manynovel Chapter 3315 Lesser Fullness (The Gates of Hell Open)
Chapter 3315 Lesser Fullness (The Gates of Hell Open)
"Want to go?"
A cold, mocking voice sounded behind him.
The Ghost Lord froze, mechanically turning his head.
Jun Yichen was already standing behind him.
He forcibly pulled out the broken sword from his body. Although the wound was still bleeding, his breathing had stabilized considerably after taking the divine pill given to him by Yang Susu.
A fierce rage burned in those deep eyes as they stared intently at him.
"No, don't come any closer! I'm just passing by! Just passing by!"
The ghost lord was so frightened that his soul almost left his body, and he screamed as he tried to break free.
He never expected that even though Jun Yichen was so badly injured and poisoned, he still had the strength to capture him!
"Passing by?"
Jun Yichen sneered and suddenly exerted force in his arm.
"Weren't you just trying to turn us into a pair of doomed lovers?"
"Weren't you here to avenge what happened back then?"
"Why are you running? Come on! Keep fighting!"
boom!
Jun Yichen yanked the Ghost Lord out of the crack in the ground like he was cracking a whip, and then slammed him to the ground.
"I'll let you pass!"
boom!
"I'll give you a bad mouth!"
boom!
"You dare bully my wife and children!"
boom! boom! boom!
Jun Yichen transformed into a blur, grabbing the Ghost Lord and frantically slamming him left and right.
The earth was smashed into deep craters.
The Ghost Lord was thrown around so hard he was completely disoriented, and the black mist was almost scattered. He let out a shrill scream.
"Stop fighting! Stop fighting! If you keep fighting, they'll break up!"
"It's best if they break up!"
Jun Yichen stepped on the Ghost Lord's "head" and crushed it forcefully.
"Today, I will tear your bones apart, one by one, and burn them to ashes!"
"what--!!!"
The Ghost Lord let out a desperate scream.
He knew he couldn't escape.
If this continues, he really will be beaten to death here by Jun Yichen.
He looked at Zhou Wenlun, who was half-dead and whose Dao heart had collapsed in the distance.
Looking at the impending defeat, a ruthless and resolute glint flashed in his eyes.
"There's no other way, we have to fight!"
The Ghost Lord stopped struggling and suddenly abandoned all defenses.
boom!
His shattered soul exploded violently beneath Jun Yichen's feet.
It was not a self-destruction.
The countless black runes that exploded did not attack Jun Yichen, but instead, as if they were sentient, frantically burrowed into the depths of the earth.
"With my soul, I offer this sacrifice to the netherworld!"
"Using blood as a catalyst, the gates of hell open wide!"
The ghost lord's ethereal and mad voice echoed between heaven and earth.
next second.
The entire battlefield underwent a dramatic change.
The corpses of the dead cultivators, the blood flowing from Ning Shuang, even the Heavenly Dao blood spit out by Zhou Wenlun...
At this moment, everything boiled over.
Countless rivers of blood meandered across the land, making gurgling sounds, and eventually all converged into the crater blasted out in the center of the altar.
The original "Ten Thousand Ghosts Connecting to the Netherworld Array" underwent a sudden mutation after absorbing such a massive amount of energy and the sacrifice of half of the Ghost Lord's divine soul.
Rumble——!
The earth began to tremble violently, as if some enormous creature was about to burst forth from the ground.
A ghostly aura, a hundred times denser and colder than before, surged out of the large pit and shot straight into the sky.
The blood-red clouds in the sky were stained pitch black by this ghostly aura.
"not good!"
Yang Susu, who was holding Hu Xiaoman, changed her expression drastically: "This is... the aura of the ghost realm!"
"The Ghost Lord forcibly opened the Ghost Realm passage!"
It was accompanied by a teeth-grinding scraping sound.
Two enormous stone gates, each tens of thousands of feet high and made of countless white bones, carved with ferocious totems of ten thousand ghosts, slowly rose from the blood pool pit.
The door was not fully open; it was only cracked open.
But it's just this crack.
Countless pale arms stretched out from it, accompanied by the wails and roars of billions of evil spirits.
"Jie Jie Jie..."
The Ghost Lord's weak yet triumphant laughter echoed in the air.
"Jun Yichen, Yang Susu, Hu Qingye, Hu Xiaoman!"
"This is my final gift to you!"
"The gates of hell have opened, and ten thousand ghosts roam the night!"
"Enjoy this sumptuous feast to the fullest!"
"Ha ha ha ha……"
The Ghost Lord's figure became increasingly ethereal, yet his voice clearly reached everyone's ears.
The earthquake trembled more and more violently.
The crater in the center of the altar, now blasted open, has become a gaping maw greedily devouring all life in the world.
Those rivers of blood that originally meandered across the land, whether it was the blood mist after the Ning family patriarch's self-destruction, the crimson after the frost had run dry, or the severed limbs left by countless cultivators in battle, were all summoned by an ancient will at this moment.
Gulp, gurgle...
The blood boiled and churned, converging towards the deep pit.
A nauseating, rotten stench, mixed with the chilling aura of the underworld, instantly swept across the entire Extreme Realm.
The sky, which had been briefly clear due to the descent of the Azure Phoenix, was once again shrouded in an even heavier gloom.
"what is that?"
Qingyu gripped the silver spear tightly, while his mount pawed restlessly in the air, emitting a low neigh.
Within the deep pit where blood and black mist intertwined, a colossal creature was slowly rising.
First, there was a huge lintel, made up of countless white bones piled up in an interlocking pattern. Each bone seemed to still bear the pain and resentment of its previous life, emitting a faint phosphorescent glow.
Next came the gateposts, two incredibly thick spines, originating from some ancient ferocious beast, piercing the clouds and reaching tens of thousands of feet high.
Rumbling--
As the gate was fully raised, the entire space of the Extreme Realm groaned in agony, as if it could not bear the weight.
Above the two tightly closed stone doors, there were no intricate patterns, only two words carved in ancient runes dripping with blood—"Netherworld".
Thick, yellow spring water seeped out from between the cracks in the door, dripping onto the ground and instantly corroding the hard rock into pools of black water.
The Four Gates of Hell!
This is the legendary underworld passage that connects the living and the dead, suppressing countless evil spirits.
No one expected that the Ghost Lord would sacrifice half of his own divine soul and use the blood of the entire battlefield as a catalyst to forcefully drag this legendary gate down to the mortal realm.
"Cough cough... Hahahaha..."
In the distance, Zhou Wenlun, who had been beaten to the point of near death with half of his body embedded in the ground, seemed to have a sudden burst of energy before death, struggling to crawl out of the pile of rubble.
On his shattered face, black ghostly energy and golden heavenly power intertwined wildly, repairing his injuries at a visible speed.
His Dao heart collapsed because of the appearance of Hu Qingye.
But the moment he saw the door, a more insane, twisted pleasure filled his chest.
"Open them...open them all!"
Zhou Wenlun laughed loudly, his voice hoarse.
"My Extreme Realm is too weak, too small!"
"Since we can't beat you, and since we can't protect Xiaoman, then let's destroy all of this and rebuild!"
His eyes gleamed with a manic light.