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The skies suddenly changed as wind and clouds swirled, a dazzling axe cleaved through the boundless heavens, severing space itself, with the giant axe unmatched in this world, unstoppable by all beings!
"Boom!"
A terrifying axe light struck Taoshan, causing a violent roar.
Suddenly, sword-like beams of light emitted from Taoshan, the fierce clashes completely activating the mountain’s protections.
A wave of pink Divine Light fell from the summit of Taoshan, enveloping the entire mountain.
The Divine Light transford into countless peach trees, which grew and blossod, covering the mountain in splendid, enchanting peach blossoms.
"What?" Yang Jian’s face looked awful, having noticed the traces of the Power of Laws emanating from Taoshan earlier. However, he had never expected that the prohibition ford by the Power of Laws would be so formidable. His full-force axe strike had only managed to activate the prohibition, and failed to break even a single stone of Taoshan.
In the distance, Yang Tianyou and his two sons also watched the changes on Taoshan with tense expressions, their eyes filled with disbelief.
"Da Lang, what is this?" Yang Tianyou asked, pointing at the delicate peach blossoms and turning to Yang Jiao.
Yang Jiao pondered for a mont before saying, "I’ve heard Master ntion that there are three types of forces between Heaven and Earth: Spiritual Energy, Laws, and Rules. Those in realms below Golden Immortal cultivate purely True Yuan and Spiritual Energy. From Taiyi to sub-saint, one cultivates the Power of Laws. Rules, however, require the strength of a Saint or higher to access. Since this Taoshan is manifested from the Heavenly Rules of Heavenly Court, these peach trees must be the Power of Laws!"
"Then, how can we destroy it?" Yang Tianyou’s face was full of impatience.
Yang Jiao shook his head, "There are only two ways: one is for Hao Tian himself to lift these prohibitions, and the other is to break them with force!"
"Detestable Hao Tian!" Yang Chan stamped her foot, her pretty face flushed with anger.
Thinking of the sa solutions as Yang Jiao, an unwilling Yang Jian once again raised the Sky-Opening Divine Axe and struck down.
"Swoosh!"
Another bright flash of axe light ca down; this ti it was more terrifying, completely shattering the space within ten miles, with a constant whistling sound, even stirring up traces of rit Qi.
"Boom!"
A powerful thud sounded again, and pink Divine Light rose once more. The peach trees ford by the prohibitions suddenly dropped their blossoms to the ground, emitting a hazy pink mist, which covered the area within five miles.
With his previous effort exhausted and no strength to follow, Yang Jian was just enveloped by the mist, feeling the world spinning around him. When he opened his eyes again, even though he was prepared, his face inevitably changed dramatically.
It’s hard to describe the scene before his eyes, it was utterly inconceivable!
The space was pitch black and sinister, with cold wind constantly howling by his ears, and a dark void hung with a crimson moon.
Yang Jian looked back and scanned the space behind him, only to find that there was only a swirling portal behind, and through this over three ters tall arch, he could vaguely see a giant cliff in the distance.
"Is this an Illusion Array or a Teleportation Array?" A wave of confusion rose in Yang Jian’s heart, and he soon realized that he seed unable to control himself well here. His body involuntarily moved forward, as if a mysterious force was pulling him along.
"Clang, clang, clang..."
Suddenly, a sound of tal friction ca from the haze-covered front.
Monts later, a group of soldiers clad in black armor approached. Their forms were ethereal, tightly clad in black armor, each with an exceptionally pale complexion, resembling blood-drained mummies.
In their hands were either Iron Spears or mourning sticks, exuding a suffocating yin energy, filled with a deadly aura. There seed to be no sign of life on them, like cold lifeless puppets.
"Ghost soldiers passing by?" An eerie thought flashed through his mind unexpectedly.
"Take him away!" The leading ghost soldier stared at Yang Jian rigidly, waving his hand to press Yang Jian to move north.
"Who are you people, and where are you taking ?" Yang Jian suddenly struggled free, only to find that his two hundred years of cultivated True Yuan had vanished.
"You’ll know when you get there!" The leading ghost soldier turned his head to glance at him, saying coldly.
"Damn it!" Yang Jian clenched his teeth in hatred but had no choice but to continue forward resolutely.
Day after day, year after year, Yang Jian had completely forgotten how long he had been walking! At this mont, all he could do was keep walking.
One day, with his mind completely numb, Yang Jian, as usual, was escorted forward by the ghost soldiers. Suddenly, a series of heart-rending screams erupted ahead, and Yang Jian’s spirit imdiately lifted, murmuring to himself: "Have we arrived?"
He hurriedly looked up, only to see a ghostly pale fire not far ahead, illuminating a giant archway in the southwest direction. On both sides of the archway was a couplet that read: "The Infinite Hell Gate shall eventually be opened, do not tread the Eternal Reincarnation in despair!"
And above the archway were four talismans resembling ghostly symbols: "Hell is Endless!"
"Holy shit, the Eighteen Layers of Hell! This is the Nine Netherworld!" Now Yang Jian was unsettled.
He had honed his Taoist Immortal Technique for two hundred years just to save his mother, but not only did he fail to save her, he was also inexplicably brought to the Nine Netherworld. And it seed that they were going to lock him up in the Eighteen Layers of Hell. What the hell was this situation?
"You, go in!" The ghost soldier stared at him coldly, with no trace of emotion in his eyes.
Yang Jian looked around and found nothing but emptiness on all sides, with only the archway on the southwest side seemingly passable. Gritting his teeth, Yang Jian finally stepped in.
Just as he entered through the archway, four blood-red Tao Runes "Tongue-pulling Hell" flashed before Yang Jian’s eyes, then he felt a void under his feet, and his body began to descend rapidly, wind whooshing by his ears, the below blurry.
"Damn!" Yang Jian thought to himself that sothing was wrong, but he couldn’t control his falling body, and could only let himself fall.
At the sa ti, in the back hall of Lingxiao Palace, Pingyu Jia Yitian.
Li Qingming, lounging lazily on a long chair, stared playfully at Hao Tian.
Touching his face, Hao Tian asked in confusion, "Daoist brother, why are you looking at like that?"
Li Qingming laughed heartily and said, "I was wondering if you would feel heartbroken!"
"Heartbroken?" Hao Tian was startled, then laughed: "Hahaha, Daoist brother, you underestimate . Although Yang Jian is my nephew, he is indeed naive. Without undergoing trials, he cannot beco capable. If he can’t even pass through the Eighteen Layers of Hell, it’s better that Yang Jian remain an ordinary person for this life, at least he could live happily."
Li Qingming nodded and said, "It’s best that you think this way. Although this Trapped Immortal Refining Heart Array isn’t as great as those ancient formations, it has a remarkable effect in tempering one’s will! If one does not beco mad, one cannot survive!" (To be continued. If you like this work, please go to Qidian (qidian) to vote and support with a monthly ticket, your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users please visit m.qidian to read.)
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