Chapter 413
Netherworld Heavenly Book
Upon hearing this, Yu Zhensheng exchanged a glance with his old friend and rival, and was deeply moved by his boldness.
He fought a hundred battles and lost a hundred times, yet he fought a hundred battles and lost a hundred times!
Countless failures have tempered that indomitable spirit into something as hard as diamond, so that even in such desperate circumstances, one can remain fearless.
"Alright, this should be our last competition."
Yu Zhensheng bit his fingertip, drawing a fiery bloodstain on his brow. His entire demeanor changed, as if he had opened his third eye, and an incomparably majestic illusory image of a Dharma body appeared behind him.
With a red beard, a halberd, and fiery eyebrows, he wields a golden dragon and effortlessly conquers the Five Sacred Mountains.
Eyes blaze open the netherworld, burning away karmic obstacles; robes billow, igniting the banners of Samadhi.
He stretched out his hand, chanted the sacred incantation, and summoned the Ancestral Golden Spear. The bloodstain between his eyebrows suddenly opened up, transforming into fiery golden eyes, with a pupil as bright as the sun faintly visible burning fiercely.
At this moment, Yu Zhensheng's imposing aura was so great that even Yama, the King of Hell, took notice.
"He does indeed have some of the imposing presence of Emperor Huaguang, but unfortunately... only a fraction of it."
He shook his head. Even though he was suppressed by the formation and felt as if he were carrying the weight of 108 stars, he still moved freely as if he were nothing.
The golden spear thrust forward, but was blocked by a black lotus, and the golden flames spewing from the fiery eyes dissipated automatically when they reached three feet in front of Him.
The mighty Yellow Springs actually manifested around him, like a fluttering golden ribbon. No matter how powerful Yu Zhensheng's fiery eyes were, they were like a clay ox entering the sea, extinguished in an instant.
Yu Tianheng had already burned his life essence, and the twin swords in his hands had long been broken. He summoned the Nine Dragon Seal, his natal magic weapon that had been with him for decades. In an instant, it became as large as a mountain and crashed down on him like the legendary Heaven-Turning Seal.
However, the nine-tasseled crown above Yama's head trembled, and countless strands of dark blue energy rose up, like a churning sea of clouds, directly catching the falling "mountain".
The azure energy even seeped into the Nine Dragon Seal, seemingly possessing some extremely terrifying corrosive power, causing the seal to faintly emit a mournful sound, and finally even cracking with a snap.
Yu Tianheng groaned, blood flowing from his eyes, ears, nose and mouth, but he still ignored it, roaring like thunder, his hair and beard dancing wildly, not hesitating to exhaust all his magic power and essence to suppress Yama.
This was a battle that gambled with the fate of the Yin Xi Master. If they lost, there would be no more Yin Xi Masters in the world. Only if they won would future generations have a way to survive.
Therefore, he had already prepared to die in battle before he came.
Just like the old man said, this should be their last competition in this lifetime.
This time, he didn't want to lose.
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Within the city of Fengdu, the ground was washed with divine blood.
The mirror of the platform reflects all kinds of evil.
Some abused their power for personal gain, some disregarded human life, some embezzled and perverted the law, some fabricated charges, and some abused torture...
You don't know until you take a picture; the sight is truly shocking.
Since this King Yama took power, he has promoted his cronies, excluded dissidents, disregarded the laws of the underworld, and indulged treacherous officials, turning the entire underworld into a chaotic and corrupt place.
In the end, many gods were not satisfied with the greed within the underworld and extended their reach to the human world.
For example, the Registrar of Merits and Demerits, for the sake of worldly offerings, secretly rewrote the records of wealthy and powerful people, ensuring their souls could be quickly reborn into good families after death, continuing to hold high positions in their next life. Another example is the Plague Envoy of the Plague Department, who abused his power to deliberately spread plagues in areas with few worshippers, forcing people to make extravagant offerings.
There are also the Land God, the Soul Collector, and especially the Reincarnation Division of the Tenth Court, which is a lucrative position with plenty of kickbacks. They have bribed almost everyone at the top and bottom, and they use dreams to promise the dying a better life in exchange for generous rewards.
To all this, Zhou Sheng had only one word—"Execute!"
He practically transformed into an executioner, relentlessly beheading people with the dog-head guillotine, tiger-head guillotine, and dragon-head guillotine. As the pile of heads fell to the ground, the blood of the gods almost stained the entire hall red.
Under the three guillotines, even ghosts and gods are as insignificant as grass.
Some ghosts and gods tried to resist to the death, but even the dignified judge could not escape the dragon head guillotine, so how could they resist?
Those who truly possessed divine power to resist, such as Yin Changsheng, Wang Fangping, Wei Pan, and Meng Po, were all summoned away by Yama in advance, leaving the underworld in an unprecedentedly empty state.
As one deity after another fell, the entire underworld underwent a dramatic change. Blood rain began to fall continuously from the gloomy sky, as if mourning the fall of the gods.
Zhou Sheng remained calm and unmoved. As these deities fell, the crescent moon between his brows shone even brighter, as radiant as the sun.
The ghosts and spirits who were lucky enough to survive were all terrified, and they didn't even have the courage to look at the god of death.
Whether it was a misperception or not, they vaguely felt an overwhelming sense of awe, as if the figure on the throne was becoming more and more majestic and unfathomable, even... as high as the heavens.
Finally, after killing almost half of the ghosts and gods, the crescent moon between Zhou Sheng's eyebrows seemed to break through some kind of limit. He seemed to hear a thunderclap in his ears, and then his eyes lit up as he finally sensed something.
The goal is not beheading, but seizing power.
With each underworld deity he kills, he gains control over their authority. Only when this authority exceeds a certain level will he have the opportunity to achieve his true purpose.
That is, to find the contract that Emperor Huaguang signed with the underworld back then and destroy it.
One of the important reasons why my master failed back then was that he didn't kill enough people or wasn't ruthless enough.
The contract was not hidden in any department of the underworld, but rather concealed within the Heavenly Dao rules of the netherworld. Only those with extremely high cultivation and authority could make it manifest.
This is why he dared to sing "Exploring the Underworld Mountain." Luo Shu had already told him the most crucial secret, and everything he did after going down to the underworld was for this moment.
Zhou Sheng slammed the gavel again, his eyes gleaming, the crescent moon between his brows shining brightly. Then, in the eternally dark sky of the underworld, where the sun, moon, and stars were nowhere to be seen, a bright, clear moon suddenly appeared.
The moonlight shone through, revealing a "heavenly book".
That is the embodiment of the Heavenly Way in the underworld, recording the rules of the underworld that have evolved from ancient times to the present, such as the use of the Ten Courts. The soul is initially judged as good or evil in the First Court, wrongful convictions are tried in the Fifth Court, and reincarnation occurs in the Tenth Court.
Rewarding good and punishing evil, the cycle of reincarnation, cause and effect, merit and blessings...
The manifestation of this book means that Zhou Sheng can now change the rules of the underworld. Of course, the more ancient the underworld rules are, the greater the price must be paid to change them. Even the emperor of the underworld cannot act arbitrarily.
Otherwise, Yama would have already changed all the rules of the underworld, leaving no room for the King of Hell and others to survive.
Zhou Sheng's gaze swept over the dense golden characters, a slight anxiety creeping into his heart.
where is it?
Faster, even faster!
Master's side is probably not going to be able to hold on!
...(End of this chapter)