Novel Full Chapter 501
Chapter 501: Chapter 27 The Mysterious Hell Path Residence Chapter 501: Chapter 27 The Mysterious Hell Path Residence Not to mention anything else, at this moment, with crimson hair and heavy pupils, Wei Dongliu truly looked more like a Demon Lord than the Demon Lord himself.
Wei Dongliu did not speak, and Daoist Luo, to break the awkwardness, said to the evil spirit:
“Do not ask further, remember that your Mansion Lord has promised not to interfere with our matters.”
“Although you say that…” the evil spirit said hoarsely, continuing to look at Wei Dongliu with suspicion and alarm.
This doesn’t look like a human from your side at all, does it?
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However, since Wei Dongliu remained silent, the evil spirit did not persist and had to let them pass for the time being, but after turning a corner, it secretly reported to the authorities above.
Walking on the city streets, Wei Dongliu looked down at his feet and saw that the ground tiles faintly exuded a red heat, seeming to be of an extremely high temperature, even blackening the soles of his boots.
Fortunately, at this time, his body was enveloped in an outpouring of Demonic Qi that protected him, hence he did not feel any burning sensation.
“This eighteenth level of Hell is located beneath the Nine Serenities Underworld, featuring a harsh environment and specially housing those souls guilty of heinous crimes, not allowed to be reincarnated,” Daoist Luo casually chatted with him, explaining, “Initially, it was merely a domain for exiling ghosts from the Netherworld, but as the number of souls increased, cities gradually formed.”
“The deeper one goes into Hell, the more severe the torment for souls.
As for this level where we are, it is called ‘Endless Abi’.”
“Here, not a trace of Spiritual Energy exists, and the intense heat is unbearable.
Except for the Rakshasa evil spirits, no one could possibly survive.
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Ordinary souls falling down to this level from the upper layers of Hell would be immediately captured by the Rakshasa evil spirits, torn into fragments to serve as both food and currency.”
“They use Soul Fragments as currency here?” Wei Dongliu asked with a disbelieving smile.
“Yes,” Daoist Luo nodded, “Gold and silver treasures are useless to evil spirits.
Only souls are valuable enough to be eaten.”
“Among the Abi Devil Lords, the higher the status and stronger the power, the more Soul Fragments they possess.
It is said that the previous Abi Mansion Lord even once acquired the ‘Myriad Demons Evil Spirit Sword,’ containing a vast number of souls, coveted by many Demon Lords.”
“Later, an internal chaos broke out in this layer of Hell; the former Abi Mansion Lord was besieged and killed, and the whereabouts of the Myriad Demons Evil Spirit Sword became unknown.”
As Daoist Luo chatted casually, Wei Dongliu listened intently, suddenly asking:
“The Myriad Demons Evil Spirit Sword?
Isn’t that the sword the Nether Ghost Path has been constantly seeking, the one equally famed as the Immortal Sword of the Intercepting Cult?
How did it end up in the depths of this Hell?”
“Who knows,” chuckled Daoist Luo.
Wei Dongliu responded with an ‘oh’, his heart filled with silent suspicion.
He felt the other was hinting that he should not expose the Myriad Demons Evil Spirit Sword in Hell, else he would surely attract unnecessary trouble.
After all, the disguise he had put on the Myriad Demons Evil Spirit Sword might not be enough to fool the investigation of an immortal.
But you’re overthinking it, I simply haven’t used my trump card disguise techniques, that’s all.
“Ah Jing, from now on in Hell, help me conceal the aura of the Myriad Demons Evil Spirit Sword!”
“…Oh.”
The two made their way through the streets, arriving finally at the entrance of a building that resembled a palace.
“This is the base of our Ghost Path in Hell.” Daoist Luo drew a mask from within his sleeve, “Take it.”
“A mask?” Wei Dongliu frowned slightly, thinking, How can a handsome and evil charm like mine be covered by a cloth?
If I don’t show off the features of a Demon Lord, how am I to farm Synchronization Value in the Ghost Path?
“Our fellow disciples from the Hell Path all have overt identities within the Cultivation Realm, and none of us recognize each other for who we are,” Master Luo said slowly, “Surely you wouldn’t want your own identity to be known by others, would you?”
Wei Dongliu sneered inwardly, so what?
My identity is fake anyway.
But he had caught the underlying message from the sect leader: Even the fellow disciples of the Hell Path could not trust each other in the outside world; once one’s overt identity was revealed to another, they could instantly be at risk of betrayal.
Why does this sect leader always like to talk in such a roundabout manner?
If I weren’t highly intelligent, I really wouldn’t be able to understand the implications.
He sighed imperceptibly and placed the mask over his face.
He felt a gust of icy black mist emanate from beneath it, swiftly enveloping his entire body.
Master Luo laughed heartily and likewise took out a mask-shaped magic artifact, letting the black mist completely shroud him-not a single characteristic of his physique was exposed, and even his divine sense was utterly isolated.
“This Hell Path sect leader is no simple character,” Wei Dongliu analyzed silently, “Such a mechanism ensures that all cultivators of the Hell Path are strangers to each other, with only the sect leader in possession of information about everyone.”
“In other words, the entire Hell Path is highly centralized under the sect leader, and everyone else…is just a piece on the chessboard.”
“Even if a chess piece could guess the mind of the player, since it cannot view the board as a whole, it would hardly possess the capability to contend against them.”
“On the contrary, the player could easily manipulate the entire board with their asymmetric informational advantage, achieving their strategic goals.”
“That’s also why the Hell Path has always remained undiscovered,” the Green Duckweed Sword chimed in, “Because everyone is on the periphery, with the only core being the Hell Path sect leader.”
“As long as the leader always stays deep within Hell, the Hell Path will never be uncovered by anyone,” the Kunlun Mirror also remarked with a sigh.
“Not exactly,” Wei Dongliu suddenly frowned, “Aside from the Hell Path sect leader, there’s another person…
who also holds a special status within.”
“Are you referring to the fortune teller from the Jian Family?” asked the Green Duckweed Sword with surprise.
“Wait!” the Kunlun Mirror suddenly exclaimed, “I’ve found a fragment of the Heaven-Mending Stone!”
“Where?” Wei Dongliu’s spirits lifted.
“It’s deep within this palace!” the Kunlun Mirror affirmed.
“Understood,” Wei Dongliu nodded, “Don’t worry, Ah Jing, once I’ve collected enough information about the Hell Path, we can start planning.”
Shrouded in black mist, he followed the also enshrouded Hell Path sect leader into the palace, through several corridors and corners, until they finally arrived in a main hall.
Inside, seven or eight figures were already present, all enveloped in black mist.
Their voices were husky and indistinct, impossible to identify:
“Is there a newcomer?”
“When was the last time a newcomer joined us?”
“The newcomer this time seems quite reticent, huh.”
“Ahem.” Master Luo cleared his throat and said, “This is Number Nine, newly joined.
He will be collaborating with us on our grand scheme.”
“Sect Leader.” Another figure cloaked in black mist let out a sarcastic chuckle, “Have you told him what our grand scheme is for the Hell Path?”
“I was just about to explain in detail.” Master Luo turned around, and though his head was hidden by the black mist, Wei Dongliu could still feel the other man’s gaze on him, “Number Nine, since you believe in destiny, do you know…”
“…that this world is doomed to irrevocable destruction in a thousand years?”