Urban Undying Lord
Chapter 841: 860: 18 Layers of Hell

Chapter 841: Chapter 860: 18 Layers of Hell

“When will this Feast of Ghosts commence?” Ye Xuan asked in a deep voice.

“In three years, right here in my Fengdu City. At that time, not only the Five Ghost Emperors will gather, but if I’m not mistaken, some Quasi-Saint level figures will also attend,” Emperor Fengdu replied gravely.

“Very well, I will return in three years, and in the meantime, this woman will temporarily follow you. When I return, I hope nothing untoward happens to her.”

Ye Xuan gave Ye Yaoyue a cryptic look, making her want to speak, but seeing Ye Xuan shake his head slowly, she swallowed her words.

“Where are you heading, Daoist Friend?”

Watching Ye Xuan with intentions of leaving, Emperor Fengdu’s expression changed slightly. He feared that Ye Xuan would leave and not return or join hands with others, rendering his efforts in vain.

“Rest assured, I will return in three years.”

After saying this, Ye Xuan leisurely walked out of the hall, leaving Emperor Fengdu with a helpless smile, as the initiative was with Ye Xuan, and he couldn’t prevent his departure.

…

Void ripples, waves upon waves, Ye Xuan wandered in the Underworld, each step covering vast distances, unnoticed by anyone.

After leaving Fengdu City, he traveled west along the Wangchuan River. The Wangchuan River was vast and boundless, running from east to west, spanning the entire Underworld, symbolizing the journey of souls from life to death.

The Eighteen Levels of Hell!

A terrifying and eerie name, famous in the Three Realms of Heaven, Earth, and Humanity, for it suppressed ferocious spirits and countless evil demons and ghosts.

A vast dark gate stood in the wilderness, connected to eighteen dark paths. Along these paths, Black and White Impermanence occasionally swung their soul-reaping staffs, escorting ferocious ghosts into the gate.

The eighteen paths led to the Eighteen Levels of Hell, and each path entered a different hell, where malevolent ghosts from past misdeeds were punished. Only after enduring the tortures of the Eighteen Levels of Hell, dispelling their grudges, could these ghosts re-enter the Six Paths of Reincarnation to be reborn.

Tongue-pulling Hell!

This is also the first level of the Eighteen Levels of Hell. Those who in life sowed discord, slandered others, flattered with slick words, debated with cunning, or lied to deceive, were cast into the Tongue-pulling Hell after death. Goblins pried open their mouths, clamped their tongues with iron tongs, and slowly pulled them out, not in one quick motion, but in an extended, agonizing tug… The cruelty of this punishment is indescribable.

The second layer is Scissors Hell, the third is Iron Tree Hell… leading up to the eighteenth layer, Abyss Hell!

The Eighteen Layers of Hell in the Underworld are notoriously fearsome, so much so that even a Daluo Golden Immortal cannot withstand the torment of the eighteen types of tortures there.

Apart from the torments, in the Eighteen Levels of Hell, there is also Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, who once made a grand vow of heaven and earth: Hell will be empty, and only then will I become a Buddha!

Through endless epochs, Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva used Supreme Dharma to guide ferocious spirits in the Eighteen Levels of Hell, yet his grand vow remains unfulfilled, and he remains merely a Bodhisattva, unable to attain Buddhahood.

However, Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva’s cultivation is at the peak of the Quasi-Saint level, making his name well-known in the Underworld.

As Ye Xuan stood at the entrance of the Eighteen Levels of Hell, he smiled slightly and stepped into the first layer, Tongue-pulling Hell, vanishing from the outside world.

Wailing souls, howling ferocious ghosts, the Eighteen Levels of Hell are presided over by eighteen Judges. These Judges differ from the usual Underworld Judges, for they all possess Daluo Cultivation.

In the first layer, Tongue-pulling Hell, countless ferocious ghosts were tortured, with grim and terrifying goblins applying the tongue-pulling punishment to ghostly souls, their screams resounding through the hell.

Ye Xuan walked in the void, unaffected by the Tongue-pulling Hell, moving directly towards the second level, as he had not come to the Eighteen Levels of Hell for sightseeing.

The second level… the third… the fourth… up to the eighteenth level.

When Ye Xuan appeared in the eighteenth layer, Abyss Hell, a Buddha Light quietly appeared in the distance, and a white-robed monk sat cross-legged at the center of Abyss Hell, chanting with countless echoing verses.

Rumble!

Buddha Light shone brilliantly, redeeming souls, as the white-robed monk, Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, sat upon his Truth Listening Spirit Beast, yet neither detected Ye Xuan’s arrival.

The Eighteen Levels of Hell, said to have eighteen layers, indeed have only seventeen, while the Abyss Hell, where Ye Xuan now stood, is considered forbidden within the Underworld, leading to the Netherworld Blood Sea.

Indeed!

Ye Xuan entered the Eighteen Levels of Hell to reach the Netherworld Blood Sea, for Hongmeng Purple Qi lay in Minghe Ancestor’s hands, and he came now to reclaim it.

“Amitabha Buddha!”

With chanting filling the heavens, Buddha Light appeared, and Ye Xuan, also clad in a moon white monk robe, walked towards Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva with palms joined, causing Ksitigarbha’s expression to change as he suddenly looked at Ye Xuan.

“Disciple greets Master Qingming,” Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva said, joining palms in a Buddhist salutation to Ye Xuan, his expression gradually calming, as if expecting Ye Xuan’s arrival.

“Among us in the Buddhist Sect, there’s no need for such formalities. Is Minghe Ancestor still in the Netherworld Blood Sea?” Ye Xuan asked gravely.

“Rest assured, Master Qingming, Zhunti Sage has already sealed the Netherworld Blood Sea, the Minghe Ancestor cannot possibly escape. But will you enter the Netherworld Blood Sea alone?” Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva furrowed his brow in concern.

“I alone am sufficient. You stay here and wait,” Ye Xuan said, not engaging in further conversation, striding forward to a Buddha-sealed blood-red portal, the rolling waves audible beyond, indicating the Netherworld Blood Sea where Minghe Ancestor and his Asura Clan resided.

Buzz!

Ye Xuan formed a seal with his hands, sent a point of Buddha Light into the portal, and the seal placed by Zhunti instantly dissipated, allowing Ye Xuan to step into the blood-red portal.

As Ye Xuan entered the Netherworld Blood Sea, Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva furrowed his brow, palms joined in a low utterance: “Diting, can you discern this man’s roots?”

“Myriad Buddha Dharma, no true form visible; his cultivation far surpasses yours, his surrounding Buddha Light exceptionally pure. Though I can hear the truths of all things, he is shrouded in mist…” Truth Listening Spirit Beast shook its head.

“Amitabha Buddha!”

Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva whispered a Buddhist mantra, his brow furrowing deeply.

“Zhunti Sage instructed me to await his arrival here, and if he battles with Minghe Ancestor, to assist him. This person is absolutely not simple,” Ksitigarbha sighed in awe.