The huge body of the desolate beast and its ferocious face seemed particularly docile at this moment. With a low roar, it rushed to Ye Qinghan's side and rolled around. Its four limbs constantly scratched at Ye Qinghan's clothes, as if it was trying to curry favor with its master.
This was indeed a creature of the Great Wasteland Domain, and it was indeed a desolate beast. Otherwise, it would not treat Ye Qinghan like this.
All creatures of the Great Wasteland Domain were extremely respectful to the soul of the Realm Lord. No matter how long the inheritance had been passed down, as long as it was a creature of the Great Wasteland Domain, it would not go against Ye Qinghan's will. This also explained why Ye Qinghan's soul had not recovered, but the desolate beast could sense his soul and revere him!
Ye Qinghan patted the head of the desolate beast. He loved his people like his children, and his people would definitely respect him like a father! Even those desolate beasts without much intelligence were the same.
"Is Desolate Peng's head guard captain in the Yellow Springs Path?" Ye Qinghan asked in a hoarse voice.
The desolate beast shook its head without hesitation. Then, its eyes flashed and it immediately nodded. Guarding this place was its mission. Subconsciously, it would refuse to tell anyone about Desolate Peng, but at this moment, facing Ye Qinghan, it firmly nodded.
Ye Qinghan smiled, very satisfied with this fellow. He whispered, "Come with me and take a look. Bring out Desolate Peng's head guard captain. It's time for revenge!"
Roar!
The desolate beast stood up and followed Ye Qinghan towards the end of the Great Desolate Mountain.
Ye Qinghan's clothes fluttered. His seemingly slow footsteps were actually as fast as lightning, covering a thousand miles with each step. His handsome face revealed a touch of excitement and light. After so many years, he finally met an old friend. Moreover, it was the head guard of his original body.
Desolate Peng and Resentful Dragon had followed Ye Qinghan for many years and had been nurtured by Ye Qinghan with all his might. Although the Great Wasteland Domain was unable to support them to become true Domain Lords, their strength was not much weaker than a Domain Lord. If it were not for the two of them fighting to the death, the Great Wasteland Domain would not have been able to hold on for long when it was besieged by seven worlds.
Although they seemed to be master and servant, the three of them were as close as brothers. Unfortunately, the Dragon of Resentment had died in battle, and its corpse had been reduced to dust. Its soul had also been disrupted, turning into a wisp of energy that intertwined with the other souls. It was then suppressed in the true cycle of hell, unable to reincarnate.
"Back then, I couldn't take you out of hell, nor could I let you enter the cycle of reincarnation. Once I've recovered to my peak and transcended my shackles, I'll definitely guide your souls back!" Ye Qinghan roared inwardly as the flames in his eyes condensed into substance.
In front of them, an endless pressure shrouded them. Hell was filled with despair, and there was no sign of life. Everything was dark and surging energy. These energies were all souls that had lost their order and turned into resentful spirits. They intertwined with each other, and the resentment was even stronger.
The resentment in hell was the strongest, and it was not suitable for humans or other living beings to live in. The Primal Chaos Domain was a world of its own, and it had its own Heavenly Dao. Naturally, it would have its own cycle of reincarnation, and the Primal Chaos Domain was the same. Inside this place was the reincarnation of the Primal Chaos Domain, and a hell like the Nine Underworlds was purely a cycle of hell that had yet to take shape in a small place. It was only responsible for the reincarnation of a portion of people, and that was only due to the collapse of the Heavenly Dao.
A turbid spring ran from east to west, splitting north to south. The spring water was filled with yellow sand, and it was unfathomably deep. It was not like a feather, nor did it carry any weight. Only the soul could enter this hell. Life forms with a mortal body could not enter, unless their strength surpassed the strength of the Primal Chaos Domain's Heavenly Dao. For instance, Huang Peng of the past was able to bring people into the depths of hell and bury their own souls. They would not awaken for tens of thousands of years, and their vitality would not be extinguished until the Lord of Desolation reappeared!
Huang Peng was indeed confident in Ye Qinghan. If Ye Qinghan truly died, he would also become a corpse. His mortal body would never be extinguished, and his soul would never be able to reincarnate. Without a soul and without thoughts, he would become an eternally living corpse. This was even more terrifying than death.
Looking at the billowing black clouds in the depths of the yellow springs, Ye Qinghan could see a special energy weaving together. Resentment covered the world, making it hard to breathe. He took a deep breath, clenched his fists, and said in a low voice, "Heavenly Dao, come out and send me over!"
Within the Primal Chaos Domain, there was only Ye Qinghan and the great desolate beast. There were no other living beings. His voice was swept into the skies with the howling winds.
Boom!
The skies cracked open, and the Heavenly Eye opened. A pair of eyes filled with exhaustion, as if it was a real living being.
"War Lord of the Great Desolation, there are only us here. I want to ask, can you really resist the Lord of the Seven Realms? Can you really defeat the existence that spins the wheel? "The Heavenly Dao wailed, filled with despair.
"Give me time, and I will naturally surpass the spinning wheel, the existence that plays with all living beings. I don't care who he is, I will definitely kill him!" Ye Qinghan coldly replied.
"I gave you nine reincarnations and exhausted my mental strength, causing me to only wake up now. Is there not enough time?" The Heavenly Dao asked in a low voice.
Ye Qinghan raised his head and looked straight at the Heavenly Eye. His hair danced in the wind, and his black eyes were filled with the conviction of victory.
"This life is enough! Believe me, you have no other choice. You should understand that the existence that spins our fate wheel is purely playing with the common people. It is like a high and mighty emperor, ignorant of all living beings, not allowing others to surpass it. This time, it has been heavily injured because of the destruction of the Great Desolation Domain. This is our only chance! "Ye Qinghan said in a low voice.
"Alright! I don't want to be destroyed. It wasn't easy for me to have a soul and my own thoughts. I don't want to be enslaved by others! "The Heavenly Dao of Primal Chaos held onto a sliver of hope, unwilling to be a slave.
Ye Qinghan pursed his lips and clenched his fists. The will to resist in his eyes was unwavering. No matter how strong the opponent was, he would fight to the death.
Whoosh!
A golden beam of light formed a golden arch bridge that spanned across the Yellow Springs. Although it was formless, it could withstand Ye Qinghan's weight.
Ye Qinghan patted the Desolate Beast and said indifferently, "Wait for me here."
Everything in the Hell of Samsara had its own rules and could not be changed by others. Otherwise, one wrong step could lead to ten thousand wrong steps, and the fate of all living beings would be changed.
Ye Qinghan carefully stepped into the depths, sensing the resentment and the will and faith of some powerful living beings. He could even understand their wishes. They wanted to be reborn and reincarnate, but unfortunately, they were all imprisoned here.
Although this place looked desolate and lifeless, there was no power of desolation or spiritual energy in this place. It was not suitable for living beings. Apart from the barren mountains and vast plains, there was nothing else.
Ye Qinghan carefully searched this place. The Heavenly Dao of Primal Chaos's current strength was definitely inferior to Desolate Peng's. Desolate Peng's initial concealment was enough to hide from the Heavenly Dao's search. Now, he could only rely on his naked eyes to search this place.
Sha sha sha …
Ye Qinghan stepped on the gravel. The real hell wasn't like the legends, where there were bones and blood everywhere. Real matter couldn't enter the depths of hell through the Yellow Spring. This place was full of despair. Visually, it might not be as scary as the Nine Serenities, but only the real experts could feel the despair here.
Samsara whirlpools would occasionally appear. The terrifying aura seemed to take away all of one's memories and abilities. Ye Qinghan tried his best to avoid these whirlpools as he slowly advanced into the depths.
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