novelapdf Chapter 587 Entering Hell
Chapter 587 Entering Hell
After all, the starting requirement for Zhan Tian is the Heavenly Rank; without the Heavenly Rank, one would only be a hindrance.
Countless ages ago, heroes fought against the heavens, and all the powerful beings of the heavens came out. Only those with heavenly-level combat power could enter the main battlefield. Those whose cultivation was insufficient would only become cannon fodder and drag down the heroes.
Upon thinking of this, Chen Bei and Xiao Yu, who had just reached the peak of the God Emperor realm, instantly felt immense pressure, and an extremely strong sense of urgency enveloped their entire bodies.
Jiang Hao turned his head to look at Chen Bei, whose expression was tense, and said in a calm and composed tone, "Don't worry, there's still some time, enough for you to break through to the Heavenly Rank."
His gaze softened, striking directly at Chen Bei's deepest obsession: "Chen Bei, do you want to see your father?"
boom!
These few words resonated like a thunderclap deep within Chen Bei's soul.
He was violently shaken, his body suddenly stiffened, and his usually calm and resolute eyes widened instantly, filled with unbelievable excitement and trepidation. His body even trembled slightly uncontrollably.
"Senior...do you know where my father is?"
Chen Bei was extremely excited. From a naive young man to a supreme god emperor, his journey to find his father spanned half his life.
From the State of Chu to the State of Jin, from the human world to the celestial realm, from the Eastern Lands to the Western Desert.
Moreover, as time went on, he discovered that his father was stronger than he had imagined.
At first, Chen Bei thought his father was at most at the God King realm, but later he found out that he was more than that, and then he found out that he was even more than the God Emperor realm.
Now, he suspects that his father has already reached the Heavenly Rank, and not just any ordinary Heavenly Rank.
My father's cultivation speed is too exaggerated. I myself have survived countless near-death experiences and had many opportunities before finally reaching the God Emperor realm, but my father has already reached an even higher realm.
"Senior, please take me to see my father!" Chen Bei clasped his hands and bowed deeply, his voice full of urgency and longing.
Jiang Hao looked at the burning determination in the young man's eyes and nodded slightly: "Of course I know. Come with me. Today, I will introduce you and your son to each other."
Upon hearing this, everyone spoke up, with the Dharma Ancestor saying, "Chen Ba? That ancient madman? I would also like to meet him."
The Demon Ancestor nodded: "This child's talent is astonishing, a rarity throughout the ages. I have always been curious about just how far he has progressed."
Dugu Xiaoyue wiped away her tears and said softly, "I'll go too."
Redrao said in a deep voice, "Let's go together."
Jiang Hao took a step, and the others followed, heading into the depths of the void.
Chen Bei followed behind Jiang Hao, his heart pounding like a drum. After so many years, he was finally going to see his father.
The group said no more and followed Jiang Hao's footsteps, breaking through layers of void barriers, traversing the vast expanse of heaven and earth, and heading straight for the west.
Before long, a magnificent and sacred holy city, bathed in holy light for thousands of miles, came into view.
With its white walls and golden palaces, bathed in holy light, and permeated with the spirit of the Gospel, Baidan City is the ultimate holy site of the Western Church of Light.
The holy city is majestic, with numerous temples standing tall. The white buildings gleam with a holy light under the sun, and believers flock from all directions to worship and pray.
Everyone knows this place is the source of light and a sacred pure land, but no one knows that deep within this land of perfect goodness, shrouded in holy light, lies the most extreme darkness in the world.
Jiang Hao raised his hand, and the void cracked open.
A pitch-black portal emerged from the crack, its frame as black as ink, its doors covered with ancient runes, dark red like blood, exuding a chilling, deathly, and terrifying aura.
This is the gate to hell.
The moment the portal appeared, the world changed color. Half of the light above the holy city was swallowed up, and a chilling wind howled, accompanied by the wails of ghosts and gods.
The believers in the holy city looked up, their faces pale; some knelt in prayer, while others fled in panic.
Standing above the Holy City, Jiang Hao looked down and marveled at the unique aspects of this world.
This world is unique; it has heaven and hell, exactly eighteen levels.
It contains Western magic, Eastern martial arts, and reincarnation, although this reincarnation is different from the legendary reincarnation.
In this world, the reincarnation of the strong relies more on the immortality of their souls than solely on the six realms of reincarnation.
But this world is indeed very similar to those mythical worlds of my past life, with Eastern and Western myths intertwined, exuding an indescribable and strange charm.
The sudden appearance of the Gates of Hell shook the entire Holy City of Baidan.
The cultivators of Endless Light soared into the sky, their expressions filled with awe, and dared not approach.
An aged yet majestic figure descended through the air, clad in white robes and enveloped in holy light. It was none other than the old Pope of the Church of Light, a powerful figure at the God-Emperor level.
He recognized Jiang Hao in the center of the void at a glance, and was horrified to see the gate to hell that stretched across the sky.
They dared not show the slightest disrespect, and quickly stepped forward to bow and pay their respects, with utmost courtesy.
"This old woman greets Jiang Zu!"
"Mm." Jiang Hao nodded slightly.
Then, under the orders of the Fazu, the old pope began to maintain order in the holy city. The old pope was not impatient at all. These were a group of big shots, whose status was far higher than his. Naturally, he would not be angry. He was not a fool.
As Chen Bei and Xiao Yu gazed at the dark and deep gates of hell, they both shuddered involuntarily, their hair standing on end.
The dark courtyard was deep and bottomless, with faint growls emanating from it, eerie and sinister, sending chills down one's spine at the mere sight of it.
Xiao Yu's eyes widened in shock as he exclaimed, "Is this the Gates of Hell? It truly lives up to its name. The place is eerie and terrifying, utterly dark, truly befitting the legendary name of Hell."
Curious, he turned to Ridrao beside him and asked, "Senior Ridrao, which of the eighteen levels of hell does this gate of hell connect to?"
Redrao stared at the dark portal, a hint of familiarity and gravity flashing in his eyes, and said in a deep voice:
"I have been in charge of the Western Lands totem for countless ages, and have often clashed with the energy of hell. Judging from the Daoist charm, dark foundation and spatial fluctuations of this gate, it should be the seventeenth level of hell."
"The seventeenth floor," Chen Bei thought to himself. It seemed that since Senior Jiang had opened this, his father should be staying here.
"Let's go."
Jiang Hao stepped into the gates of hell, and the others followed.
The old pope stood at a distance, watching the group's composed demeanor, his heart filled with awe and envy, and he sighed inwardly:
"As expected of Jiang Zu, he suppressed the seven ancient kings, controlled the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth, and entered and exited Hell as if walking in a garden. No one throughout the ages could match him."
Hell is dangerous, and even someone like him, the ruler of the Holy Land of Light, would not dare to venture there lightly, so he did not intend to ban it.
He made up his mind to quietly stay outside the holy city and wait.
To be able to share in the Jiang family's fortune, and if one can receive even a small reward from the Supreme Being upon this return, would be an immense blessing, enough to sustain one for a lifetime.
At the same time, Jiang Hao led everyone into the gates of hell.
Passing through the dark spatial barrier, the scene before them suddenly overturned everyone's understanding, especially the understanding of the two young people, Chen Bei and Xiao Yu.
There is no eerie, dark hell here, no howling winds, ghostly wails, or corpses strewn across the land, no chilling, deathly silence, or terrifying scene filled with malevolent energy.
What came into view was a vast, desolate, and ruined landscape.
Broken mountains and steep cliffs stretch across the land, dried-up ancient rivers meander for thousands of miles, and dilapidated ancient palaces are scattered in all directions. Although the landscape is full of vicissitudes and decay, the mountains and rivers are still intact, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth remains, clouds and mist swirl, and twilight is vast.
This is not a malevolent hell, but a desolate and ruined world.
Chen Bei looked around and murmured, "This...this is hell?"
Xiao Yu also exclaimed in surprise, "Yes, I thought hell was a place filled with ghostly energy, cold and dark. I didn't expect there to be mountains and water here!"
He then looked at Jiang Hao: "Senior Jiang, is this really the seventeenth level of hell? How could it be like this?"
Shouldn't hell be a place of perpetual darkness and rampant evil spirits?