Only at the Mahayana Stage Does the Reversal System Appear - Chapter 517

Chapter 515: I am not talented enough to compete with Emperor Jiang

“What is the connection between Fairy Hongchen’s newly created soul and the Heavenly Dao?”

“I don’t know much about the mortal realm. Describe Fairy Hongchen’s current situation.” The Underworld never addresses matters of the mortal realm; most of their information comes from the mouths of the dead.

Only one person, aware of Fairy Hongchen’s resurrection, journeyed to the Underworld: Nun Xuan’ai, a traitor to the Pure Land of Red Dust.

Nun Xuan’ai kept Fairy Hongchen’s story secret.

Jiang Li described Fairy Hongchen’s situation in detail.

After folding up the banner, Prince Qin Guang said, “Thank goodness you didn’t spread the news of the Red Dust Fairy’s resurrection, otherwise there would have been chaos in Jiuzhou.” “

You don’t know, when the Red Dust Fairy died tens of thousands of years ago, many people came to the underworld after their death, asking where she was. They wanted to meet her and let go of their regrets. I heard this question five thousand times a day!”

“The real Red Dust Fairy returned to the Heavenly Dao after death and never came to the underworld.”

At this time, the female ghost messenger said, “According to the Human Emperor, the new Red Dust Fairy has no connection with the Heavenly Dao. Her body must have been nourished by spiritual energy for a long time, giving her spiritual intelligence.”

“That’s good.” Jiang Li breathed a sigh of relief. The female ghost messenger’s statement agreed with the Immortal Elder Changcun, so there shouldn’t be any problems.

Jiang Li chatted with the Human Emperor for a long time, then said goodbye.

On the way, the female ghost officer watched Jiang Li with interest. “I thought you’d ask for their resurrection.”

“Will the Underworld agree? Will only the Queen of the Underworld agree?”

The ghost officer shook her head. “It’s not a question of whether the Queen of the Underworld will agree. Even if she agrees, the rules of the cycle of life and death won’t agree.”

“The most important thing in this world is the word ‘rule’. The cycle of life and death is an unchangeable rule. If the Human Emperor forcibly resurrects people, it will only cause the balance between life and death to be unbalanced, and the rules of the cycle of life and death will collapse.”

“The rules of the cycle of life and death will collapse so easily?”

“…I think it’s probably not a matter of the rules collapsing easily.”

Jiang Li didn’t go to the Animal Realm, but went directly to Hell.

“Hell is divided into the Eight Cold Hells, the Eight Hot Hells, the Avici Hell, and the Solitary Hell. Each of these four hells has a Yama presiding over it.”

Jiang Li stood in a corner of the Eight Cold Hells, silently watching the Sumeru Buddha undergoing punishment.

The Sumeru Buddha, now an immortal soul, struggled there, standing upside down on the ice spikes. The barefoot Sumeru Buddha walked across the ice field, step by step, letting the ice spikes pierce his feet.

The cold wind whistled fiercely. The old Buddha, n*ked, was left to the howling wind. Here, he was no different from any mortal.

The icy wind covered his body with blisters, blisters upon blisters, leaving no intact part of his body.

The old Buddha sobbed, weeping not for himself, but for causing his master to be reincarnated as an animal.

Perhaps at this very moment, his master was being slaughtered to satisfy the appetites of living creatures.

Tears turned into ice crystals, returning to the old Buddha’s eyes, blinding him.

The old Buddha’s eyes recovered, and he wept again.

As the old Buddha walked further and further, his immortal soul grew stiff, eventually freezing into a block of ice. The ice suddenly cracked, and the old Buddha fell off a cliff, shattered into pieces.

Although frozen, the old Buddha still felt consciousness, which was equivalent to killing him directly.

His immortal soul automatically clung together, returning to the ice field, and the old Buddha continued walking.

Jiang Li sighed softly, making no effort to speak to the old Buddha.

Jiang Li wandered through Hell, watching the suffering of the living beings there, overwhelmed with emotion. The female ghost officer followed silently behind him, saying nothing.

Jiang Li also saw some souls, numb from their long stay in Hell, their movements stiff and unconscious. Ghost officers approached and gave these souls a specially prepared Meng Po soup, allowing them to forget their suffering and feel it again.

“If I had known this would happen, why did I do it in the first place?” the ghost officer lamented, feeling deeply moved.

If these souls had known they would be punished after death, they wouldn’t have done these things.

Jiang Li was curious: “Why not make the affairs of the Underworld public? That way, people would fear Hell and stop committing evil?”

“Human Emperor, if the Underworld’s affairs were revealed to the world, what difference would that make the Underworld ruling the living world?”

Jiang Li nodded, understanding the ghost officer’s point, and fell silent.

In the Eight Hot Hells, Jiang Li also encountered Tianzun, the only Tribulation-crossing cultivator from the Tonggu World who attempted to establish an immortal dynasty.

His crimes were even more serious than those of Mount Sumeru Buddha, and he endured a myriad of tortures.

Tianzun raged, roared, kowtowed, begged for mercy… but to no avail. He still had to wash away his karma in Hell.

It wasn’t just Tianzun; most of the cultivators in the Tonggu World were here.

Jiang Li walked for a while and suddenly asked, “I see that most of the souls in Hell are cultivators. Why is that?”

The female ghost pointed at the cultivators below, scorched by the flames and on the verge of collapse, and said, “Because cultivators are far more capable of committing evil than mortals.”

“The evil deeds of mortals only affect a few people, hardly enough to warrant suffering in the underworld. Reincarnation in the animal realm is enough to serve as punishment.” “

But cultivators are different. They wield the might of heaven and earth, possessing the power of life and death within themselves. They can take the lives of others at will. Often, the rise of a cultivator is accompanied by the deaths of countless others.”

“This is true in every world of immortal cultivation: the Immortal Realm, the Nine Provinces before. Human Emperor, do you understand how unique the Nine Provinces are now?”

Jiang Li arrived at the Solitary Hell.

As its name suggests, the Solitary Hell is devoid of anything: no sound, no object. As far as the eye can see, there’s only a vast expanse of white.

Many souls, unable to endure this loneliness, began tearing at their own souls. Unfortunately, this method was ineffective. In the Hell of Loneliness, souls felt nothing; they weren’t even qualified to experience pain.

In the Hell of Loneliness, Jiang Li encountered Jiang Yixing, who was tearing at his own soul.

Jiang Yixing also saw Jiang Li and was overjoyed, wanting Jiang Li to rescue him. He ran desperately, only to find the distance between them growing longer and longer, until Jiang Li disappeared from his sight.

Jiang Li shook his head: “Let’s go and take a look at the reincarnation area.”

The female ghost messenger was about to take Jiang Li away, but four Yamas blocked her way. Their faces were ferocious, and they were rubbing their fists, releasing the aura of a golden immortal.

“I heard that the Jiang Renhuang was extremely powerful. The Chujiang King didn’t even take a single move from you. We are not talented enough, and we want to challenge him.”

The female ghost messenger introduced Jiang Li dutifully: “These four are the Yamas in charge of the four hells. They are the Five Senses King, the Biancheng King, the Taishan King, and the Metropolis King…”

Jiang Li knocked down each one he introduced. After the female ghost messenger finished introducing one, the four Yamas happened to be lying on the ground, unable to get up.

What a coincidence.

“Fighting four is indeed more difficult than fighting one. I need to throw four punches.”

Jiang Li shook his hands, feeling that he had not yet stretched his muscles: “Now we can go to the reincarnation area.”

(End of this chapter)