I See the Aura of the Great Emperor in All My Disciples

Chapter 1254: Chapter 1254: Gates of Hell! (2/4)

Two more days had passed.

The vast army of the Nefarious Demon Region launched an attack, invading the plains.

Yet to the Nefarious Demon Region’s great army’s surprise, there was not a single person standing on the city walls, nor any indication that there was an intention to resist them!

Could it be some kind of plot?

However, this battle was one where retreat was not an option no matter what.

With nothing obstructing their rapid advance, the city walls would soon be shattered, revealing the vast camp behind them void of any human presence.

All those from the Nefarious Demon Region were dumbfounded.

What was the situation?

Above, the demon god and the Evil Lord were watching this scene, their brows slightly furrowed.

“It seems that they are not fools…”

Immediately afterward, the Evil Lord waved his hand largely and commanded, “Since it’s like this, continue to advance!”

As batches of the Nefarious Demon Region’s army left the ancient battlefield, below the ancient battlefield, within the Endless Sea Region, a long sigh that no one could hear sounded.

“I hope that The Mortal Realm can survive this calamity…”

Then, the massive tail that was already supporting the ancient battlefield swept up the entire battlefield and dragged it into the Endless Sea Region!

…

The Nine Netherworld Underworld.

In this world of dim light and pervasive stillness, there was a palace floating above the River of the Dead.

But upon entering the palace, one would find that it was impossible to see the surrounding walls, and looking up, the dome was nowhere to be seen!

It was as if one were standing in the vast plains outside the hall.

In this seemingly boundless place, there were nine people standing scattered throughout the area.

Among them was Blackie.

Blackie was the last to enter, and upon his arrival, he immediately drew the eyes of the other eight.

Seeing the eight people standing together, Blackie didn’t bother to interact. He simply found a spot to sit down and close his eyes to rest his spirit.

After all, The Mortal Realm was still on the brink of annihilation, engulfed in deep water and searing fire, with his fellow disciples fighting to their deaths on the front lines, and yet here he was, attending an assessment for the Netherworld Lord’s Heir?

How could Blackie settle his mind?

At that moment, Blackie suddenly opened his eyes and saw a clean-looking young man standing in front of him.

The young man had a smile on his face, appearing friendly and approachable to anyone. However, hidden deep within his eyes was a haughty pride.

The young man said to Blackie with a grin, “I come from the Chaos Realm, may I ask from which realm you hail?”

Chaos Realm, one of the six worlds.

Of course, Blackie didn’t know this, and he wasn’t in a mood to inquire about where exactly the Chaos Realm was.

Already feeling extremely agitated, Blackie faced the man trying to engage in conversation with hardly a pleasant face and bluntly said, “Scram!”

Blackie’s words were unmasked.

This made the other eight individuals, who had been watching the situation sneakily with sidelong glances, turn their gazes over.

Unexpectedly, the man, momentarily stunned, did not get angry but chuckled and said, “I mean no harm, but if you have any questions or need to understand something, feel free to ask me anytime.”

With that, the man walked away.

The rest, seeing this, scoffed, “Must be a body cultivator, right? Looks like he’s just at the half-step Martial Monarch Realm, not a high realm, but certainly acts high and mighty.”

“However, I’m a bit puzzled. Although the selection test for the Inheritor of the Nine Netherworld Underworld doesn’t consider one’s realm, a lower realm usually also indicates a lack of talent. How could such a person possibly be involved in this assessment?”

“Never mind, having someone here just to make up the numbers isn’t bad, it actually reduces the competition a bit.”

Only the clean-looking young man seemed contemplative as he watched Blackie, smiling but not joining in the conversation.

At that moment, a voice emerged from somewhere.

“I won’t offer congratulations now; let’s talk when one of you becomes the sole Inheritor of the Underworld Lord.”

“The first round of examination, the Gates of Hell, you may begin.”

There was no further introduction.

The voice didn’t care whether you knew how to pass the examination or not, it had already vanished.

And the moment the voice disappeared, their surroundings began to blur, with a large amount of white fog emerging around everyone.

This white fog seemed to be no simple matter either; just by inhaling a single breath of it, a cold sensation emerged in the chest, as if it were freezing one’s Five Organs and Six Orifices!

The white fog drifted, and everyone looked forward.

Through the haze, a massive archway could be faintly seen.

The powerful, boldly inscribed characters read “Gates of Hell”!

Blackie, too, stood up and looked up at this moment.

It seemed this was the first trial.

Blackie, as of now, had no desire to wait and see what would happen; his expression was gloomy as he walked directly towards the Gates of Hell.

He didn’t want to delay any time and only thought about quickly completing these trials and then returning to The Mortal Realm.

Whether he could pass or not…

While everyone else was still observing the situation, seeing Blackie already in motion, they were all somewhat surprised.

“Just to walk over like this?”

“Is he in a rush to die?”

“The Gates of Hell is one of the Nine Netherworld Underworld’s landmarks, stepping into the Gates of Hell means severing all ties with the Yang Realm, this saying alone is enough to prove its level of danger… ”

“It doesn’t matter anymore, let’s go then, it’s just right to let us see what the situation is really like, it also counts as playing a role.”

The fair-skinned man saw this scene and wanted to walk towards him… but after taking just one step forward, he took it back, touching his chin and thoughtfully watching Blackie. He wanted to see just what abilities he had… that could make two high-ranking elders from the Nine Netherworld Underworld personally escort him here.

Others may not have seen it.

But he had seen it with his own eyes.

He didn’t believe that such a person could be without some special talent.

As for what power backs him?

Ha, when did the Nine Netherworld Underworld ever need to consider the forces behind others?

Everyone’s gazes were now focused on Blackie.

They saw that without any hesitation whatsoever, Blackie stepped right beneath the Gates of Hell!

As soon as he stepped in, Blackie immediately noticed something was wrong.

Under his feet, a layer of thick blue ice had already formed, freezing his foot solid!

And this layer of blue ice was rapidly spreading to cover his entire body!

Blackie’s brows furrowed upon seeing this, trying to lift his foot to break free, yet unable to move the slightest bit.

His foot seemed as though it was nailed to the ground, no matter how much he tried to pull, it wouldn’t budge…

Soon, the thick blue ice covered Blackie’s entire body, with cold air rising around him, turning him into a sculpture of ice…

Seeing this scene, everyone’s expressions became somber.

It seemed a bit eerie…

And Blackie, trapped within the blue ice, also began to look solemn; this examination was not something one could simply rush through with impatience, one careless step and one would perish to the Yellow River of the Dead!

After being wrapped in blue ice, it seemed like all his bloodlines in his body were frozen solid.

What’s worse…

The thread-like cold air was attempting to strip away his soul!

It seemed to want to drag his soul out of his body!