As the pressure increased, the darkness deepened. It was so dark that one could not even see one's fingers. Even in one's imagination, there was no light.
In this darkness, Ye Tianze felt his thoughts become heavier and heavier, as if he had sunk into a quagmire. He could no longer imagine anything, and his eyelids were as heavy as mountains. At every moment, he wanted to close his eyes and never wake up again.
"This is … my illusion … But … when … did … I … enter … my … illusion." The voice in his mind became slower and slower.
This was a result of his thoughts slowing down. He knew that once he closed his eyes like he was tired and sleepy, he might never wake up again.
He would be buried in his own illusion, the eighteenth level of Hell, never to wake up again.
Ye Tianze never expected Daoist Illusion Fiend to know such a terrifying illusion technique. It was called Hell's Illusion!
Deep in everyone's consciousness was Hell. And this Hell had eighteen levels. Every time one entered a level, they would forget a part of their worldly memories.
When a person entered the eighteenth level of Hell, they would be completely buried. It was something even more terrifying than death.
This was because death meant the end of life. Perhaps there was a chance for reincarnation, but being buried in one's own eighteenth level of Hell was never the end.
In the endless darkness, one would forget who they were. They would not be able to imagine who they were, but they would endlessly ask themselves who they were!
Ye Tianze knew that this heavy darkness was a sign that he was sinking deeper. If he were to fall deep into the eighteenth level of Hell, even if he was Human Emperor in his previous life, he would not be able to avoid the fate of sinking into oblivion.
"I … was … too careless … underestimated … Daoist Illusion … If … I don't know … when … I entered the illusion … I will … be buried … here forever!" Ye Tianze thought.
His thoughts were intermittent and could not be connected. However, this was already the fastest thinking at this level. If it were an ordinary person, they would have sunk into oblivion before reaching the eighteenth level. They would ask themselves, "Who am I?" for a hundred years.
"Quick, quickly bury him. He can think."
A few hurried voices came from outside, as though they were afraid that Ye Tianze would crawl out of the coffin.
But Ye Tianze knew that these people didn't really exist. They were just shadows that appeared when one was afraid.
As time passed, this shadow would grow bigger and bigger. For ordinary people, they would think that this was real and that someone was really burying them.
Ye Tianze's willpower was far superior to that of an ordinary person. Naturally, he could distinguish between what was real and what was real. In this illusion, other than his consciousness, everything else was fake.
But just like the famous saying of the Dao of Illusion: Truth is false, false is true, false is true, true is false.
When one was not affected by the illusion, all illusions were fake. However, once one entered deep into the illusion and was affected by the illusion, the fake would become real.
In order to break the Hell Fantasy, he had to find out when he entered the illusion. It could be an image, a sound, or an insignificant detail.
With such slow thinking, it was naturally very difficult to find this fixed point of origin when trying to discern everything that had just happened.
"This won't do … If this goes on … I'm afraid … before I find … the origin of the illusion … I'll be in … the … eighteenth … level of hell …" Ye Tianze knew that he didn't have enough time.
However, being in the Hell Fantasy, he could only keep falling until the darkness pressed down on him until he couldn't breathe and his thoughts stopped.
When that happened, he might spend a year, ten years, a hundred years, or even ten thousand years thinking, "Who … am … I … am!"
"Perhaps … thinking … is … a waste … of time … Perhaps … the eighteenth level of hell … isn't … as … terrifying … as … imagined …"
Ye Tianze suddenly understood. Looking at the darkness, he had a hint of understanding. "I … was in hell … so how could … the eighteenth level of hell!"
He had this hint of understanding because he thought of a saying, "If I don't enter hell, who will?"
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The person who told him this was called Earth Burial. He was a monk.
When he met Earth Burial, he was at the peak of his power. He was leading the human army to Mount Buzhou to fight the four races.
Di Zang was alone, blocking him and his warriors. He was so thin and weak, as if a gust of wind would blow him over.
Ye Tianze was sure that any of his warriors could easily cut off his head.
However, Ye Tianze didn't see the slightest fear in Earth Burial's eyes. That was the first time he saw someone without fear.
He asked Earth Burial why he stopped him.
Earth Burial said that he was going to hell!
Ye Tianze naturally didn't believe him. He had always wanted to establish the hegemony of the human race. In front of him, there was already a smooth path.
At the peak of Mount Buzhou, he didn't just want to be the overlord of the human race. He wanted the four races to be wiped out and the human race to prosper forever!
At that moment, he was only one step away from Mount Buzhou!
Even the warriors under his command found Di Zang's words extremely laughable. That was because their courage could shake the rules of this world. They were the strongest warriors in the history of the human race!
Ye Tianze didn't kill him. Instead, he led the army to Mount Buzhou without hesitation and never looked back!
He vaguely heard Earth Burial, who didn't look back, say something behind him. "If I don't go to hell, who will?"
It wasn't until this moment that Ye Tianze realized that Earth Burial hadn't been answering him back then. He had just been speaking his mind.
This was going to hell!
If I don't go to hell, who will?
Earth Burial seemed to have known that he would be defeated and killed. He just hadn't been able to stop it. However, he would always remember those clear and fearless eyes.
When he said, "If I don't go to hell, who will?" Perhaps it was his pity, or perhaps it was his praise, but it was not important.
When Ye Tianze recalled those words, he suddenly didn't want to struggle his way out of hell.
This was because he was already in hell. How could there be an eighteenth level of hell?
Even if there was an eighteenth level of hell, he still wanted to see what the eighteenth level of hell was like. Would it really be able to bury him in hell forever?
Most importantly, he had a feeling that there was a great secret hidden in the eighteenth level of hell.
"I … entered the illusion … not because … of Daoist Illusion Demon, but because … of me … because this is my illusion … That woman in red … that paper figurine … that coffin … didn't appear out of thin air …"
Ye Tianze sank deeper and deeper into the darkness. This time, he didn't hesitate. His destination was the eighteenth level of hell.
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