Su Zimo collapsed in the Emperor's Tomb and his last memory was of hearing a familiar voice.
However, he was unconscious at that time and could no longer distinguish it.
When he regained consciousness and woke up, he discovered that he was in a dark and sinister place surrounded by white fog.
This did not seem to be the Emperor's Tomb.
At that moment, Su Zimo recalled the voice in the Emperor's Tomb with a strange expression.
"How could it be him?"
Su Zimo was puzzled and could not figure it out.
Right then, he discovered that there were many people like him in the white fog. Their expressions were numb and their eyes were empty as they walked forward in a daze.
Among this group of people, there were men, women, young and old, as well as living beings of other races.
The strange thing was that there was no conflict even though so many living beings of different races were gathered together. Everyone seemed to have a tacit understanding to walk forward continuously.
Su Zimo suddenly realized that he was one of them!
He wanted to stop in his tracks but realized that his body was out of his control. It was as though he was being pulled by an unknown force and could only move forward.
"What's going on?"
Su Zimo was bewildered.
He took a few steps forward and arrived beside a middle-aged man, asking, "Fellow Daoist, where is this?"
The middle-aged man glanced at Su Zimo with a strange smile on his face. He did not say anything, as though he was bitter.
"Old man, where is this?"
Su Zimo arrived beside an old man and asked again.
The old man sighed and did not answer. He merely raised his trembling arm and pointed into the distance.
Following the old man's guidance, Su Zimo looked over and vaguely saw a gigantic city pass appearing between two mountains in the fog ahead.
There was a plaque hanging above the city pass. There seemed to be words on it, but they could not be seen clearly.
Right then, someone walked past Su Zimo and bumped into his shoulder.
However, he did not feel anything. It was as though his body was transparent and that person passed through him easily!
Su Zimo opened his mouth slightly, faintly realizing where he was.
Not long after, he followed the crowd and arrived at the foot of the city pass.
Su Zimo looked up.
On the signboard, there were seven large golden words — Secluded Underworld's Gates of Hell!
As expected!
Su Zimo sighed with a complicated expression.
Unexpectedly, he was unable to escape the calamity of the Patriarch of the Academy. His body and Dao were destroyed. His soul came to the legendary Nether World and witnessed the Gates of Hell!
The vast crowd was nothing more than souls that had come to the Underworld after the deaths of living beings.
It was the same for him.
These people entered the gates of hell one after another.
On both sides of the Gates of the Abyss, there were several small ghosts of the Underworld. They held pitch-black chains and long whips in their hands as they urged the crowd, "Hurry up, hurry up!"
"Once you enter the gates of hell, you will be separated by life and death!"
Another little imp from the underworld shouted.
In the end, there were still some people in the crowd who were unwilling to give up. When they arrived at the gates of hell, they stopped and looked back.
"What are you looking at!"
An impatient Underworld imp pulled out the iron whip in his hand and whipped that person fiercely!
"Ah!"
This person let out a blood-curdling scream. A clear imprint was clearly left on his soul, and his soul had also become much dimmer.
"Since you're already in the Underworld, don't even think about turning back."
An imp from the Underworld sneered. "If you have that thought, you might as well pray and enter the six paths of reincarnation later. If you're lucky, you'll find a good place to go."
This person was extremely stubborn. He stood with his head held high and still refused to enter the gates of hell.
In his previous life, he was also a famous expert and a famous figure. His body and Dao were destroyed and his soul escaped into the Underworld. Naturally, he was unwilling to be reduced to such a state.
He did not want to be bullied by some imps of the Underworld!
The cultivation of these imps of the Underworld was equivalent to an Earth Immortal or Heaven Immortal in a medium-class world.
However, no matter how strong they were in their previous life, their souls escaped into the Underworld and could not withstand the power of these imps of the Underworld.
"I think you're courting death!"
One of the imps of the Underworld sneered. He raised his long whip and lashed it fiercely at that person's body!
This kind of long whip was obviously made of special materials and could cause great damage to the soul.
After a few lashes, that person's soul was already extremely weak and dim. There was not much vitality left.
"Bah!"
That imp of the Underworld spat and cursed, "I've seen many people like you. No matter who you were in your previous life, you have to behave yourself in the Underworld!"
After pausing for a moment, this imp of the Underworld swept his gaze across the crowd and said, "You guys are the same. If you don't accept it, you'll end up like him!"
Originally, there were some people who had the same thoughts of resisting. At this moment, they no longer persisted and entered the gates of hell.
The King of Hell was easy to see, but the imps were difficult to deal with.
Su Zimo followed the crowd and also entered the gates of hell.
After entering, the imps of the Underworld who were guarding the gates of hell watched as the group of people went to the next location.
At the gates of hell, there was another group of imps of the Underworld who took their place.
Su Zimo followed the crowd and was not in a hurry.
Because just now, he had finally established a connection with Wu Dao's true body!
The two true bodies were constantly exchanging memories, quickly filling up this blank period of memory.
At the same time, he also knew that Wu Dao's true body was rushing over!
However, the space of the Underworld was complicated. If Wu Dao's true body wanted to teleport through space, it would take a little more time.
Su Zimo followed the crowd while looking around at his surroundings.
The surrounding area was still shrouded in layers of white fog.
The dirt road under their feet was slightly yellow and emitted a strange power.
An imp of the Underworld said, "Discipline, you know that the road under your feet is Acheron's road."
"In a while, all of you will have to wait for a bridge, which is the Bridge of Helplessness."
"Hehe, under the Bridge of Helplessness, Acheron, roll. Each of you will be baptized by Acheron on the Bridge of Helplessness. From then on, you will forget the memories of your previous life and become a blank."
"As for where you will end up, whether you will go to the Hell Path, the Hungry Ghost Path, or reincarnate as a human and become a demon, it will depend on your own fortune."
Not long after, everyone heard the roar of water. The air in front of them became moist.
Acheron of the Underworld was right in front of them!
Su Zimo's footsteps gradually slowed down.
He could enter the gates of hell.
However, he could not accept the baptism of Acheron's water!
Once he was baptized by Acheron, his memories would disappear. It was equivalent to erasing all traces of his life and truly dying!
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