Apocalypse: My Tattoos are Ten Yama Kings

Chapter 330: Chapter 324: Zhang Jiao Enters the Eighteen Layers of Great Hell

The malevolent spirits and vengeful ghosts in the Eighteen Layers of Great Hell are undoubtedly more difficult to deal with and deceive.

After much contemplation, Lin Yuan determined that the Sect Leader, Zhang Jiao, of the Way of Peace was the most suitable candidate.

Even in history, Zhang Jiao was a figure who carried a hint of mythical aura.

Utilizing the power of the turning wheel, Lin Yuan summoned the heroic spirit of the Sect Leader, which was a deified version of Zhang Jiao.

Already possessing a hint of mythical aura, Zhang Jiao, when further deified by the turning wheel, Lin Yuan believed, could definitely lead the rebellious spirits and ghosts of the Eighteen Layers of Great Hell.

”Greetings, Daoist!” Lin Yuan bowed towards the soul of the Sect Leader.

The elder in the yellow Taoist robe smiled slightly at Lin Yuan and said, ”This old Taoist is aware of your purpose; let me venture into the Eighteen Layers of Great Hell on your behalf!”

”Since it’s come to this, thank you, Daoist!” Lin Yuan expressed his gratitude.

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At the end of the eighteenth layer of Minor Hell, there stood an old, black giant door, towering up to a hundred meters.

This door appeared to be made of decayed wood, yet it had existed since the World Honored established the eighteen layers of Minor Hell and the Eighteen Layers of Great Hell.

It has existed until now, through countless years.

Logically, such a wooden door should have long been decayed by now, right?

”Wood that seems decayed yet persists for eternity?” Lin Yuan murmured to himself, suddenly realizing something.

Indeed, what he thought of was when he dealt with the Iron-Back Daoist, atop Iron Back Mountain, where there were two ancient trees that never decayed, incredibly sturdy.

The wood of this giant door seemed identical to that of those two ancient trees.

”Could it be that the World Honored chopped down similar trees? Used their wood to create these two doors?” Lin Yuan contemplated.

With this thought, Lin Yuan tentatively reached out towards the massive wooden door.

However, the moment Lin Yuan’s hand touched the wooden door, his hand actually passed through it.

Visually, this wooden door genuinely existed.

Yet when you attempted to touch it, it transformed into nothingness.

Furthermore, when Lin Yuan’s hand made contact with the wooden door, he felt a sensation of separation between his soul and body in his arm.

No wonder, as the Yaksha mentioned, only souls could enter the Eighteen Layers of Great Hell; physical bodies could not.

If one tried to forcibly pass through this door, then during the crossing, the soul and body would automatically separate.

Eventually, only the soul would enter the Eighteen Layers of Great Hell, while the body remained in the eighteenth layer of Minor Hell.

Upon feeling the separation of soul and body in his arm, Lin Yuan swiftly withdrew his arm.

A single Power of Faith had already tormented him to the brink of despair; Lin Yuan dared not take further risks.

It’s better to leave the rebellious tasks of the Eighteen Layers of Great Hell to Zhang Jiao.

”Please, Daoist, venture forth!” Lin Yuan said to Zhang Jiao.

Zhang Jiao smiled slightly, ”This old Taoist will go!”

Without any hesitation, Zhang Jiao strode towards the decaying wooden door.

The moment the Sect Leader touched the decaying wooden door, his silhouette completely vanished.

After passing through the wooden door, Zhang Jiao arrived in the Eighteen Layers of Great Hell.

This was a realm belonging to souls, and at a glance, it was a world of complete darkness.

Zhang Jiao’s keen hearing could vaguely discern the sound of wailing coming from afar.

”Could it be the souls of the natives enduring torment?” Zhang Jiao guessed the situation ahead.

At that moment, a group of Yaksha noticed Zhang Jiao, the uninvited guest, and surrounded him.

Of course, in the Eighteen Layers of Great Hell, the Yaksha were also only in their soul state.

Surrounded by these Yaksha, Zhang Jiao remained unfazed; he smiled slightly, forming a seal with his fingers, pointing obliquely at the sky, and declared, ”Duke of Thunder, assist me!”

As soon as he finished speaking.

Sounding....

”Crack!”

A pitch-black bolt of lightning tore through the sky, directly striking among the Yaksha, spreading rapidly.

”Crackling sounds.”

”Crackling sounds.”

These Yaksha, continually struggling under the barrage of lightning, were ultimately reduced to ashes.

Zhang Jiao was adept at stealing the Power of Heaven and Earth; although the eighteenth layer of Minor Hell was merely a Ghostly Realm and not the real world.

Yet Zhang Jiao could still steal the power of this Ghostly Realm for his use.

Just now, the dark lightning that killed the Yaksha was formed by the Sect Leader by gathering the power of the Ghostly Realm.

After eliminating all the Yaksha, Zhang Jiao transformed himself into the appearance of one of the Yaksha.

But this was not enough.

The Eighteen Layers of Great Hell were even more isolated than the eighteenth layer of Minor Hell, with no contact with the outside; missing this many Yaksha would surely not go unnoticed.

Thinking this, Zhang Jiao grabbed a handful of pebbles from the ground, casually tossing them down.

These stones, upon landing and touching the soil, began to rapidly grow and expand, eventually transforming into the appearance of the previously slain Yaksha.

Turning beans into soldiers was yet another of Zhang Jiao’s past specialties.

However, this time he conjured not the Yellow Turban Warriors, but individual Yaksha.

Leading this group of stone-transformed Yaksha, Zhang Jiao headed deeper into the Eighteen Layers of Great Hell.

Before long, he encountered another group of Yaksha.

”What’s the situation, why the disturbance at the boundary door just now?” the Yaksha leader inquired.

It turned out that the pitch-black decaying wooden door was known here as the boundary door.

Earlier, when the Sect Leader passed through the boundary door, the Yaksha leader here noticed unusual energy fluctuations and dispatched men to investigate.

Unfortunately, the Yaksha sent to investigate were all struck dead by Zhang Jiao with a single lightning bolt.

”Nothing unusual was found, we had just arrived when a thunderbolt fell from the sky.”

”Perhaps, a commotion from the eighteenth layer of Minor Hell above caused a chain reaction!” Zhang Jiao quickly devised a plausible response.

The Yaksha intelligence was evidently not high; Zhang Jiao’s words easily deceived them.

As far as the Yaksha leader was concerned, as long as it wasn’t an issue arising from the Eighteen Layers of Great Hell, it was not their concern.

”Alright!”

”Continue the punishment; it seems it’s been a while since new prisoners arrived!” the Yaksha leader said.

Once someone traversed the eighteenth layer of Minor Hell, they would be executed and sent to the Eighteen Layers of Great Hell to endure further torment.

Once within the Eighteen Layers of Great Hell, there’s truly no escape.

Those souls imprisoned in the Eighteen Layers of Great Hell were trapped here for eternity, lifetime after lifetime.

They would only suffer endless torment, without any other option available.