Huang turned around and looked up at Miaomiao quietly, as if he could see Ye Chen's back through the void.
Behind them, Bai Zhi and Ming looked at each other and understood.
This is a play, a great play, directed by Emperor Huang and completed by Chu Ling. The so-called Yao and Shun are Emperor Huang.
The purpose of this trip is to temper Ye Chen and force him to reach nirvana.
The so-called love tribulation is to let him let go, and only if he lets go of Chu Ling can he survive.
The two of them were silent, feeling quite uneasy and making waves.
What a cruel love disaster, can you imagine how painful Ye Chen was in those days? The pain was heartbreaking!
Especially Bai Zhi, no wonder Ye Chen always depicts Chu Ling when he draws her. It is too difficult to forget someone.
Facts once again proved that she was indeed inferior to Ye Chen.
Regardless of her fighting strength or her state of mind, she was completely crushed. Her so-called arrogance was nothing but a joke in front of Ye Chen.
Ye Chen appeared again, on a piece of black scorched earth.
The scorched earth stretches as far as the eye can see, vast and boundless, the earth is pitch black and the sky is dim, making it feel extremely depressing.
"Is this **?" Ye Chen muttered to himself.
Silence, deathly silence, no mountains, no flowers, no trees, no stars and moon, no breath of life, everywhere you look is black scorched earth.
Ye Chen couldn't find his target, so he had to move forward in one direction.
Underfoot, the scorched earth is loose, and there are many half-covered skeletons left step by step. I don’t know the age and how long they have been buried.
In the wind, you can still hear howling sounds, like the wail of a ghost.
Walking here is like walking in a black hole in space, no one can be seen, it is quiet and dark, and he is the only one in the whole world.
Looking down at the Six Paths, he was like a drop in the ocean, as small as gravel, with a lonely figure, not even a shadow.
One step, two steps, one day, two days, one year, two years.
This journey is too far away, and I don’t know how much time has passed.
All he knows is that one day has passed since he entered the Six Realms.
One day in the underworld, six hundred years in six realms, that is to say, he has been walking in this world for a full hundred years.
The flow of time is different from that in the underworld. Although the underworld lasts only one day, hundreds of years in the six realms pass by one minute and one second.
He never stopped, and braved the wind and sand of the years, moving forward alone on the dark and scorched earth, even his footprints were weathered.
However, the road ahead is still bleak, with no end in sight.
After a hundred years, the vitality and blood were as majestic as the holy body, but it also became exhausted, his hair was messy, and his clothes were stained with dust.
"**, is it just eternal loneliness?"
His muttering was the only sound in the world. No one answered or spoke. It was so quiet and terrifying.
It's true as Hades said, he needs to be able to endure loneliness.
Time flies by, and I don’t know how long it has passed.
It wasn't until ahead that a pass extending for an unknown number of thousands of miles came into view that he stopped slightly.
For the first time in six hundred years, he stopped and stared quietly.
The pass is majestic and huge. Standing under it, you look like an ant. It is cold and dead, and it has stood there for countless years.
In front of the pass, there are two stone statues of ghosts sitting like mountains. They look like fierce and evil gatekeepers, standing tall and motionless.
On the pass, three large scarlet characters are engraved: Hell Path.
Ye Chen stood still and looked up at the three characters of hell. The three characters were like three giant mountains. They were so majestic that they made him breathless.
Hell is the first level in the world.
With this thought in his mind, he took steps and entered the pass.
Taking one step was like stepping into hell. Thunder raged above, and thunder and lightning fell down one after another, penetrating the sky and the earth.
Below, the pitch-black sea of fire surged, rolling with turbulent waves. Each wave of fire seemed to be able to swallow up the sky and destroy the earth.
Ye Chen shook his head and was submerged in the sea of rolling fire.
His palm turned into a knife, splitting the sea of fire, and rushed out.
However, thunder fell from the sky and knocked it over. The holy body was also torn apart and was engulfed by the sea of fire before it fell.
This thunder and fire is very strange, the fire burns the body and the thunder strikes the soul.
His holy body, limbs, internal organs, eight meridians, and even every drop of blood were burned.
His true soul is torn apart all the time.
Even though he had experienced body refining and soul refining, he could not resist the pain that ripped through his body and couldn't help but roar.
"The Hell of **, the pain of a hundred years of physical training."
There seemed to be an icy sound somewhere in the air, resounding throughout the hell realm.
a hundred years? Ye Chen's eyes were blood red, and the pain was already heartbreaking in just ten breaths, let alone a hundred years.
"**Is the first level so terrifying?"
Ye Chen gritted his teeth and moved forward with difficulty. Every step he took was painful to his bones and soul. It was unbearable.
On the top of Jie Ming Mountain, Emperor Ming and Emperor Huang stood quietly.
In front of them, there was a water curtain hanging, and what appeared in the water curtain was the scene in the hell realm.
Beside them, the faces of Ming Jue and Bai Zhi were extremely pale.
Every second, Ye Chen's holy body was being torn apart, and every second, his soul was being torn apart.
This scene, not to mention being experienced personally, is painful just looking at it.
It will take another hundred years to torture people to death? This is just the first level, the ones that follow will be even scarier.
"Master, is the definition of a hundred years? Is it possible to break the barrier in advance?" Ming Jue and Bai Zhi looked at Emperor Ming and Emperor Huang.
"Not one point is too much, not one point is too little. If he can survive for a hundred years, he will be considered successful." Emperor Hades said leisurely.
As he said this, Emperor Ming glanced at Di Huang incomprehensibly.
Dihuang has passed through this level before. He should know the horror of hell better than anyone else. The pain is so terrifying.
Di Huang said nothing, only watched quietly, his eyes unwavering.
In the past, he was able to survive, so he firmly believed that Ye Chen could also survive. He had never questioned the descendants of the Holy Body.
If you can't even break through the hell realm, then you are someone who has dishonored the prestige of the Holy Body and killed two emperors in one lifetime. He is fearless about the future.
In Hell Road, Ye Chen's legs were trembling and he was still moving forward with difficulty.
In the time that Bai Zhi and the others had spoken, several years had passed in the hell realm. Thunder and flames had destroyed Ye Chen until he was no longer human.
Every thunderbolt can leave a scar on his soul, and every blaze can make his holy body crack.
Time passes, day after day, year after year.
As he staggered, his ancient holy body was burned countless times, and his true soul was annihilated countless times.
But he is still standing, his legs bent, reborn in the exercise
There is no one in hell, no living beings, only thunder and fire.
When he was enduring the pain of tearing his body apart, he had to fight against the hundred years of loneliness. Once his will was wiped out, he was defeated.
I don't know how many years passed, but his eyes became dull, empty and emotionless, like a walking zombie.
He had no pain at all. Day after day, under the thunder and fire, he forgot the feeling of pain and got used to it.
A strong obsession supported him to move forward: go home.
Yes, go home, even if you die, your hometown is waiting for him.
The long years, every minute and every second, were like a carving knife, carving him full of devastation and riddled with holes.
When the black flames are extinguished, and when the thunderous thunder ceases to strike, these hundred years will truly come to an end.
He walked out and endured the pain of hundreds of years of physical training in the hell realm.
The world in front of him was once again boundless scorched earth, and still filled with vicissitudes of loneliness. Like an ant, he embarked on a journey again.
Behind him, the hell realm suddenly collapsed and turned into endless dust of history, as if it had never existed.