Full-Level Fierce Person
Chapter 559 - 310 Rise_3

Chapter 559: 310 Rise_3

Zheng Changxiu’s eyes were filled with flames!

"Ah!"

She cried out in agony, closed her eyes, and lowered her head.

The night sky remained quiet throughout, where was the spectacle of stars catching fire?

After a moment, Zheng Changxiu opened her eyes, with traces of blood streaming from the corners.

"What kind of fate is this, An Baopu?"

Zheng Changxiu was terrified, feeling as though if she provoked An Baopu, she would inevitably be consumed by fire, just like the stars.

After a long, long time...

The Princess Consort of Chiming slowly calmed down, murmuring, "Fate is meant to be broken!"

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"Only the dead can enter the Netherworld?"

Fang Zhixing frowned, puzzled.

The Peak Master of Azure Dragon Peak explained with a smile, "The Netherworld is actually a Restricted Area, of unknown grade, and there are two methods for the living to enter the Netherworld."

"One is to enter a state of suspended animation, letting the soul leave the body."

"The other is to have someone help you by drawing out your soul and taking you into the Netherworld."

Hearing this, Fang Zhixing’s expression grew dark.

Both methods were highly risky.

If he were to feign death and someone took the opportunity to seal his physical body, he would be eternally damned, until death.

The second method was even harder; he must entrust his life to someone else without reservation.

Fang Zhixing was naturally skeptical, unable even to fully trust Xigou, let alone others?

The Peak Master of Azure Dragon was not in a hurry, watching Fang Zhixing with interest.

But soon, Fang Zhixing decisively said, "Use men without doubt, doubt men you do not use. I trust the Peak Master."

"Good!"

The Peak Master of Azure Dragon smiled with satisfaction. He was not afraid of how mysterious Fang Zhixing was, he just feared him keeping others at a thousand-mile distance, not treating him as one of his own.

"First, lower your spiritual defenses."

The Peak Master of Azure Dragon sat down cross-legged, forming gestures with his hands and murmuring words.

Fang Zhixing also sat down cross-legged, and did as told.

The Peak Master of Azure Dragon quickly raised his hand and gently touched Fang Zhixing’s forehead.

A point of Spiritual Light fell!

Fang Zhixing’s head sank as though he had passed out.

Simultaneously, a spectral figure slowly rose, towering and imposing.

It was the Tyrant!

The Peak Master of Azure Dragon looked at the Tyrant, feeling the boundless brutal aura and was utterly shocked.

The Peak Master of Azure Dragon said nothing, lit a stick of incense, and placed it in front of them.

The smoke curled upwards!

Suddenly, a vortex appeared.

"Let’s go, we’re entering the Netherworld."

The Peak Master of Azure Dragon plunged into the vortex.

The Tyrant glanced at his own physical body and followed closely.

The vortex whirled rapidly.

The Tyrant only felt dizzy as he suddenly plummeted into a filthy void.

Time passed unknowably...

The Tyrant finally stabilized himself, standing in a dark and endless world.

The wind was strong!

The wind brought innumerable filth, like sewage from a drain.

The ground beneath the Tyrant’s feet was filthy, as though he was stepping in a cesspit, utterly disgusting.

"This way!"

The voice of the Peak Master of Azure Dragon came from not far away.

He moved forward, and the Tyrant followed step by step.

Suddenly, the Tyrant stepped on something sticky.

Looking down, there lay a person on the ground, still alive.

But his body was already rotten.

The Tyrant stepped on his chest, and his organs turned into pus and spurted out.

"Ahhhhh~"

The person screamed miserably, in extreme pain.

The Tyrant moved his foot away, looked around, and then realized that many people were buried in the muck on the ground.

One figure after another was connected like Siamese twins, staring at each other with hatred yet unable to break free.

"They’re just a bunch of lost souls and wandering spirits, don’t mind them."

The voice of the Peak Master of Azure Dragon came, unwaveringly moving forward.

The Tyrant shook off the sticky mess from his feet and continued to follow.

Thus they walked on, day by day, month by month, year by year...

Gradually, the Tyrant lost track of time.

He and the Peak Master of Azure Dragon walked non-stop on the vast and murky Muddy Plain.

Suddenly, the sound of a river rushing forward came from ahead.

The Tyrant asked, "How long have we been walking?"

The Peak Master of Azure Dragon replied, "In the Netherworld, there is no concept of time, but if we must speak of it, it has been sixty-two years."

The Tyrant was speechless.

The Peak Master of Azure Dragon laughed heartily, "Don’t worry, even if you spend a hundred years in the Netherworld, it’s only a moment on the outside."

The Tyrant hesitated no longer and looked towards the long river.

The river was torrential, flowing endlessly.

At first glance, it looked like the Yellow River.

The Tyrant took a deep breath and stepped into the river.

Instantly, a sharp, intense pain surged.

The Tyrant looked down to see his flesh corroding instantaneously, revealing white bone.

But he was an Undying, quickly regenerating.

Yet, the pain was real!

The Tyrant gritted his teeth and jumped fully into the river, submerging his entire body.

It was not hard to imagine, his body alternated between bone and flesh.

It was like a person being slowly cut to pieces!

The level of pain was beyond imagination!

Yet the Tyrant did not let out a single moan.

In such a scene...

The Peak Master of Azure Dragon instead showed a trace of admiration.

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Seconds passed one after another.

The Tyrant stood in the Netherworld River, unyielding...