In the quiet room.
Le Tian felt very troubled. Eldest Senior Brother had died in his place for no reason. How could he explain this? Could he tell others that Eldest Senior Brother courted death himself and was captured by Ox-head Ah Pang and brought to hell?
Others would definitely think that he had used some scheme to make Li Qingshan a scapegoat. He could not bear the crime of murdering Eldest Senior Brother. If Chao Tianjiao heard about this, how could he let him off!
Moreover, he had a feeling that if he told her everything, the strange behavior of Ox-head Ah Pang, the vortex of fate that he saw, and the terrifying tribulation of heaven and earth, the outcome would only be worse.
He was smart, but at this time, he was helpless and did not know what to do. He could only sit opposite Li Qingshan.
After an unknown period of time, he suddenly realized that the corners of Li Qingshan's mouth twitched. He frowned and revealed a pained expression. It was as if he had sunk into a nightmare and could not wake up. His body trembled slightly.
In the depths of hell, snow flew everywhere. The cold air was oppressive, bones were cold, and teeth could not help but chatter.
Countless tall icebergs connected to the ice sky. The sky was filled with frozen clouds, and everything was cold and white.
Everywhere was cold and white.
However, in the green and white glacier, there were countless red shadows that intertwined like corals. He blinked hard and brushed away the frost on his eyelids. He realized that they were frozen flames, balls of "dead fire".
The coldness deepened. His clothes had long been torn and peeled off, revealing his majestic chest. His skin was frozen and cracked. Blood had already solidified inside and did not flow out. It was like the dead fire in the glacier, but also like lotus flowers, red and enchanting.
This was the depths of hell. In the increasing pain, he gradually forgot to count how many layers there were, and only numb endurance was left.
The indigo ghost hid far away outside the glacier and sighed with some pity. "This is the end!"
This hell of eight cold and eight heat was the graveyard of countless evil spirits. When they were completely numb, they would be completely frozen and then stay here forever, until one day, they would be blown into ice by the cold wind. Or they would be burned to ashes by the wild fire.
He could not help but wish again. "Alright, let's stop here!"
This was hell. Giving up all hope, death was the best ending.
However, Li Qingshan was unwilling to give up hope. Unwilling to stop, he continued forward.
His bare feet stepped on the hard frozen ground, as if he was stepping on countless sharp blades. The red lotuses around him bloomed even bigger, and wisps of cold air penetrated into his body.
Instead, he felt much more clear-headed. He chose the furthest glacier and strode forward.
The chilly wind froze his eyes, turning them into two gray balls of ice. However, his footsteps did not have the slightest bit of hesitation. He had already clearly outlined the appearance of the ice mountain in his mind, and he continued forward until he ran between the glaciers.
Swallowing the cold wind all the way, eating ice and drinking snow, falling and climbing up
If he could see, he would find that the glacier was still out of reach, not even a step closer. Perhaps he didn't care. It looked like he just didn't want to stop.
An indescribable feeling welled up in the indigo ghost's heart as it asked, "Why bother?"
Li Qingshan's eardrums had long been frozen, so he couldn't hear anything. He didn't have to listen to the mournful sound of the wind, so he just waved his strong and powerful arms and strode forward with his long and strong legs.
Stepping over the hard frozen ground, he stepped onto a vast frozen lake. A gust of wind blew away the snow on the surface of the ice, and countless dead flames froze beneath his feet, dazzling like coral.
Suddenly. With a crack, the frozen lake split apart, forming a long valley of ice.
He couldn't hear or see, nor did he have any magic power. He fell into the ice valley defenselessly.
The frozen dead flames suddenly came to life, dancing wildly like fire snakes, warming his cold body. The temperature continued to rise, and he sweated until there was not a single drop of water on him. Then, he was burned to ashes inch by inch, and before he fell to the bottom of the valley, he was blown away by the hot wind.
The indigo ghost was looking into the distance, and he completely understood one thing. He hadn't been overwhelmed by the pain, and he wouldn't stop here.
Soon, he was reborn from the ashes, and trembled in the cold wind. His flesh bloomed with red lotuses again, and before his eyeballs froze, he took a deep look at the furthest glacier, and began a new round of running.
"Eldest Senior Brother, Eldest Senior Brother!"
Le Tian tried to wake Li Qingshan up. Not long after, Li Qingshan's eyelashes trembled slightly, and he slowly opened his eyes. As expected, he woke up. He looked at Le Tian, and his eyes were filled with smoke, as if a lifetime had passed. There was still the reflection of the glacier in his eyes, and his lips trembled as he asked, "How long has it been?"
"Three days."
"Only three days?"
Li Qingshan felt that many years had passed. He believed that this was not just an illusion caused by the pain, but the laws of hell at work.
Not only could he not stay out of it, but it also made this trip to hell even more difficult. Because the pain he experienced in an instant was the superposition of many days in hell.
Although he woke up, the nightmare continued: Ice and fire constantly intertwined, and the flesh that was frozen and cracked in the cold turned to ashes in the heat.
It kept going, and he suffered endlessly.
"Eldest Senior Brother, you …" Le Tian immediately understood. His yang spirit was still in hell, enduring all sorts of torture.
Li Qingshan pressed down on his knees and propped himself up with difficulty. He swatted away Le Tian's hand that wanted to support him and made his way out the door. When he pushed open the door, he turned around. "Don't tell anyone."
His gaze drifted about, and his voice was tired and weak. It was not threatening at all.
However, Le Tian felt a great pressure, as if he was facing fate itself. He lowered his head deeply. "Yes, Sir!"
The corner of Li Qingshan's lips twitched. He seemed to smile. "Thanks!" He vanished through the door.
"Phew!" Le Tian exhaled deeply and collapsed on the ground.
Li Qingshan staggered into the Dark Nether dwelling. With a great splash, he fell into the water heavily.
He used the Spirit Turtle Transformation and suppressed all of his feelings. Only then did he manage to recover a sliver of rationality. "No, I can't maintain this state for too long. I have to go to Ruin's End as soon as possible!"
His willpower far surpassed that of regular people, but it was not limitless. Once it exceeded the limits of what he could endure, he would go completely mad or even die.
Before that, he had to make a choice as soon as possible and completely sever the connection between his main body and his yang spirit, or he would definitely collapse.
There was an extremely great risk hidden within this. Once he lost control of his yang spirit, it was possible for it to completely split apart. It could even become an enemy of his main body in an attempt to replace him. That would be a terrifying opponent who grasped all of his secrets.
This was nothing new in the world of cultivation. As a result, many cultivators condensed a second or third soul nascence, followed by multiple yin and yang spirits. Although it could greatly increase their cultivation speed and make them invincible in battle, it had always been a taboo, something that the orthodox path of cultivation did not accept.
However, Li Qingshan was not worried. Instead, he felt like this was for the best. Ruin's End might be even more dangerous and unpredictable than the Naraka realm. If he failed, at least there would be a sliver of hope for him to continue forward.
As a result, he activated the formation he had prepared a long time ago. In that instant, deep blue light shone, and a whirlpool appeared on the surface of the water. It gradually expanded and deepened until it formed a black hole in the depths of the sea.
The water level rapidly plummeted, sucked into the hole. It had to be mentioned that the bottom of the dwelling was connected to the ocean. The water level was level with the ocean. The black hole sucked away who knew how many tons of water in a single moment.
This was All Water to Ruin's End!
Without any hesitation, he leapt into the huge whirlpool. Before he was swallowed up by the black hole, he and the yang spirit in the Hell of Oblivion chanted at the same time.
"Good luck!" (To be continued.)
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