The sky was dark, the earth was vast, and his back was desolate and lonely.
For him, time has no concept. What remains in the six paths are only footprints one by one, buried in the years.
He just buried his head and lowered his eyes, walking forward quietly without saying a word.
This time, the road he took was so far and boundless.
Time is like a carving knife, carving traces on his body. Every knife, every stroke, is a touch of vicissitudes.
In the distance, the ancient pass reappeared, spanning countless miles from east to west, bloody, cold and majestic, blocking his way.
A hundred years later, he looked up again: the path of hungry ghosts.
He paused for a moment, silently, and stepped in.
Immediately, I heard the wails of evil ghosts coming like an overwhelming force.
In front of him, there was a terrifying scene. Everywhere he could see, there were hungry ghosts as thin as wood, with their arms drooped.
Their eyes were all greedy and bloodthirsty, licking their scarlet heads, drooling bloody saliva, and rushed towards Ye Chen.
Ye Chen frowned, and the secret method in his palm evolved, preparing for a battle.
However, before he could move, an inexplicable force appeared, binding his body and sealing his magic power.
"The path of hungry ghosts in the world, the pain of gnawing at the body for hundreds of years."
It was that ethereal sound again, cold and silent, resounding throughout the world.
His body was imprisoned, unable to move, and he had no magic power at all. Only a wisp of dark wind came, blowing him to the sky and falling down.
The hungry ghosts rushed up and surrounded him, layer after layer.
Endless hungry ghosts gnawed at his flesh, drank his blood, gnawed at his bones, and sucked out his marrow.
Ye Chen's eyes were blood red, he couldn't say anything, he couldn't move, but he could only watch helplessly being eaten by him.
This is a bloody scene, the blood is shocking, bones, flesh, and blood have all become food for hungry ghosts.
The most cruel thing is not these, but that Ye Chen's body was eaten away, and his flesh and blood were reborn and continued to be eaten.
This goes on and on forever, like an endless cycle.
And he could only watch, being gnawed for hundreds of years, unable to move, unable to resist, and had to passively accept it.
Well, on the top of Mingshan Mountain in the underworld, Bai Zhi covered her jade mouth.
That scene was too bloody and disgusting. The emperor's disciples were so high up. She had never seen such a battle before.
On one side, Ming Jue's face was also red from suppressing it. Although he tried his best to suppress it, he still had the urge to vomit.
Across the water curtain, both of them seemed to be able to hear the sound of hungry ghosts chewing Ye Chen's flesh and bones, which was full of magic.
One hundred years, Ye Chen needs to suffer this pain for one hundred years.
This age, just imagining it, makes people feel desperate.
Compared to the two of them, Emperor Ming and Emperor Huang were much calmer and looked at them quietly. They had never seen anything at the Supreme level.
Especially Hades Emperor, who had personally witnessed Emperor Huang being eaten.
The majestic emperor, the ruthless man who once blocked the five emperors at the edge of the universe, was in trouble and was also unable to resist.
Today's Ye Chen is so similar to the Emperor Huang of the past.
So what if he had slaughtered two emperors, he was still food for hungry ghosts.
The hungry ghost said, Ye Chen's eyes became dull and hollow again, and the look of resistance disappeared without a trace.
He didn't close his eyes, he kept them open and looked into nothingness.
I no longer know what pain is, nor what does it mean to be eaten by hungry ghosts.
All he knew was that he wanted to go home. The hungry ghosts could not scare him, nor could they erase his obsession with returning to his hometown.
Day by day, year by year, they pass quietly in the long time.
One hundred years have once again come to an end.
When the hungry ghosts dispersed, when the whining and howling sounds were extinguished, the power that restrained him also dissipated, and he stood up for the first time in a hundred years.
The hungry ghost tunnel suddenly collapsed, turning into pitch black and scorched earth.
On the road, on the road again, stumbling and swaying.
It has been three days since he came to the underworld and three hundred years since the six realms. The long years and endless loneliness have overwhelmed him.
I don’t know how long it took, but the third pass came into view.
The three characters of Shura Dao are huge and scarlet, stained by the dust of the years, and also soaked in blood. They are flowing one after another, which is very dazzling.
Ye Chen didn't stop at all, and stepped into the pass with heavy steps.
What he saw before his eyes was a bloody sea. The surface of the sea was calm and without waves, except for the raging smell of blood, which turned into a blood mist.
"The Shura Dao of ** is scarred by hundreds of years of fierce battles."
It was still that ethereal sound, cold and silent, resounding throughout the world.
As soon as the words fell, the calm sea became restless. Bloody men crawled out of the sea one by one, with bloody clothes and bloody eyes.
It was really a Shura, with white teeth exposed, a scarlet tongue licking, and blood-colored eyes glowing with bloodlust.
There were countless Shura ghosts, roaring, wailing, and roaring, overwhelmingly swarming towards Ye Chen, their eyes bloodthirsty and violent.
Ye Chen said nothing, drew out the Yin Ming Sword, and held it tightly with both hands.
After three hundred years in the six realms, one hundred years in the hungry ghost realm, one hundred years in the hell realm, and one hundred years on the road, the silent blood boils.
"Kill!" A roar roared, hoarse and vicissitudes of life.
He rushed out, dripping with blood, and Shura was chopped down head by head, blood splattered all over his body.
Shura fell down and was submerged in the sea of blood, but he quickly stood up again. He couldn't kill them all, and the overwhelming force was still unabated.
Ye Chen seemed to be going crazy, holding the killing sword in his hand, making random moves, just rising and falling with the sword, as if he was not tired at all.
Time passed, and after ten years of fighting, he was already covered with scars.
The Shura ghosts rushed at him time and time again, and were killed by him again and again, and drowned him again and again, but they were rushed out by him again and again, fell down again and again, and got up from the blood again and again.
His blood-red eyes were even more asura-like, and his clothes, hair, face, palms, and body were all dyed blood-red.
He is more like Shura than Shura, a bloody man who rushes through the sea of blood like a madman and is tireless.
Time has no concept of pain and has long been forgotten.
Jie Ming Mountain was completely silent, with everyone quietly looking at the water curtain.
The supreme state of mind was as still as water. Ming Jue and Bai Zhi's faces were pale and bloodless, and they couldn't bear to look at them.
There he was still a human being, with his blood and bones exposed and his body in disrepair. He was fighting against Shura ghosts and refused to fall.
How strong is his mind? Is his heart made of stone? How can it be sustained for a hundred years
Ming Jue and Bai Zhi both lowered their eyes. If it were them, they would have fallen long ago. What a hundred years! How long.
Ye Chen fell into a pool of blood again and was submerged in the sea of blood.
After fighting for who knows how many years, he never stopped. He was tired and stood up unsteadily, his body covered with blood.
"Go home, I want to go home." He only had one arm left, still holding the sword, staggering and slashing wildly.
His eyes no longer have any sparkle, or in other words, he is dead.
I am still killing now, all because of my undying obsession.
The years have passed, and a hundred years have passed, and the important point has come again.
He fought for a full hundred years, a hundred years of fierce fighting, and finally managed to survive. All Shura turned into blood, and the majestic Shura Pass suddenly collapsed in a wisp of dark wind.
On the scorched earth, he staggered forward. Behind him was a bloody road, and the bloody footprints were shocking.
His back was still so lonely and desolate.
The road home was so long that it turned a young man into such an old man with scars all over his body.