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Chapter 1244
chapter 0524 part 1
Chapter 510: The Fifth Hundred and Eighth Taishan Fujun
In a Space Below Mount Tai, enveloped in black mist, a vast Ancient Hell slowly floated within the black mist.
This was the most ancient Hell in the World, and the ones imprisoned within this Hell were not mortals, but Gods who had passed away.
There comes a time when human life ends, and even Planets and Universes have moments when they step towards destruction. Gods are naturally no exception.
After these Gods died, their souls would be guided into this ancient Hell. This was the God Prison, and the Master of this God Prison was Taishan Fujun, a God even more ancient than the Queen Mother of the West.
At the entrance of this ancient Hell, a large tree stood towering into the Cloud Layer, its branches extending three thousand li, its crown submerged within the Cloud Layer formed by the black mist. Its trunk was entirely emerald green, faintly marked with countless blood-colored energy channels. Among the branches of this tree, the woods were lush, and countless peach blossoms the size of washbasins bloomed within the green shade.
It was hard to imagine such a peach tree in this kind of Underworld Administration place. However, this peach tree was clearly no ordinary thing. The surrounding black mist was constantly devoured by the peach tree, and the peach blossoms among its branches emitted streaks of pink radiance. These red light pushed back the rolling black mist and also illuminated the Ghost Gate not far away! Among the branches of the peach tree, two figures stood at the end of a branch. Both were enveloped in a ball of golden mist, from which emanated myriad radiance, concealing their figures.
Whenever a Yin Wind blew through the peach tree, causing the peach tree woods' leaves to rustle and tremble, the two would fix their gaze intently on the Ghost Gate.
The place where the Ghost Gate was located was a patch of black mist, sometimes gathering, sometimes dispersing. When dispersed, it was a mass of hazy black mist; when gathered, it faintly formed a portal several thousand meters high.
The entirely profound black Portal was carved from an unknown material. The left and right Gates were respectively carved with two lifelike door gods. One held a rope lasso, and the other held a peach branch. Upon closer inspection, they were precisely the two figures standing on the peach tree branch.
The two were Shen Tu and Yu Lei, each considered a God, responsible for guarding this ancient God Prison. Their names were famous even in the Mortal Realm. One was named Shen Tu, and the other was Yu Lei. Both were two divine beings from ancient legend capable of subduing evil ghosts, and later generations regarded them as door gods!
Legend has it that in ancient times, Shen Tu and Yu Lei were a pair of brothers. Both brothers were skilled at catching ghosts. If evil ghosts came out to harass the common people, Shen Tu and Yu Lei would capture them and tie them up to feed the tiger.
Later, people drew images of Shen Tu, Yu Lei, and tigers on their doors to ward off evil, which also had the effect of driving away ghosts and avoiding evil, and this was passed down through later generations.
The one on the left Gate was called Shen Tu, and the one on the right Gate was called Yu Lei. The common people called them door gods, and they were also the most ancient door gods in the World.
Seeing the Ghost Gate taking shape, on the peach tree, the Shen Tu and Yu Lei brothers both frowned.
"Those evil ghosts are causing trouble again. They come out and make a fuss every once in a while. If they aren't tired of it, I am!"
Yu Lei, holding the peach branch, looked at the several masses of black mist forming inside the Ghost Gate and said impatiently.
Accompanied by piercing screams and roars, nearly a hundred masses of black energy crashed and bombarded the Ghost Gate from within. The commotion was so great that it caused the Underworld black mist within a thousand li radius to tremble. Even the treetop where Shen Tu and Yu Lei stood felt a clear vibration, the momentum was terrifying! However, Shen Tu and Yu Lei were clearly accustomed to this scene. Shen Tu commented indifferently, "These evil ghosts were Gods who were worshipped by tens of thousands of people in their previous lives. Having always been high and mighty, how could they endure the bitter and suffering days of Hell? Every single one dreams of returning to reality, not knowing that there is no longer any position for them in the Current World. Why bother coming here!"
"But why is the Ghost Gate forming so early this time! According to calculations, it should be another three hundred years before the Ghost Gate opens!"
At this time, nearly a hundred masses of black energy jointly attacked the Ghost Gate continuously. Although they caused the Ghost Gate to shake non-stop, the Ghost Gate still stood firm! It seemed that the attacks of these black energy were nothing but a joke in front of the Ghost Gate. After a chaotic barrage, these nearly a hundred masses of black energy let out a frantic, hysterical stream of curses at the Ghost Gate, and then, as if by prior agreement, they simultaneously revealed their figures.
These figures were dressed in ancient Qin and Han clothing, or old Tang and Song dynasty attire, and some were even wrapped in beast hide. Among them were men and women, old and young, tall and short, fat and thin. There was every kind of appearance among these people.
But no matter what their outward appearance was, a frantic aura of hysteria constantly flowed from their eyes, and their scarlet eyes were filled with undisguised negative emotions.
A Middle-aged Man, tall and wearing Qin armor, frowned as he looked at the Ghost Gate before him. This Middle-aged Man was nine chi tall, with handsome features, and the outline of his face was like it had been carved by a knife and axe, showing a resolute personality. Most importantly, his eyes did not contain the madness seen in the eyes of others.
He stared intently at the Ghost Gate, a sharp glint flashing in his eyes: "This Ghost Gate seems to be suppressed by something. To destroy it, its foundation must be destroyed!"
A Strong Man beside him snorted coldly: "It's that peach tree Outside. To destroy the Ghost Gate, you must first cut down that damned bird tree! It's a pity that damned peach tree is Outside, otherwise, I would have burned it down long ago!"
"Peach Tree! When I was escorted here, I did see that giant tree extending a thousand li. It won't be easy to destroy it!" The Middle-aged Man pondered for a moment and shook his head.
"Of course, it's not easy. That bird peach tree grows Outside the Ghost Gate. To cut it down, you must first break out of this Ghost Gate, but to break this Gate! You must cut down this peach tree!"
The Strong Man became more and more agitated as he spoke. His eyes, which had been somewhat clear, became frantic: "Shen Tu, Yu Lei, you two watchdogs, get out here!"
His words seemed to trigger a chain reaction. The group of people around him began to target Shen Tu and Yu Lei, their mouths filled with insults towards the two.
The Middle-aged Man, however, had no intention of joining them. He glanced at the Strong Man who had just spoken to him, a God from the Land of San Miao during the later Han Dynasty. It seemed that because a Taoist Priest named Zhang Daoling cut down mountains and destroyed Ruined Temples, this God lost his incense offerings / faith power, and after death, his soul was captured and brought to the God Prison.
And most of the people here, or rather, most are malevolent spirits after the death of Gods. Conversely, Ordinary People like him who were imprisoned after death were a minority.
"Can this Hell only be entered and not exited? What if the administrators of this Hell want to go out?"
Chapter 510: The Fifth Hundred and Eighth Taishan Fujun
In a Space Below Mount Tai, enveloped in black mist, a vast Ancient Hell slowly floated within the black mist.
This was the most ancient Hell in the World, and the ones imprisoned within this Hell were not mortals, but Gods who had passed away.
There comes a time when human life ends, and even Planets and Universes have moments when they step towards destruction. Gods are naturally no exception.
After these Gods died, their souls would be guided into this ancient Hell. This was the God Prison, and the Master of this God Prison was Taishan Fujun, a God even more ancient than the Queen Mother of the West.
At the entrance of this ancient Hell, a large tree stood towering into the Cloud Layer, its branches extending three thousand li, its crown submerged within the Cloud Layer formed by the black mist. Its trunk was entirely emerald green, faintly marked with countless blood-colored energy channels. Among the branches of this tree, the woods were lush, and countless peach blossoms the size of washbasins bloomed within the green shade.
It was hard to imagine such a peach tree in this kind of Underworld Administration place. However, this peach tree was clearly no ordinary thing. The surrounding black mist was constantly devoured by the peach tree, and the peach blossoms among its branches emitted streaks of pink radiance. These red light pushed back the rolling black mist and also illuminated the Ghost Gate not far away! Among the branches of the peach tree, two figures stood at the end of a branch. Both were enveloped in a ball of golden mist, from which emanated myriad radiance, concealing their figures.
Whenever a Yin Wind blew through the peach tree, causing the peach tree woods' leaves to rustle and tremble, the two would fix their gaze intently on the Ghost Gate.
The place where the Ghost Gate was located was a patch of black mist, sometimes gathering, sometimes dispersing. When dispersed, it was a mass of hazy black mist; when gathered, it faintly formed a portal several thousand meters high.
The entirely profound black Portal was carved from an unknown material. The left and right Gates were respectively carved with two lifelike door gods. One held a rope lasso, and the other held a peach branch. Upon closer inspection, they were precisely the two figures standing on the peach tree branch.
The two were Shen Tu and Yu Lei, each considered a God, responsible for guarding this ancient God Prison. Their names were famous even in the Mortal Realm. One was named Shen Tu, and the other was Yu Lei. Both were two divine beings from ancient legend capable of subduing evil ghosts, and later generations regarded them as door gods!
Legend has it that in ancient times, Shen Tu and Yu Lei were a pair of brothers. Both brothers were skilled at catching ghosts. If evil ghosts came out to harass the common people, Shen Tu and Yu Lei would capture them and tie them up to feed the tiger.
Later, people drew images of Shen Tu, Yu Lei, and tigers on their doors to ward off evil, which also had the effect of driving away ghosts and avoiding evil, and this was passed down through later generations.
The one on the left Gate was called Shen Tu, and the one on the right Gate was called Yu Lei. The common people called them door gods, and they were also the most ancient door gods in the World.
Seeing the Ghost Gate taking shape, on the peach tree, the Shen Tu and Yu Lei brothers both frowned.
"Those evil ghosts are causing trouble again. They come out and make a fuss every once in a while. If they aren't tired of it, I am!"
Yu Lei, holding the peach branch, looked at the several masses of black mist forming inside the Ghost Gate and said impatiently.
Accompanied by piercing screams and roars, nearly a hundred masses of black energy crashed and bombarded the Ghost Gate from within. The commotion was so great that it caused the Underworld black mist within a thousand li radius to tremble. Even the treetop where Shen Tu and Yu Lei stood felt a clear vibration, the momentum was terrifying! However, Shen Tu and Yu Lei were clearly accustomed to this scene. Shen Tu commented indifferently, "These evil ghosts were Gods who were worshipped by tens of thousands of people in their previous lives. Having always been high and mighty, how could they endure the bitter and suffering days of Hell? Every single one dreams of returning to reality, not knowing that there is no longer any position for them in the Current World. Why bother coming here!"
"But why is the Ghost Gate forming so early this time! According to calculations, it should be another three hundred years before the Ghost Gate opens!"
At this time, nearly a hundred masses of black energy jointly attacked the Ghost Gate continuously. Although they caused the Ghost Gate to shake non-stop, the Ghost Gate still stood firm! It seemed that the attacks of these black energy were nothing but a joke in front of the Ghost Gate. After a chaotic barrage, these nearly a hundred masses of black energy let out a frantic, hysterical stream of curses at the Ghost Gate, and then, as if by prior agreement, they simultaneously revealed their figures.
These figures were dressed in ancient Qin and Han clothing, or old Tang and Song dynasty attire, and some were even wrapped in beast hide. Among them were men and women, old and young, tall and short, fat and thin. There was every kind of appearance among these people.
But no matter what their outward appearance was, a frantic aura of hysteria constantly flowed from their eyes, and their scarlet eyes were filled with undisguised negative emotions.
A Middle-aged Man, tall and wearing Qin armor, frowned as he looked at the Ghost Gate before him. This Middle-aged Man was nine chi tall, with handsome features, and the outline of his face was like it had been carved by a knife and axe, showing a resolute personality. Most importantly, his eyes did not contain the madness seen in the eyes of others.
He stared intently at the Ghost Gate, a sharp glint flashing in his eyes: "This Ghost Gate seems to be suppressed by something. To destroy it, its foundation must be destroyed!"
A Strong Man beside him snorted coldly: "It's that peach tree Outside. To destroy the Ghost Gate, you must first cut down that damned bird tree! It's a pity that damned peach tree is Outside, otherwise, I would have burned it down long ago!"
"Peach Tree! When I was escorted here, I did see that giant tree extending a thousand li. It won't be easy to destroy it!" The Middle-aged Man pondered for a moment and shook his head.
"Of course, it's not easy. That bird peach tree grows Outside the Ghost Gate. To cut it down, you must first break out of this Ghost Gate, but to break this Gate! You must cut down this peach tree!"
The Strong Man became more and more agitated as he spoke. His eyes, which had been somewhat clear, became frantic: "Shen Tu, Yu Lei, you two watchdogs, get out here!"
His words seemed to trigger a chain reaction. The group of people around him began to target Shen Tu and Yu Lei, their mouths filled with insults towards the two.
The Middle-aged Man, however, had no intention of joining them. He glanced at the Strong Man who had just spoken to him, a God from the Land of San Miao during the later Han Dynasty. It seemed that because a Taoist Priest named Zhang Daoling cut down mountains and destroyed Ruined Temples, this God lost his incense offerings / faith power, and after death, his soul was captured and brought to the God Prison.
And most of the people here, or rather, most are malevolent spirits after the death of Gods. Conversely, Ordinary People like him who were imprisoned after death were a minority.
"Can this Hell only be entered and not exited? What if the administrators of this Hell want to go out?"
