Only at the Mahayana Stage Does the Reversal System Appear - Chapter 645

Chapter 643 Going to Hell

“A Yin Immortal, a native of the Eight Desolations, used the power of merit to ascend to the late Earthly Immortal realm. He died at the age of 6,300, having been crushed to death by Jiang Li of Jiuzhou… He destroyed 432 worlds, directly killing 840 billion human beings and indirectly killing 213 trillion…”

More lives were lost indirectly at the hands of Yin Immortals than even a Supreme Immortal.

“A Yang Immortal…”

“Damn, a native of the Eight Desolations, the Lord of the Desolates, achieved peak tribulation-crossing cultivation, and died at the age of 4,120… He destroyed 392 worlds, directly killing 320 billion human beings and indirectly killing 681 trillion…”

“His crimes are so heinous that they have earned the wrath of both gods and mortals. He deserves indefinite torment in Hell, personally executed by Yama, the ruler of Hell!”

Yama was furious, his entire being radiating a deathly aura that froze even the very air.

He had served in this position for hundreds of thousands of years and witnessed countless heinous criminals. This Gan’s crimes were so brutal that even the demonic immortals would be ashamed!

“This was personally executed by Yama, the ruler of Hell. They were all demonic immortals and Golden Immortals. Gan, you’re the first one to receive such treatment during the Tribulation Crossing Period.”

The Gan Wasteland Lord shuddered, clearly sensing his own disparity. Just thinking about Yama personally executing him was terrifying!

“Kun, a native of the Eight Wasteland Worlds, Wasteland Lord, reached the peak of Tribulation Crossing cultivation, died at the age of four thousand and ten… destroyed three hundred and ninety-two worlds, directly killed thirty-one hundred and eighty billion human beings, and indirectly killed a total of six hundred and seventy trillion…”

“Xun…”

“Zhen…”

Every time Yama read a Wasteland Lord’s name, the Lord’s body would limp, his face pale and his body limp, like noodles. Two ghost messengers would then support him and drag him to Hell to suffer.

The Wasteland Lord would waile, declaring his guilt and willingness to pay for his actions, hoping Yama would show him leniency.

King Yama sneered, “You’re willing to pay the price, yet you still expect a lighter sentence? You haven’t even realized your mistake! You’re acting, deceiving me, and your crime is

even more severe!” Then, King Yama added another detail, making the wasteland lord endure even more torture.

Other wasteland lords claimed they were forced by other wasteland lords, saying they couldn’t fit in without doing so.

King Yama remained unmoved.

“Your Majesty, the trials of the eleven people from the Eight Wastelands have concluded,” King Yama reported respectfully.

The Empress Hou Tu simply stood up and invited, “Emperor Jiang Ren, will you accompany me to Hell?”

“Okay.”

Jiang Li wanted to see for himself the punishment these beasts would receive.

No, worse than beasts, they weren’t even qualified to be reincarnated in the animal realm.

The Eight Hot Hells.

Thirty-two black lines were drawn on the body of the Immortal Baoyi. Ghost officials used rusty, blunt saws to cut him apart bit by bit, fragmenting his soul into dozens of pieces. He was then thrown into a massive iron mortar, where the ghost officials ground him into mud, shattering his flesh and bones and causing a river of blood. Then, swept away by the winds of karma, he was reborn. In

Avici Hell,

Ganhuang Lord was tied to a scalding iron plate. Ghost officials used pliers to pluck out his fingernails and toenails one by one. The pain made Ganhuang Lord scream. The ghost officials seized the opportunity to pour molten iron into his body, causing his fingernails and toenails to grow back. The ghost officials continued to pluck them out one by one.

Kunhuang Lord lay on the wasteland, his soul festering. Vultures came to peck at his soul. Kunhuang Lord could clearly feel the vultures’ movements, but he could not move.

“The Eight Desolate World is truly a cancer on the entire universe.” Hou Tu Huang stared at the desolate lords and immortals undergoing trial, wishing to rip their souls to shreds.

But he couldn’t do that. That would be too easy for them. He decided to let them continue to suffer in hell.

“But there are more than just these few cultivators in the Eight Desolations who deserve to die.”

Hou Tu Huang just looked at Jiang Li and asked, “What does Emperor Jiang Ren think?”

“Those who invade other worlds and are still complacent and unrepentant should be killed. From what I’ve investigated, from the Eight Desolations cultivators in the fusion stage to low-level cultivators, there is a possibility that they participated in the invasion of other worlds and became butchers.”

Hou Tu Huang just glanced at Jiang Li in surprise: “I thought Emperor Jiang Ren was a gentle man who didn’t like killing and would let these people go.”

Jiang Li’s expression was calm: “I really don’t like killing. I won’t kill if I can, but these people deserve to die.”

“If you spare their lives, how can those worlds that have been invaded, destroyed, and killed agree?”

Hou Tu Huang just nodded: “I thought you and I would disagree on this matter, but I didn’t expect you and I to have roughly the same views.”

“I came to the underworld to borrow the forged Book of Life and Death. The Eight Desolations has too long a history and involves too many people. Ji Zhi’s double pupils can’t see it all.”

“Ji Zhi, I remember you’re a descendant of Ji Shun. The younger generation of the Ji family has also come to this day. I can naturally lend you the replica Book of Life and Death, but using it requires knowledge of the cycle of life and death. Does Emperor Jiang know it?”

Jiang Li said helplessly, “Please, Your Majesty, send another ghost messenger.”

“I knew you’d say that. The ghost messenger is already waiting for you at the exit of the underworld with the Book of Life and Death. I won’t see you off.” “

In that case, thank you, Your Majesty.”

…

At the exit of the underworld, Jiang Li’s eyes widened as he saw the familiar ghost messenger.

“Senior Lu?”

This was truly a pleasant surprise.

Elder Emperor Lu Yu’s emotions wavered upon seeing Jiang Li, but he had to maintain his dignity in front of Jiang Li, so he maintained his composure and nodded slightly. “Prince Qin Guang told me he had a business trip for me, and I reluctantly agreed.”

Prince Qin Guang, standing nearby, heard this and remembered the previous Human Emperors nearly punching their brains out when they asked who was willing to go on a business trip to Jiuzhou.

In the end, Old Emperor Lu Yu triumphed. He was instructed by the previous Human Emperors to see the Nine Provinces for himself and return to explain the situation.

Jiang Li hurriedly brought the Old Emperor back to the Nine Provinces.

Upon seeing Jiang Li’s return, everyone inquired about whether the people of the Eight Desolations had been judged, and what would happen to the remaining people.

No one could see the Old Emperor, not even Commander Liu, who had already attained immortality.

Living people cannot see the ghost messengers of the underworld. The people in the zombie world before could see the Black and White Impermanence because they were listed as dead in the Book of Life and Death of the Underworld.

As for Jiang Li, common sense cannot be used to judge him.

The disappointment was obvious in Jiang Li’s eyes, and the Old Man Emperor had expected this.

He patted Jiang Li’s shoulder and said with a smile: “You are already very satisfied to be able to go back to Jiuzhou to take a look. If you ask for more, it will become greed. Don’t I always tell you that people should be content with what they have.”

Seeing Jiang Li’s expression, everyone thought that something had gone wrong in going to the underworld.

Jiang Li smiled and shook his head, explaining: “I have borrowed the Book of Life and Death from the underworld, and also asked for help, but you can’t see him.”

“I see, I thought it was something else.” Bai Hongtu laughed and bowed to the seat next to Jiang Li, “Brother Ghost Messenger, thank you for your hard work.”

(End of this chapter)