"Father, don't!"
Hearing Emperor Dong Hua's words, Yuan Che's expression suddenly changed.
She knew how terrifying the 18 levels of hell were.
That was the heaviest punishment in Xian Ting.
In front of such a punishment, even death was a gift.
The 18 levels of hell were filled with endless sins and blood tribulations.
Each level was a great torture.
Ordinary people couldn't even withstand the first few levels.
Although in Yuan Che's eyes, Jun Xiaoyao's background was mysterious.
But it was impossible for him to survive in the 18 levels of hell.
"Heh … You reap what you sow."
Perfected Lord Hao Tian's face was cold.
In his eyes, Jun Xiaoyao was already a dead man.
"Father, if you want to send Yu Lang to the 18 levels of hell, then banish me too!"
Yuan Che lost her composure for the first time and roared.
She had always been an obedient girl who didn't make things difficult for her father.
However, Jun Xiaoyao was the first person to make her maiden heart move.
He was also the first man to leave a mark in her heart.
She couldn't accept such an outcome.
As for Jun Xiaoyao, he was very calm.
A hint of contemplation flashed through his eyes.
Then, he spoke.
"If I can let Princess Yuan Che have the freedom to choose her own marriage, then what's the harm in sending me to the 18 levels of hell?"
It had to be said that Jun Xiaoyao's flirting skills were really maxed out.
Yuan Che's heart was about to break when she heard this.
When Perfected Lord Hao Tian saw this scene, his expression was extremely cold.
Although he didn't awaken Di Haotian's own consciousness.
But he also sensed that this white-robed man seemed to want to leave a deep impression on Yuan Che.
Unknowingly, Yuan Che had fallen for him.
But to be honest, no woman would be able to resist Jun Xiaoyao's charm at this moment.
That kind of carefree willingness to risk his life for his sweetheart was enough to capture the heart of any woman.
"Since that's the case, then I'll fulfill your wish."
Emperor Dong Hua stretched out a large, hazy hand.
Jun Xiaoyao felt that this hand was like the heavens, suppressing him.
In an instant, heaven and earth seemed to have been turned upside down.
In front of Jun Xiaoyao, there was chaos.
Then, he felt like a bird with broken wings.
Falling, falling, falling.
In the end, the surroundings turned into a world of blood and magma.
He was sent to the eighteenth level of hell.
The Eighteen Levels of Hell were the most terrifying punishments in Xian Ting.
Every layer was unbearable, and one would have to endure endless pain.
For example, the Hell of the Tree of Iron, the Hell of the Mirror of Retribution, the Hell of the Steamer, the Hell of the Mountain of Knives, the Hell of the Frying Pan, and so on.
These punishments were not something that ordinary cultivators could endure.
Only the truly great sinners would be thrown into this place to receive endless punishment.
Those who were beaten into the Eighteen Levels of Hell would live a life worse than death, enduring eternal torment.
Jun Xiaoyao sat cross-legged in the center of the layers of hell.
He was receiving the most terrifying punishment.
However, his expression did not change in the slightest.
Don't think that Jun Xiaoyao didn't feel anything.
Although this was a dream, everything in this dream was no different from reality.
That kind of hellish pain was naturally real.
However, the main thing was that Jun Xiaoyao's temperament was too terrifying.
This kind of physical and mental torture was like sprinkling water to him. It couldn't cause him any real pain.
The current Jun Xiaoyao could perfectly control any of his emotions, including pain.
However, the only thing that Jun Xiaoyao was concerned about was …
The Eighteen Levels of Hell were filled with endless power of sin.
This power of sin was constantly invading his body.
The strangest thing was that Jun Xiaoyao actually felt that this power of sin was real and not a figment of the dream.
"Could it be …"
A thought flashed through Jun Xiaoyao's mind.
His eyes suddenly became playful.
"Emperor Dong Hua, the last master of the ancient Xian Ting. His thoughts and methods are truly admirable …"
Jun Xiaoyao couldn't help but sigh. The methods of such a mythical figure were close to that of a god.
But now, Jun Xiaoyao, who was deep in the Eighteen Levels of Hell, felt an inexplicable stir in his heart.
His talent had already broken through to that of the King of Variants.
In terms of Dao comprehension and other aspects, he had naturally reached the top level.
In this special environment, Jun Xiaoyao also felt the desire to comprehend the Dao gushing out of his heart.
"Perhaps, this is an opportunity …"
Jun Xiaoyao's eyes lit up.
What he was best at was turning all situations that were unfavorable to him into situations that were beneficial to him.
For example, the Eighteen Levels of Hell was the best environment for him to comprehend the Dao.
"Perhaps my Origin Great Dao Abhijna can use this to evolve new changes again," Jun Xiaoyao thought to himself.
His Origin Great Dao Abhijna, Genesis, had not had any new inspiration after it transformed into God's Sacrifice when he was training in the wilderness.
But now, in this special environment, Jun Xiaoyao's heart was stirred.
He began to immerse himself in cultivation.
It could be said that no one would have thought of it.
This was the most terrifying place of punishment in the ancient Xian Ting.
It was actually turned into a place for Jun Xiaoyao to comprehend the Dao and cultivate.
On the other side, at the Myriad Immortal Banquet in the Lingxiao Palace.
Yuan Che cried and roared, "I'm also a sinner. Why didn't Father send me to the Eighteen Levels of Hell too?!"
She felt that she and Jun Xiaoyao were like the white snake and Xu Xian in the story.
They were clearly in love, but in the end, it was difficult for lovers to get married.
"Alright, stop fooling around," Emperor Dong Hua said lightly.
This Myriad Immortal Banquet ended.
And Perfected Lord Hao Tian and Yuan Che's wedding banquet naturally ended without a conclusion.
If it was before, Yuan Che's relationship with Perfected Lord Hao Tian was still considered a friend.
But now, she was even colder to Perfected Lord Hao Tian than to a stranger.
Perfected Lord Hao Tian vaguely felt as if he had lost something important.
This made him extremely uncomfortable.
But he couldn't force Yuan Che. After all, she was Emperor Dong Hua's daughter.
After that, Yuan Che didn't want to eat or drink anymore.
Her belt gradually loosened, but she didn't regret it in the end.
And the power of sin in her body gradually became difficult to control.
The only way was to separate the three souls of heaven, earth, and man, as Donghua Emperor had said before.
During this period, Jun Xiaoyao had been comprehending the Dao in the Eighteen Levels of Hell.
He didn't know when this dream would end.
But he felt that it was going to end soon.
And as time passed, Jun Xiaoyao's Genesis, the embryonic form of the fourth move, was about to be completed.
However, he was still missing the last step. He lacked the most important enlightenment.
"The Eighteen Levels of Hell is just so-so." Jun Xiaoyao smiled faintly.
"What an interesting person."
At this moment, a voice sounded.
Jun Xiaoyao wasn't surprised. He looked at the source of the voice.
A hazy figure appeared, as if standing in the depths of layers of time and space. It was blurry.
It was Emperor Dong Hua.
"It seems that you aren't surprised?" Emperor Dong Hua said.
Jun Xiaoyao smiled faintly and said, "Isn't your purpose to test if I'm suitable to transfer the great sin?"
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