The King of the North Ridge's palace was not as ancient and dazzling as the other Celestial Kingdoms in the Heaven Realm. Instead, it was filled with a sinister and terrifying aura.
Even the pool water surrounding the palace was blood-red and emitted a faint smell of blood. From time to time, large red fish with mouths full of sharp teeth would jump out of the water.
Wu Dao's main body was already used to all of this.
Under Tang Qing-er's lead, the few of them quickly arrived at the depths of the palace and saw the legendary King of the North Ridge!
The King of the North Ridge was sitting on a throne made of piles of white bones, surrounded by a pool of blood. At the foot of the throne, there were densely packed skulls.
This birthday banquet was called the 800,000th birthday of the King of the North Ridge.
Normally, the lifespan of a Grotto-Heaven Realm expert was about one million years.
The King of the North Ridge was now 800,000 years old and had already walked down the peak.
Even so, there was still no sign of aging on the King of the North Ridge.
Although his eyes were closed, the King of the North Ridge still exuded an unimaginable majesty as he sat on the white bone throne!
This was an aura that could only be born after being in a high position for a long time and stepping on a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood!
Wu Dao's main body's divine sense swept past the King of the North Ridge.
According to the Heaven Realm, the King of the North Ridge should be a peerless Immortal King at the peak of the Grotto-Heaven Realm!
It seemed that the saying that cultivation was difficult in the Cold Spring Prison was not groundless.
The strongest person who ruled the entire North Ridge and stood at the peak of the North Ridge was only a peerless Immortal King. He had not even cultivated his Grotto-Heaven to perfection.
Suddenly!
The King of the North Ridge opened his eyes.
In the dark palace, two balls of soul-stirring cold light seemed to burst out. A murderous and bloody aura instantly spread out.
Uncle Chen did not dare to look at him and quickly bowed.
The young master of the South Forest often followed the King of the South Forest and was already familiar with these peerless experts. However, he was still stunned by the King of the North Ridge's aura.
Only Wu Dao's main body was expressionless and calm.
"Father!"
Tang Qing-er smiled and shouted.
The King of the Northern Ridge's gaze paused slightly on Wu Dao's original body before he looked at Tang Qing 'er. His expression softened slightly as he smiled and nodded slightly. "Qing' er has returned."
"Yes."
Tang Qing 'er smiled. "Father, it's your 800,000th birthday. I prepared some gifts and rushed back to celebrate."
"Thank you, Qing 'er."
The Northridge King nodded.
Tang Qing-er added, "By the way, father, I also brought two friends back."
"Junior Shen Tuying pays his respects to the King of the Northern Ridge!"
The young master of the Southern Forest hurriedly went forward to greet him with a respectful expression.
"Shen Tuying."
The King of the Northern Ridge said, "The young master of the Southern Forest, right? How is your father?"
The young master of the Southern Cyanwood Forest hurriedly said, "My father is in good health. He just missed you and didn't have the chance to meet you."
The two exchanged some pleasantries.
The King of the Northern Ridge was distracted and did not make things difficult for him, as though he knew about the matter between Tang Qing-er and the young master of the Southern Forest.
To be precise, the King of the Northern Ridge's attention was not on the young master of the Southern Forest at all. He was still paying attention to Wu Dao's original body!
"There's also fellow Daoist Araki Takeshi."
Tang Qing-er recounted the process of how the two of them got to know each other and said, "Father, you won't be angry that I made the decision to resolve this matter using your name, right?"
"It's fine. So what if a Dark North General dies?"
The King of the Northern Ridge waved it off. "Even if you kill a few Hell Kings, what else can Corpse Mountain Ridge say?"
After pausing for a moment, the King of the Northern Ridge looked at Wu Dao's original body with a frightening glint in his eyes and a massive might shrouded down slowly!
As the King of the Northern Ridge, his eyesight was naturally far better than Tang Qing-er and the others.
Although he could not tell the depths of Wu Dao's original body, he could clearly sense that Wu Dao's original body was definitely not a Hell General!
"Are you truly from the Heaven world?"
The King of the Northern Ridge asked slowly.
"Yes."
In the face of the King of the Northern Ridge's might, Wu Dao's original body had a calm expression. "Furthermore, I want to ask you about how to return to the Heaven world."
"How dare you!"
Uncle Chen berated loudly. "How dare you speak to the King like that instead of bowing when you see him!"
Although Wu Dao's original body was standing below, he stood upright and had not bowed to the King of the Northern Ridge ever since he entered the bedroom.
His tone just now was as if he was talking to someone of the same generation and did not have the slightest bit of respect.
Even Tang Qing-er was worried for Wu Dao's original body.
If her father really blamed her for this, she would definitely not be able to protect Wu Dao's original body.
Ignoring everything else, just the fact that Wu Dao's original body came from the Heaven world was enough for her father to kill him!
"Hahahaha!"
The King of the Northern Ridge suddenly laughed loudly. His laughter resounded throughout the palace, deafening and filled with a domineering aura!
The King of the Northern Ridge looked at Wu Dao's original body with a sinister smile and said slowly, "Since you've come to the Hell world, you can't go back!"
Wu Dao's original body frowned slightly.
Was he really going to be trapped in the Hell world?
What did the so-called Hell world, the Nine Hells, and the Emperor of Avici have to do with each other?
What was the purpose of the old monk pushing him down?
Was it just to trap him in the Hell world?
What was the relationship between the old monk and the Hell world?
There were too many questions lingering in his mind.
The King of the Northern Ridge slowly stood up and said, "Young man, you're quite bold. If it were any other time, you would already be a corpse under my feet!
However, you're a friend that Qing-er brought back. I'll spare you this time. "
"Thank you, Father!"
Tang Qing-er heaved a sigh of relief and hurriedly said. At the same time, she looked at Wu Dao's original body and kept winking at him to come forward and thank him.
Wu Dao's original body pretended not to see it.
He was considering whether he should go forward now and throw a punch over to have a deeper conversation with the King of the Northern Ridge.
However, seeing Tang Qing-er so protective, he couldn't directly make a move.
Moreover, the King of the Northern Ridge's birthday banquet was approaching. There was no need to rush.
It wouldn't be too late to find him after the banquet.
Moreover, at the King of the Northern Ridge's birthday banquet, many factions and powerhouses from all walks of life would gather. He would definitely be able to learn more information.
The King of the Northern Ridge glanced indifferently at Wu Dao's original body and said, "This king's birthday banquet is approaching and I'm in a good mood. I won't argue with you today.
However, let me remind you. This is not the Heaven world. Hell is thousands of times crueler, darker, and bloodier than the Heaven world! "
"The living environment of the Heaven world is like a peaceful paradise in the eyes of the creatures of Hell! In Hell, if you're not careful, even your bones will be eaten! "
After a pause, the King of the Northern Ridge grinned at Wu Dao's original body and said with a sinister smile, "Young man, welcome to Hell!"
At this moment, the King of the Northern Ridge still didn't realize what kind of change and impact this purple-robed cultivator with a silver mask in front of him would bring to Hell!
He couldn't imagine what kind of storm this mysterious young man would stir up in the Infernal Realm!
Hearing the King of the Northern Ridge's words, Wu Dao's original body also smiled. His fists gradually clenched as he muttered softly, "Hell … I, Araki Takeshi, am here!"
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