"When will the Feast of a Thousand Ghosts begin?" Ye Xuan asked in a deep voice.
"Three years later, in my Fengdu City. At that time, not only will the Ghost Emperors of the Five Directions gather, but some Quasi-Saints will also be there if I'm not wrong," the Emperor of Feng Du said in a deep voice.
"Alright, I'll be back here in three years. This woman will follow you for the time being. When I return, I hope nothing bad will happen to her."
Ye Xuan gave Ye Yaoyue an obscure look. This also made Ye Yaoyue want to say something, but when she saw Ye Xuan slowly shaking his head, Ye Yaoyue swallowed her words.
"Where are you going, Fellow Daoist?"
Seeing that Ye Xuan had the intention to leave, the Emperor of Feng Du's expression changed slightly. He was deeply afraid that Ye Xuan would leave or join forces with others. If that happened, wouldn't his efforts be in vain?
"Don't worry, I'll be back in three years."
After Ye Xuan finished speaking, he strolled out of the hall. This also made the Emperor of Feng Du smile helplessly. Now that the initiative was in Ye Xuan's hands, he couldn't stop Ye Xuan and could only let him leave.
…
The void rippled. Ye Xuan strolled in the Underworld. With every step he took, he was thousands of miles away. No one could discover his existence at all.
After Ye Xuan left Fengdu City, he followed the River of Forgetfulness all the way to the west. The River of Forgetfulness was too vast and boundless because it ran from east to west. It could be said that it ran through the entire Underworld. It also faintly foretold the process of the dead souls from birth to death.
The Eighteen Levels of Hell!
It was a synonym for terror and gloom. It was extremely famous in the Heaven, Earth, and Man Realms because it suppressed fierce gods and malicious ghosts, as well as countless evil spirits and ghosts.
A vast Yin Gate stood in the middle of a wasteland. Eighteen paths of Yin light were connected to this gate. On the eighteen paths of Yin light, one could see the Black and White Impermanence waving their Mourning Soul Staffs as they escorted malicious ghosts into the gate.
The eighteen paths were connected to the eighteen levels of hell, and each path led to a different level of hell. These souls were all ghosts who had done evil things in their previous lives. Only after being tortured in the eighteen levels of hell could their resentment be erased, would they be able to step back into the six paths of reincarnation and be reincarnated.
Tongue Ripping Hell!
This was also the first layer of the eighteen layers of hell. Anyone who sowed discord, slandered others, had a glib tongue, argued with others with clever words, or lied to others, would be sent to the hell of having their tongues pulled out after death. The imp would pry open the mouth of the person who came, clamp the tongue with a pair of iron pliers, and pull it out. Not all at once, but rather long and slow … The cruelty of the punishment was indescribable.
The second layer was the Hell of Scissors, the third layer was the Hell of Trees of Iron, and the eighteenth layer was the Hell of Avici!
The eighteen levels of hell were notorious. Even if you were Daluo Jinxian, you would definitely not be able to withstand eighteen types of torture in the eighteen levels of hell.
In addition to the cruel torture in the eighteen levels of hell, there was also a Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva. In the past, he had made a great vow to Heaven and Earth that he would not become a Buddha until Hell was empty!
For countless years, Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva had used the supreme Dharma to purge the fierce gods and malicious ghosts in the eighteen levels of hell. However, his great vow to Heaven and Earth had never been fulfilled. He had always been a Bodhisattva, unable to become a Buddha.
However, Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva's cultivation was at the level of a Quasi-Sage. Furthermore, he was an existence at the peak of the Quasi-Sage level.
When Ye Xuan stood in front of the entrance to the eighteen levels of hell, he smiled and directly stepped into the first level of the hell of having his tongue pulled out. His entire person disappeared from the outside world.
The spirits of the dead mourned and the malicious ghosts howled miserably. The eighteen levels of hell were controlled by eighteen magistrates. Each magistrate was different from the magistrates of the Netherworld. This was because the magistrates in charge of the eighteen levels of hell were all at the Zenith Heaven Realm.
In the first level of the hell of having one's tongue pulled out, countless malicious ghosts were being tortured. Ferocious and terrifying little ghosts were performing the punishment of having their tongues pulled out on the malicious ghosts and departed souls. Miserable screams could be heard from the hell of having one's tongue pulled out.
Ye Xuan escaped into the void. He walked slowly and did not feel anything from the hell of having one's tongue pulled out. He directly walked towards the second level of hell. This was because he did not come to the eighteen levels of hell to sightsee.
The second level … the third level … the fourth level … all the way to the eighteenth level.
When Ye Xuan appeared in the eighteenth level of the hell of Avici, a Buddha's light quietly appeared in the distance. A white-robed monk sat cross-legged in the center of the hell of Avici. The sound of chanting could be heard from his mouth.
Rumble!
The Buddha's light was resplendent as the souls of the dead were purified. This white-robed monk was Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva. His mount was the spirit beast Diting. However, the man and beast did not notice Ye Xuan's arrival.
Although the eighteen levels of hell were said to be eighteen, there were actually only seventeen levels. At this moment, the hell of Avici that Ye Xuan was in could be said to be one of the forbidden grounds of the Netherworld. This place was also the only way to reach the Nether Blood Sea.
That's right!
Ye Xuan entered the eighteen levels of hell and headed towards the Nether Blood Sea. This was because the Primordial Violet Vapor was in the hands of the Nether River Patriarch. He was here to retrieve it.
"Amitabha!"
The heavens chanted as Buddha's light appeared. Ye Xuan was also wearing a white monk's robe. He put his palms together and walked towards Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva. This caused Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva's expression to change. He suddenly looked towards Ye Xuan.
"Disciple greets Uncle-Master Qing Ming. Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva put his palms together and bowed to Ye Xuan. His expression gradually calmed down as if Ye Xuan's arrival was within his expectations.
"You and I are both Buddhists. There's no need to care about these complicated formalities. Is the Nether River Patriarch still in the Nether Blood Sea?" Ye Xuan asked in a deep voice.
"Don't worry, Uncle-Master Qing Ming. Saint Zhunti has already sealed the Nether Blood Sea. The Nether River Patriarch will definitely not be able to escape. However, does Uncle-Master want to enter the Nether Blood Sea alone?" Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva frowned.
"I alone am enough. You just have to wait here."
Ye Xuan didn't speak too much with Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva. Instead, he directly walked forward with large strides. It was only because a Buddhist seal was sealing off a blood-colored door, and the sound of rolling waves could be heard from within. It was obvious that behind this door was the Nether Blood Sea, where Patriarch Nether River and his Asura Clan were.
Buzz!
Ye Xuan made a gesture with both hands and a Buddhist light shot into the door. The seal set by Zhunti instantly collapsed without a trace. At the same time, Ye Xuan also stepped into the blood-colored door.
As Ye Xuan entered the Nether Blood Sea, Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva frowned. He put his palms together and chanted a Buddhist name in a low voice, "Diting, can you tell what this person's background is?"
"Dharma Form of Ten Thousand Buddhas. I can't see his true appearance. This person's cultivation level is much higher than yours. Moreover, the Buddhist light around him is extremely pure. Although I can hear the truth of all things, this person is shrouded in mystery …" Diting shook its head and said.
"Amitabha!"
Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva chanted a Buddhist name in a low voice, his brows tightly knitted together.
"Saint Zhunti told me to wait here for his arrival. If he fights the Nether River Patriarch, he even told me to help him. This person is not simple." Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva sighed.
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