Although his injuries were severe, it was fortunate that he had studied the Qianshen Undead Body for a long time. Part of it could be fused with the seven-colored dragon's body.
This was also the reason why Lu Sheng dared to face the abyss with this dragon body.
However, it was clear that he had suffered a great loss this time.
"I've lost one-tenth of my spiritual will!" Lu Sheng inspected the injuries on his main body. He would have been fine if he had not done so. Now that he did, he was shocked.
'Looks like I can't eat the abyssal feudal lord anymore. I can't afford to offend that b * tch abyss yet.' He immediately calmed himself down.
It was clear that his previous actions had reached the limits of what the abyssal will could tolerate.
The abyssal will's losses were definitely greater than his. It was equivalent to a lose-lose situation.
However, compared to him, the abyssal will's spiritual power was unimaginably vast. It was a terrifying will gathered from countless abyssal layers the size of planes.
If they were to fight a war of attrition, even 100 Lu Sheng would not be enough.
'Looks like I can't eat the abyss anymore … I'll try hell next.'
Lu Sheng heaved a long sigh helplessly. He looked up at the motionless Mystoca hovering in the air.
This body no longer had any contamination divinity. It no longer had the abyssal feudal lord's mark as its core. That thing had been shattered and vanished in the collision earlier.
'Only this pure body is left …' Lu Sheng stroked his chin. 'It's a waste to eat it just like that …' He suddenly had a good idea. Perhaps it was not a bad idea to keep it.
If he wanted to snatch a God Tool with a lot of Mental Energy in the future, he could use this body to do it. That would work!
Lu Sheng casually drew a spatial formation. Then, he tossed this powerful and active body into his Sorcerer Tower sub-space.
Then, he continued with his second summoning experiment.
"Door No. 1. Are you alright?" He looked at the red glowing Transport Door with slight worry. "Tell me if you can't."
"I'm alright overall. Don't worry, boss. My main body is reinforced by the distorting power of time and space. If you want to destroy me, you'll have to destroy the time and space around me. It's very difficult," a gruff voice came from the Transport Door.
"That's good. This time, I'm going to connect to the direction of Hell. If you can't handle it, I can reinforce it for you. "
Among the 88 Arcana Techniques, his mastery of teleportation had reached the pinnacle. Although his derivation had only reached level 6,000, his deep understanding of spacetime and teleportation allowed him to perfectly embed his teleportation gate into spacetime itself.
In this case, if he wanted to break through the teleportation barrier, he would have to break through spacetime. However, breaking through the barrier of spacetime while being suppressed by the mortal plane was incredibly difficult. Even the will of the Chaos Abyss hadn't been able to do it.
"Alright, then let's rearrange the talismans."
Lu Sheng glanced at the messy chamber. A large number of runes and runes had been distorted and blurred by the violent collision just now.
"Compared to the Abyss, Hell is much more orderly. We must be as careful as possible. If we're discovered by a Great Sovereign of Hell, I'm afraid we'll only be able to capture a few of them. "Lu Sheng warned.
"Don't worry, big brother. I know what I'm doing. Don't you know what I'm capable of? "the portal replied confidently.
Lu Sheng nodded and began to arrange the portal to Hell.
Compared to the Chaos Abyss, connecting to Hell was much simpler.
Hell was closer than the Chaos Abyss. It was only separated from the mortal plane by the shadow plane. Although it had been suppressed and sealed by the Positive Energy Camp a long time ago.
But with Lu Sheng's level, it wouldn't be too difficult to really connect to that side.
The method was to use two mirrors.
One big and one small. They had to be extremely clean and tidy mirrors.
In a well-lit environment, the small mirror would be placed in front of the big mirror. It had to be placed in the most central position.
Then, he would use the sinful blood to smear a dot in the middle of the big mirror.
In this way, the blood dot on the mirror would be infinitely reflected by the mirror and transmitted to the infinite depths of spacetime.
In this way, the sinful blood aura would be sent into the hidden space gap.
In the depths of the infinitely reflective mirror, the gap leading to Hell could be reflected there. Legend had it that Hell used to be one world with the mortal plane, but for some unknown reason, it was divided by the gods.
Therefore, such a simple arrangement, with the help of simple runes corresponding to Hell, could connect to Hell. The only other thing was that it would require a lot of energy.
Lu Sheng spent ten minutes carefully setting up the mirror and the sinful blood.
Then, he spent another ten minutes connecting the first Transport Gate to the back of the mirror through the formation.
This way, as long as a hell creature answered his call, it would be quickly sent out by the Transport Gate.
After he was done setting up everything, he stood next to the mirror and looked at it.
The small mirror reflected his own reflection in the big mirror. This went on and on. The layers of mirror images became smaller and smaller.
"Prepare to begin."
"Yes, Boss."
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The Seven Levels of Hell, Falling Abyss.
There was no ground here. The entire Hell was just a gigantic cylinder. Sinful souls were thrown down from above. They would fall forever, alone in midair until they went mad and died of old age.
The lord of this level of Hell was an eight-headed gecko called Quinnmani.
It stuck close to the inner wall of Hell's abyss. Its 16 glowing emerald eyes constantly released a terrifying power of illusion. Any soul that fell into Hell would suffer immense pain and torture.
Its power could make souls gradually lose themselves and forget their own existence. Then, their souls would gradually dissipate and fuse with this level of Hell, becoming a part of this place.
"It's been too long since any fresh, high-quality souls came in … Ever since the mortal plane was sealed off, the ones that came in are all small creatures from other planes … Their despair and hope taste like wax. It's not delicious at all …"
Quinnmani swayed its gigantic head and mumbled nonsensically. It looked up at the pitch-black sky, waiting for new souls to be banished in.
It was a native of Hell. It was a powerful monster that loved to devour sinful souls.
In truth, it was not the only one. The lords of the other eight layers of Hell were similar lifeforms. The lords of Hell were even born from the sins of countless gods throughout history.
Therefore, the more sinful the souls were, the more it liked to eat them.
'This is so boring. Life like this is getting more and more boring … Maybe I should just go to sleep,' Quinnmani thought.
Its 16 eyes blinked. Two of them remained on guard while the other 14 began to feel sleepy. They were prepared to sleep for another few centuries.
Suddenly, a faint cracking sound was heard in the air. It was as if something had split open.
Moreover, the sound was very close. For mortals, it might take a few hours to travel, but for the eight-headed gecko, it was only a distance that it could cover in a single leap.
"What's that sound?" Its sleepiness was immediately chased away. It was replaced by intense curiosity.
"Hiss, hiss."
"I smell the scent of sinners' souls." The eight-headed gecko began to move.
It crawled along the slippery inner wall for a short distance. Soon, it noticed a faint red glow in the air.
The red glow was expanding stubbornly. Based on its observation speed, it would take less than ten minutes for it to expand from the size of a human's fist to the height of a human.
"Oh? A teleportation door? A summoning teleportation door? " Quinnmani shook its head slightly. "It's a pity that apart from me, there's nothing here. There's nothing that can be used to summon."
If this was the other levels, perhaps it could summon a devil from hell. However, apart from itself, the commander-in-chief, there was nothing here.
As a commander-in-chief, it was only natural that it did not like to leave hell as it pleased, even if it was just a projection.
However, although it did not plan to accept the summoning, Quinnmani still observed it with interest. After all, there were too few interesting things on this level.
The red glow expanded slowly. Soon, a complete, arched teleportation door was built.
Magnificent red light rippled behind the door. Faint traces of the main plane's aura wafted in from the other side of the door.
"Oh? The main plane?! "Quinnmani's eyes lit up when it smelled the fresh air.
From what he remembered, the main plane was filled with delicious, tempting food and snacks.
Countless sins were being committed there at every moment. Countless sins would contaminate countless sinful souls.
'Should I go take a look? There's nothing to do here anyway. ' Quinnmani's sharp senses told him that the teleportation door was very strong. It could allow it to pass through successfully and arrive at the main plane.
At the thought of the main plane filled with delicacies, a wild beast stirred in its heart.
'Should I go or not?' It was in a dilemma. It did not notice a transparent spot of light flashing at the edge of the teleportation door. It quietly entered hell.
"Why shouldn't I go? Why shouldn't I go when there's good food? As feudal lords of hell, what do we have to be afraid of? "its other head suddenly spoke.
"It's not a matter of being afraid. I need to stand guard here. Otherwise, some souls with strong willpower might turn this place into a mess, "the third head replied helplessly.
"But staying here all day is a waste of time. Even if I have a lifespan of up to a million years, how many million years do I have in my life? If I don't relax while I'm still young, I won't have the chance in the future. "The fifth head agreed.
"But …" The first head was in charge, but it was still slightly hesitant. "We promised the great lord back then that we would guard this level …"
"Then, have you ever wondered who opened this teleportation door?" the seventh head suddenly asked.
"Perhaps it's a schemer with ulterior motives. After their scheme was exposed, they flew into a rage out of humiliation and unleashed hell's summoning at the cost of their lives in an attempt to destroy everything?" the eighth head guessed.
"Since there are those who agree and those who disagree, why don't we vote?" the first head suggested.
"Alright."
"That's right." The other heads agreed.
Very soon, after the first head tallied up the votes, one of the remaining eight heads abstained from voting. The remaining four heads agreed, while the other three disagreed.
"Is that so … I agree as well." When the first head saw the result of five votes to three and one abstention, it could not help but feel that something was off.
"If that's the case, there are two more votes in favor. Let's go then. "Quinnmani nodded. It crawled its gigantic body and slowly approached the red teleportation door.
"I am the great feudal lord of hell, the lonely infector, Quinnmani. I answer your summon."
"Summoner, tell me your wish. With your soul as the price, I will send all of your enemies to hell." It recited its summoning lines loudly according to the procedure.
"Oh great Quinnmani, I am the Summoner, the seven-colored dragon Meos! My tribe is being cruelly suppressed and hunted down. With my soul as the price, I beg for your help! "
A sonorous and sorrowful howl in hell's language came from the other side of the teleportation door.
"No problem. I'm about to descend. Offer your sacrifice and mark your enemies. I will send them to the most painful Abyss of Loneliness!" Quinnmani roared.
"Well then, let's sign the contract!" It spread its right claw. A pitch-black scroll covered in blood-red words immediately flew to the teleportation door.
"I offer my soul and my everything. In the name of the infinite void, in the name of the orderly hell …" Several hundred words were omitted after that.
By the time it finished reciting its lines, a lot of time had passed.
"Alright, sign it," one of the heads reminded impatiently.
"Alright."
"I'll sign it, I'll sign it!" one of the heads shouted.
"Alright, alright, whatever you want!"
There was a blank space at the end of the scroll. It was to write the name of the sacrificed soul. Quinnmani wrote its name seriously: Quinnmani.
"Done." It carefully sent the scroll into the teleportation door.
"I'll be there as soon as you're done."
"Right away, right away!" the person on the other side of the teleportation door replied hastily.
Quinnmani lay by the door in a daze as he waited for news.
Although he had a growing feeling that something was off, he could not put his finger on it.
He turned to look at his other eight heads. They were discussing what they should eat first in the main plane. They seemed to be very excited. After all, they had not gone out for so many years. Naturally, they were happy to have the chance to go out this time.
All eight heads looked very … Wait a minute! Eight heads?!
Quinnmani suddenly realized an extremely terrifying problem.
It remembered that it only had eight heads in total. However, it now had nine heads, including itself!
Nine heads!
Where did that extra head come from!?!?
Quinnmani's gaze was instantly filled with extreme horror.
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