nycdaug Chapter 149 Chen Yan
Chapter 149 Chen Yan
The red spider lilies are blooming by the River Styx.
In an empty hall, a blue light filled the entire space, as if it was a mysterious light leaking out from another world.
The walls of the hall are covered with vines, which seem to tell of its former glory.
Looking around, there is a huge stone bed in the center of the hall, which is engraved with mysterious runes.
Next to the stone bed is a black jade chair.
There was a man sitting on the jade chair.
"Master, the million-year calamity period has arrived. I have found a family for you. They are wealthy and most importantly, they are suitable for cultivation and have good resources in all aspects."
The front end of the jade chair.
A faceless man in a black robe knelt on one knee.
"Well, let West Hell and East Hell maintain order in the underworld. Don't let the underworld become a mess like it did a million years ago, with evil spirits and ghosts wandering around the world. Otherwise, they will be severely punished."
“Yes, Lord.”
Shen Yan sat on an exquisitely carved black jade chair, tapping the chair armrests with his cartoon-like fingers. His delicate facial features looked exceptionally handsome, yet unfathomable, under the blue light.
"It's been a million years..."
Suddenly, the corners of Shen Yan's mouth slightly raised.
He is the lord of the underworld.
When a million years are up, one needs to go through a catastrophe and be reborn before returning to rule the underworld again.
"The Lord of Heaven has returned from the calamity before me?"
Shen Yan raised the hand that was tapping the jade chair.
He touched the jade ring with dark black patterns engraved on his thumb.
"This time, I hope I can come back from the disaster soon. I don't know what disaster I will come from this time."
"However, if we marry someone who is wealthy and capable of practicing, we can try another method to save all living beings?"
A million years ago, the catastrophe almost prevented him from returning.
At that time, he had no memories and was born into a chaotic world of famine, war and conflict among the Three Thousand Worlds. He was the eldest son of the poorest family.
His widowed mother loved him the most in the family.
But during the famine, his widowed mother was beaten by the mob while begging for food for him.
He was only five years old at the time and had two younger brothers and sisters who were two years old.
He took his two younger brothers and sisters who walked with difficulty, buried his widowed mother, and went out to look for food with the thought that they would die.
Fortunately, there was a glimmer of hope.
In the midst of chaos, a military troop was recruited into the group.
His younger brothers and sisters were too young, and when they followed the military troops around, they eventually died along with their widowed mother in hunger and cold.
He was only five and a half years old when his younger brother and sister died.
In order to survive, at a young age, he followed the team to chew tree bark, eat cold snow, and search for edible wild grass on the snow.
He didn't even notice that his skin was cracked and he followed them in practicing martial arts and learning how to fight every day.
In the hard life year after year.
He finally grew up to be eleven years old and had the ability to protect himself. With the desire to pacify the troubled times, he threw himself into the war.
The veteran soldiers in uniform grew old one by one, and took in many homeless orphans along the way.
The gears of destiny began to turn.
He went from being taken in to leading a team to take in others.
Wandering around.
The team finally found a secluded place where no one had ever been. He let people farm there, and this place gradually became a paradise.
Wandering refugees from other places joined in, and Taoyuan Township gradually expanded.
However, there were too many refugees in the turbulent times, and eventually they burned, killed and looted Taoyuan Township due to food shortages. He finally stopped 10,000 refugees by himself.
Death.
Because he killed many refugees, his fault almost caused him to fail in the tribulation.
When he returned to the underworld, he found it in chaos.
The evil spirit imprisoned in the eighteen levels of hell broke through the barrier, entered the three thousand worlds, and wandered around the human world, causing chaos.
It took hundreds of years to quell the unrest.
The underworld has accumulated a lot of karma because of the innocent lives lost, and there are also many wandering souls in the underworld that are unable to be reincarnated.
Some can't wait and want to run into the human world to commit crimes.
Some simply jumped into the River Styx.
Since then, the flowers on the other side of the Styx have been polluted and stained by black air, and are no longer their original colors.
The entire underworld became filled with smoke and chaos.
The land of the underworld also turned black. No plants grew on it. There were only withered trees and cracked land.
The air was filled with a foul smell that made people feel suffocated.
With a karmic rain from heaven, the cracked land was directly submerged by the River Styx.
"This time, you should go through the tribulation with your memories. Don't let the two old guys, East Hell and West Hell, fail to control the Eighteen Layers of Hell and cause trouble again."
Shen Yan touched the jade ring in his hand again.
"Wu Lian said he found someone with a wealthy family who can practice?"
What kind of family is this...
From the world of cultivation?
In the world of cultivation, he can only quickly improve his skills, slay demons and eliminate evil, and once he has accumulated enough merit, he will quickly return.
"Is it better to practice the local skills or the underworld skills?"
The speed of practicing the underworld skills is extremely fast, but it requires extremely yin power. The extremely yin power is difficult to obtain in the world of cultivation, so one has to look for ancient secret realms or ancient ruins.
"Forget it, wait until the calamity comes out and see what the local cultivation aptitude is like."
Shen Yan stood up from the jade chair. His 1.9-meter-tall figure was tall and straight, but not burly. He was wearing a black robe embroidered with millions of invisible characters.
Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at the stone bed next to him that was engraved with mysterious runes.
He turned slightly and waved his sleeves across the bed.
A red crystal coffin immediately appeared, and inside the coffin was a walnut-colored humanoid puppet. At first glance, this exquisite puppet actually looked somewhat like Shen Yan.
Shen Yan picked up the puppet and dripped two drops of blood into the puppet's heart.
Pursing his lips, he drew out a bit of his soul and stored it in it.
Seal the crystal coffin.
Chen Yan turned and walked towards the ancient black palace door. After Chen Yan walked out, the door of the palace slowly closed automatically. The vines and branches covering the door swayed gently, as if saying goodbye to its owner.
Walking out of the palace, there is an endless black Styx.
In the River Styx grow infected red spider lilies and dead trees that were once flooded. Wandering souls that accidentally fall into the river wander around, struggling in twisted pain and howling continuously.
On the River Styx.
Thousands of palaces were built, and each palace was connected by a two-meter-wide Naihe Bridge.
The underworld messenger leads the souls who are about to be reincarnated across the Naihe Bridge. They are in strange shapes, some happy, some sad, each with its own expression.
"Meet the Lord of the Underworld!"
When the underworld messenger saw Chen Yan, he immediately stopped and knelt down to pay his respects.
"Well, keep busy."
Shen Yan followed a group of souls, walking expressionlessly.
At the end of the Naihe Bridge, in the square in front of a black palace, a charming woman was seen making soup for the souls that had entered reincarnation to drink.
After drinking the soup, the souls walked into the Black Palace in order, jumped into the endless abyss, and were reincarnated.
The seductive woman said, "Meet the Lord of the Underworld!"
Chen Yan, "Well, I won't drink the Wangchen soup this time."
"Yes, we are waiting for the Lord of the Underworld to return after his tribulation."
Shen Yan nodded slightly, raised his head and walked towards the door of the Black Palace. As soon as he stepped over the threshold, he saw an endless abyss of nothingness.
"Lord, your soul-guiding tablet."
Chen Yan took the soul-guiding card handed over by Wu Lian, held it in his palm, and jumped into the endless abyss with an indifferent expression.
The ink-black robe fluttered, and the jade ring on the thumb suddenly shone brightly.