NOVPUBThis dragon rising into clouds and mist, so lifelike, as if it was about to come to life.
"Brother Xu, this is indeed the Ying Dragon Pill I’ve been searching for," Hao Chen said from the side.
"This pill is refined from dragon saliva, and Brother Xu knows that the Dragon Clan is now extinct, these pills are used one less each time.
I’m currently at a cultivation bottleneck and need it to try to advance further."
Xu Zimei glanced at the pill, which was indeed a good one to others; unfortunately, it was now of no use to him since he had reached the Divine Vein Realm.
Besides, he never lacked for dragons.
"Take it," Xu Zimei tossed the pill over.
"If Brother Xu has any orders in the future, just come to Vast Immortal Sect to find me," Hao Chen bowed slightly and then finally turned and left.
Then Xu Zimei picked up the third orb and discovered a book inside.
On its light blue cover were the five big characters "The Dream of Three Thousand Years."
"Could this be," Xu Zimei stared for a moment, then slowly opened the book.
After looking at it for quite a while, he realized it was a book capable of creating dreams.
The function of this Vein Skill was twofold; the first was to create dreams for oneself to temper the Dao heart.
The Dao heart, simply put, is one’s heart in seeking the Dao, something that can’t be cultivated. The strength of the Dao heart depends on what you experience and individual growth.
And dreams could do just that.
The second function was to create dreams for others, and this was not to help others temper their Dao heart.
If this move is cultivated to perfection, the flow of time within the dreamscape can be freely altered.
When the opponent becomes immersed in ’The Dream of Three Thousand Years,’ their real body would have long since perished, life span exhausted, slowly heading towards death.
To die without knowing one’s own death, this is a very terrifying secret scripture.
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Xu Zimei put away the secret scripture, which would be of great use in the future; he also wanted to take out some time to perfect the Vein Skills he had learned.
After he finished his tasks, he turned his gaze toward the blood-stained bones in front of him.
The skeleton that had died untold ages ago.
"Come out, I have sensed you for a long time," Xu Zimei said indifferently.
"I have given you all I had, why must you be so aggressive?" a voice arose from the air.
Then a figure of a man clad in a blood-colored robe with blood-red hair appeared in mid-air, with hawk-like eyes and a hooked nose, his face long and thin.
Especially those eyes, so cold and terrifying, as if one were about to fall into a Sea of Blood.
"Bai Changfeng?" Xu Zimei asked curiously.
"Bai Changfeng is already dead, call me the God of Slaughter," the man said calmly.
"How did you die?" Xu Zimei asked, puzzled.
Logically speaking, with his Immortal Ascension Boundary existence, his lifespan shouldn’t have run out so quickly.
Moreover, Xu Zimei could tell that the man in front of him was a spiritual body; his flesh had decayed, leaving only his spiritual body hiding within this Palace of the God of Slaughter.
Without a physical body, in truth, a spiritual body cannot survive either.
Although Xu Zimei didn’t know by what method the other party preserved his spiritual body, such a state was indeed not easy to maintain.
Unable to cultivate, and bound to dissipate one day.
"I understand," Xu Zimei said with a smile, "You weren’t looking for an inheritor of your legacy but rather a body that could host your spiritual body."
"That’s right," the man didn’t deny it but admitted openly, "But you’ve interfered with my plans."
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"Even if I don’t destroy it, you might not be able to find it," Xu Zimei shook his head and said.
"Such terms are too harsh. Almost a tiny mistake could doom us both."
Xu Zimei could guess that the man originally wanted to find a body, but then Chaos forcibly broke his own set rules, after which he sensed the presence of Bai Meng.
He simply chose not to show up anymore, thinking of not dealing with Xu Zimei.
"Do I have any other choices?" Bai Changfeng asked indifferently.
"It’s better to take a risk than to wait here for the day when my spiritual body perishes."
"I do have a suggestion. Do you want to hear it?" Xu Zimei said.
"What is the suggestion?" Bai Changfeng asked, puzzled.
"Let me make it clear first, I won’t force you. Once you hear my suggestion, you won’t have a choice.
You either agree, or I kill you. Do you still want to hear it?" Xu Zimei asked.
Bai Changfeng fell silent and pondered for a moment. Finally, he nodded and said, "Alright, say it. I’m all ears."
With a wave of Xu Zimei’s right hand, a cerulean planet slowly rose behind him.
Before Bai Changfeng could react, his spiritual body was sucked into the planet.
The next moment, Bai Changfeng’s figure appeared in the middle of the Divine Continent.
"Where is this?" Bai Changfeng asked, looking around the space with some confusion.
"A world of my own creation, the Divine Continent," Xu Zimei said flatly.
"Create your own world? Do you realize what you’re saying? Are you joking?" Bai Changfeng said in disbelief.
"I said, just listen, you don’t need to know the rest," Xu Zimei replied dismissively.
"In my world, there is death and reincarnation. I plan to establish Hell within the Netherworld Underworld.
I want you, Bai Changfeng, the God of Slaughter, to become the first Lord of Hell. After the death of all beings, the virtuous may go to Meng Po to drink Forgetfulness Water and undergo reincarnation.
The wicked must enter Hell. The punishment they receive will vary according to the severity of their evil deeds.
Only after their punishment is completed may they be reborn."
"Are you serious?" Bai Changfeng looked at Xu Zimei solemnly and asked.
"My world has just been created, and there are many things needing improvement," Xu Zimei nodded and said.
"As the Lord of Hell, once my world is fully established, I can help you be reborn and start a new cycle of reincarnation.
If possible, I can even help you retain the memories of your past life."
Hearing Xu Zimei’s words, Bai Changfeng fell silent.
He was tempted; this was undoubtedly the best method.
Not only could it preserve his spiritual body, but it also granted him supreme authority, and even the prospect of reincarnating with memories intact.
"Why me?" Bai Changfeng asked incredulously.
"Because you are the God of Slaughter," Xu Zimei replied.
"The most suitable candidate for the Lord of Hell that I have encountered so far."
Hearing Xu Zimei’s words, Bai Changfeng was silent for a long time before finally looking up and saying, "If you are not lying to me, then it’s a deal."
"Just to clarify one thing, Hell is yours within the rules I set; what you do there is none of my concern. But if you violate my rules and disrupt the development of my world,
don’t blame me for being ruthless," Xu Zimei said.
"Don’t worry, I know what’s more important," Bai Changfeng replied.
Immediately after, he stepped into the void, connecting with the rules of the Great Dao to begin constructing Hell.
Hell was divided into eighteen levels.
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