Black Myth: Starting from the Destined One
Chapter 359 - 250: To the Human Realm!

Chapter 359: Chapter 250: To the Human Realm!

"I’ll think about a solution, and we can discuss it later,"

The assembled Ghost Immortals promptly paid their respects again:

"We shall follow your command."

The Ten Halls of Hell, countless Ghost Immortals, and Underworld Soldiers and Ghost Generals respectfully withdrew from the grand hall.

A few maids near the Netherworld Throne cautiously approached and tentatively asked:

"Underworld Emperor, please move to the side chamber..."

Li Ping’an panicked instantly:

I am not at all familiar with this place.

Li Ping’an then ordered:

"Support me as I walk!"

And so,

Li Ping’an was escorted to the side chamber by eight maids.

It was where Li Ping’an rested.

A person resembling a steward attempted to inquire:

"Underworld Emperor, what would you like for your evening meal..."

Li Ping’an steadied himself and with a calm and collected air, sat down in the chair and spoke indifferently.

"The usual."

"Yes, Underworld Emperor."

The steward, followed by the maids, respectfully exited the room and closed the door behind them.

Alone in the side chamber, Li Ping’an let out a long breath.

He approached the mirror, his expression odd.

In the reflection, a youth in a white robe, his facial features identical to his own back on Blue Planet.

But his attire was that of ancient garb.

The lofty corners of his robe, full of surging grandeur, and the overwhelming air of dominance and magnanimity he emitted were immediately noticeable. The confidence he radiated was serene and composed, not something common folk possess, but rather the self-assuredness of one who stands unparalleled in the world, a proud child of heaven.

The room he found himself in was also decorated in the ancient style.

And...

In the reflection, his eyes were emitting a faint black light.

What kind of Underworld Emperor am I, exactly?

And what sort of world is this?

He collected his thoughts and checked the items in the room.

On the desk, he found a letter.

"I am already aware of everything that has happened there; proceed with the original plan."

From the phrasing, it seemed like an order that he, the Sect Hierarch, had prepared to give to someone else but had not yet sent.

Li Ping’an had a bold thought.

That is, the original owner of this body had forces outside of the Netherworld as well.

And he had devised a mysterious plan.

Li Ping’an continued searching and came upon a row of bookshelves.

"Nineteen Layers of Hell—Spirit Qi Continent"

Li Ping’an opened the book to read.

The world structure of the Nineteen Layers of Hell was somewhat similar to that of the Spring and Autumn and Warring States periods, with the Zhou Emperor above, nominally the lord of all under heaven, but in actuality weakening daily with his luck fading.

Of the Nine Provinces in the world, six provinces were enfeoffed to appease the feudal lords, becoming the Six Provinces.

These six provinces, Qi, Chu, Wei, Wu, Qin, and Yan, ambitiously and eagerly coveted the supreme position of Emperor.

Behind these six provinces stood six massive Immortal Sects.

Among these six grand Immortal Sects, there were mighty beings whose cultivation reached the clouds. It was said that there were True Immortals among them, possessing terrifying strength, capable of moving mountains and summoning storms.

In short, the current Nineteen Layers of Hell was a bizarre and extremely dangerous world.

The protagonists of this era were as numerous as the hairs on an ox.

Among them, the top three individuals stand out:

The Burial Heaven Emperor!

The Desolate Heavenly Emperor!

The Great Emperor of the Netherworld: the Abandoned Heavenly Emperor!

These three people looked down upon the earth and its denizens with arrogance.

But their identities were very mysterious.

Li Ping’an frowned as he read.

This "Underworld Emperor" of mine... could it be

the legendary Abandoned Heavenly Emperor?

Have I transmigrated into one of the most powerful beings in the world?

Isn’t that a bit exaggerated?

Li Ping’an was unable to contain his joy.

He calmed himself and speculated that perhaps the book described some other great emperor.

Then he saw the following passage.

"The Great Emperor of the Netherworld—the Abandoned Heavenly Emperor, of the Devil Race, his eyes emitting a unique black glow, unmatched under heaven, impossible to impersonate."

Li Ping’an turned back to the mirror.

The reflection showed his eyes, pupils emitting a conspicuous black light.

He sighed deeply.

According to what the Ten Halls of Hell had said,

he had made an agreement with other powerful beings from the Five Realms.

And had his cultivation completely lost.

Wouldn’t that make him vulnerable?

And someone as powerful as he was

must have made many enemies.

If he went to the Nineteen Layers of Hell, wouldn’t that be a journey of no return?

But in this sinister and rampant Netherworld,

wouldn’t he be unable to live as a normal person for all eternity?

This is quite a troubling situation to be in, both internally and externally.

Yet, Li Ping’an was feeling somewhat exhilarated.

In his previous life on Blue Planet, he had been battling alone since he was young.

He had been through ups and downs, warmth and coldness of human relationships.

He had experienced pride, loss, success, and failure.

He had been through everything life had to offer.

Before the transmigration, he had already honed superhuman willpower and resilience.

"First, I’ll go take a look at the Nineteen Layers of Hell, and if it’s truly unworkable, I’ll come back and be the ruler of this Netherworld!"

Chen Luoyang sighed emotionally.

Then he began to laugh.

On the bright side, he won’t have to start from the bottom and fight his way up, right?

But on the other hand, how could such a powerful figure be so easily overtaken by someone like him?

He thought again about the Source, the Black Sword.

Taking advantage of the solitude, he grabbed the sword and began to carefully feel it, trying to figure out its secrets.

Where exactly is the trick to this Black Sword?

Li Ping’an pondered:

I know too little about this Underworld Emperor that I am, but how can I find out more?

Just as the thought crossed his mind, the Black Sword before him suddenly burst into bright light.

Among them, a stream of light in mysterious yellow color shone brilliantly, forming characters.

Li Ping’an could see them clearly and understood them well.

Li Ping’an, seventeen years old...

Just after reading the first line, Chen Luoyang became uneasy.

Not only do we look the same, but the original owner of this body has the same name as well?

This is getting pretty interesting.

He continued to read further.

The text formed by the condensed mystic light provided a detailed account of the Great Emperor of the Netherworld’s life story.

It included an overview of martial arts and a detailed resume.