Necropolis Immortal

Chapter 1695: I Actually Really Can’t Hold On Anymore

“A real world of sequence? In the Abyssal Hell?!” Haidong Lin jumped with shock.

The world of sequence that they knew was fake—Mazu had manifested it with the realm monster’s body. But since she could manifest such a world, that meant a real one existed somewhere in the planes and she’d seen it before. There’d been the hint of a world of sequence on the realm monster, which indicated that the true world could be found somewhere in the secondary worlds.

“I don’t know, I’m just guessing.” Lu Yun regained his calm. “But I’m eighty percent sure that the Abyssal Hell nurtures a world of sequence.”

“Eighty percent!” Haidong Lin’s eyes lit up eagerly. “Let’s go!”

“Lu Yun!” called out the Curse King. He’d exited the world behind them as well. “Do you remember the Firmament Prison?”

“Huh?” Lu Yun’s heart shook and he paused, turning around.

“I know you cultivate hell dao and that you have Ruina in your grasp. But if you want to reach great perfection with your hell dao, you’ll need the Firmament Prison!” the Curse King chuckled. “And what a coincidence, I happen to own it. It’s not native to these worlds.”

The Curse King was the architect of the Firmament Prison; he’d built it to curse the Di Clan—the bloodline of the emperor of the original Hongmeng. In fact, he’d wanted to curse the original emperor with it, but the emperor had proven so strong that he hadn’t died when both the Firmament Prison and withered wood were cursing him.

All the same, the Firmament Prison truly existed and it was a branch of hell dao, one that Lu Yun was yet to master.

When he entered the Firmament Prison to excavate the Dao Flower and make the immortal dao whole, hell dao had concealed everything else about the prison. No one had an inkling of an idea that the Blood Sea, Path of the Dead, and Avici Hell had all once been part of the hell of human dao.

During his future self’s journey through the thirty-three loops, he’d also thought that the Firmament Prison only served to bury the Dao Flower and the void realm that should belong in immortal dao.

“I’ll give you the Firmament Prison if you take me with you into the Abyssal Hell.” The Curse King stared intently at Lu Yun and stretched out his hand, materializing a beam of white light from his hand.

It originated from the tiniest of points, but Lu Yun could clearly discern that there was a real world in the depths of the point—a world like a hell.

“Hell is hell and the final resting place of all beings,” he suddenly said. “Ruina is a branch of hell and the hell of the sea. What is the Firmament Prison?”

“It’s naturally another branch of hell and also the final resting place of all things.” The Curse King tossed the point to Lu Yun, who subconsciously caught it.

He employed formula dao on it again and again, subjecting it to intense scrutiny. The Curse King’s expression grew darker by the second and he ground his teeth together.

“What, do you not believe me?” he snorted. “For those of us at our cultivation levels, do we need to use petty tricks against each other?”

“You never know,” Lu Yun shook his head. “You’re an insidious and deceitful character with a plethora of crafty plots. While we cultivators fear karmic repercussions, perhaps you have something that enables you to avoid it.”

The Curse King had no response to that.

“Fine, I’ll trust you for now.” Lu Yun opened the Disordered Hell and tossed the tiny point in.

The Curse King audibly ground his teeth once again.

“You can come with me,” the young man nodded at him. “But you need to be careful, my strength grows many times over in the Abyssal Hell. I’ll also be able to continuously absorb energy from it and refine it. I might lose control of myself and accidentally crush you out of existence.”

His long-time rival regarded him warily.

“But if you have that giant bat get the hell out of Mount Astronomia, I might consider controlling myself,” Lu Yun added. “And eliminate all of the curses you’ve planted in the world of immortals. I can’t be bothered to root them out one by one myself.”

“…fine.” A vein throbbed in the Curse King’s forehead; he was clearly striving mightily to control his temper.

“Let’s go.” Lu Yun waved open a large door and walked through it—the Gates of the Abyss.

When Tianqi built the hell of human dao, he’d used his own talents to build a door for it. As the god of Mount Tai—the Great Peak of the Five Hells—he was the earliest master of hell.

Although his door was applicable only to human dao hell, Lu Yun was able to access any hell through it since he cultivated the six paths of hell dao. No one was able to enter the Abyssal Hell because its entrance had been blocked by some kind of boundary—only Lu Yun could enter through the Gates of the Abyss.

Haidong Lin and the Curse King were close on his heels after they saw Lu Yun walk through a mysterious doorway.

“You can’t touch me!” shouted the Curse King the second he entered the Abyssal Hell. “If my primary body dies, so will my replicas. No one will be left to uproot the curses in the world of immortals and the Ghost Bat King will not depart from Mount Astronomia!”

He vanished even as his words lingered in the air.

“We’re letting him go just like that?” Haidong Lin grumbled.

“What else can we do, can you beat him?” Lu Yun curled his lip. “That’s his primary body, on par with the Ghost Bat King. Didn’t you see him ignore the Time Guard?

“I already reached my limits when I borrowed the Abyssal Hell’s strength. If I do so again, I’ll probably explode and die.”

“So I see!” the Curse King’s voice rang out. “Kekekeke, since I’ve already made my way inside, you’re useless to me. You can die now!”

He loomed out of the gloom and thrust a palm strike at Lu Yun.

“Hahaha!! You fell for it, Curse King!” Lu Yun roared with laughter. “Would you have come back if I didn’t say that? Eat this!”

The withered wood in his hand roared to life with boundless hellfire.

“Who’s the insidious and deceitful one, who has all the crafty plots huh?!” the Curse King screamed and turned around. His body exploded into a cloud of glyphs.

“Hmph, that’s right, keep running!” Lu Yun harrumphed as he retracted the withered wood and hellfire.

Haidong Lin gaped wordlessly.

“Pfft, I was lying. I’m actually at the end of my rope. If he’d stayed a bit longer, I’d explode and die,” Lu Yun called out.

This time, the premises remained quiet and nothing happened. The Curse King seemed to have left for good.

“I’m actually on the brink of death!” Lu Yun shouted.

Haidong Lin: ……

etvolare's Thoughts

Err, the Curse King is turning into comic relief... Haidong Lin, I'm with you buddy. That was a real wtf moment.