In this dangerous place of death, Mu Yu, Ren Hua and Yang Xian met the guards of the underworld as soon as they stepped into this mysterious place. They were a group of cold-blooded killers wearing black robes and expressionless faces. Their eyes were full of indifference and cruelty.
Ren Hua's broken arm was bleeding profusely, and his face was as pale as snow, but he did not flinch. He gritted his teeth tightly, covered the wound with one hand, and brandished his sword with the other hand, looking firmly ahead.
Mu Yu was also injured. Her left leg was injured by the hidden weapon of the underworld guard. Every step she took was in unbearable pain. But she did not give up. She held the staff tightly with trembling hands, and every chant was filled with firm determination.
Yang Xian was also covered in scars and his clothes were stained red with blood, but he was not afraid. His eyes were full of anger and determination. He waved the sword in his hand and fought against the underworld guards to the end.
The three of them fought with all their strength against the underworld guards, and every attack cost them a great deal. But in the end, they successfully defeated the underworld guards at the cost of Ren Hua's broken arm.
On the road deep into the dead place, Mu Yu led Ren Hua and Yang Xian, following the ancient traces of battle, step by step towards the unknown abyss. This road is full of solemnity and silence, as if it is a passage to hell. Bodies can be seen everywhere, either lying alone or leaning against the wall, as if telling the story of past battles and their sacrifices.
The eyes of Ren Hua and Yang Xian wandered around in the dead air, showing fear of the unknown and cherishing life. What they saw was no longer a familiar scene, but a world full of death and blood. This is a once lively land, but now it has become a Shura field.
Mu Yu walked in silence, his heart filled with grief and anger. He saw men in earthly garb, their bodies lying silently on the ground, as if to tell him that they had been here before, and had paid a heavy price. His heart was filled with respect and condolences for those who had sacrificed their lives in search of the truth.
He took a deep breath and stepped forward firmly. He knew he couldn't stop, he had to keep going. He wants to find the truth and find answers for those who died. He wants to use his own way to announce their existence and their courage to the world.
Mu Yu and Ren Hua went deep into the place of death. The deeper they went, the more they felt the fragility and helplessness of life. The surroundings were filled with groans of pain and a breath of despair, which made people shudder. They found that there were a large number of people here, but everyone was more or less injured, exhausted, or dying, which made people think of the brutal attacks by the Hell Guards they encountered.
The injuries of these people varied. Some were beaten to pieces by powerful force, some were cut all over by sharp weapons, and some wounds had even turned black. They were obviously affected by evil forces. Mu Yu and Ren Hua couldn't help but feel nervous. They knew that those who could survive the attack of the underworld guards were definitely not ordinary characters.
The atmosphere here is very depressing and full of death. Mu Yu and Ren Hua felt their heartbeats getting louder and louder, as if they were about to jump out of their chests. Their nerves are tense, always ready to deal with sudden dangers.
In this place, life seems to have become extremely fragile, and any slight disturbance may become a fatal threat. Mu Yu and Ren Hua knew that they must remain vigilant in order to successfully pass through this dangerous zone.
In front of Mu Yu, a huge portal stretched across the endless night. It was an ancient and solemn stone door, with various strange and ancient symbols carved on it. These symbols shone with cold light, as if telling an ancient and mysterious power.
There are three large characters inlaid on the door. Each character seems to be written in thick ink. The contrast is sharp with black characters on a white background. People can recognize the three characters at a glance - Gate of Hell.
These three words magnified in Mu Yu's eyes. They were not just ink-colored handwriting, but more like some kind of deep, ancient memory, an indescribable feeling. As he stood there, a cold and ancient aura hit his face, carrying a sense of deathly silence and eerie terror. All of this confirmed his suspicion - this was the way to the underworld.
His eyes wandered over the words "Gate of Hell", and an unspeakable emotion surged in his heart. He already knew that this was the road to the underworld. This is an ancient legend, a long history, and an unchangeable reality. His hand gently touched the cold stone door, his heart filled with awe and expectation.
People from all over the world gathered in a huge circle. They were all elites with various powers and backgrounds. They were intensively discussing how to enter the mysterious gate of hell.
"We need a disciple of the underworld." An old man from China said solemnly, "Only they can break the seal and let us enter the gate of hell." His eyes revealed deep worry. Obviously, they did not have such God disciple.
"This is impossible." A Western mystic in a robe retorted, "We don't have time to find an underworld god, and even if we find one, the seal of the hell gate is not so easy to break."
"What should we do?" a young man asked anxiously, "We need those resources."
They were silent for a moment, each thinking of a solution. Suddenly, a slender figure walked out of the crowd. It was a young woman. She held an ancient spell in her hand, which was passed down from the ancient underworld.
"Maybe we can try this," she said softly.
Everyone looked at her, her eyes were firm and honest, and the charm in her hand was shining slightly. Although her proposal gave them hope, everyone knew that it was not easy to open the seal of hell.
People seemed to be trapped in a dark fog, confused and frightened. All eyes were focused on the girl who suddenly appeared. She is like a light, shining a glimmer of hope in the darkness of despair.
The girl is dressed in ancient costumes, her gait is calm and elegant, like an orchid in the mountains, blooming alone. She held a domino in her hand, and the domino was engraved with the word "地". This word seemed to be given life, emitting a weak but firm light. This light is like a call that has traveled through thousands of years, creating a strange resonance with the surrounding ghost gates.
The word "地" in the domino seems to have substance in the air, as if it is drawing an invisible road in the air. This road is invisible, but people can feel that it starts from the gate of hell and extends outwards to the unknown distance.
Everyone gathered around a young girl, their eyes full of curiosity and doubt. The girl's jade hands were holding tightly a seemingly ordinary domino. The domino was slightly pale in the dim light, and had some indecipherable symbols engraved on it, as if telling an unknown story.
"What's going on?" A man finally couldn't help asking, "Where did this domino come from?"
The girl raised her head, her eyes filled with a deep brilliance that did not match her age. She spoke calmly, with an imperceptible tremor in her voice: "This is a sign that a woman took out before she came to the gate of hell."
"The gate of hell?" someone exclaimed, "You mean, this domino came from the underworld?"
The girl nodded, and her hand that was holding the dominoes loosened slightly, revealing a trace of skin as white as jade. "Yes," she said, "after the woman returned, the sign was left behind."
Everyone was in an uproar, some were frightened, some were curious, and some were dubious. They looked at the dominoes in the girl's hands and seemed to see the secrets of another world.
"Who is that woman? Why did she choose this brand?" an old man asked.
The girl's face was calm, and she walked firmly towards the gate of hell. Each step was like striking a loud note on the ancient stone slab. Her appearance gave people hope, as if they had found guidance in the endless darkness.
The gloomy gate to the underworld is like a huge black hole, standing quietly in the void. It was an ancient door, engraved with traces of time, and seemed to tell countless past histories. It is the gate of hell, the entrance to the underworld, and the destination of all the dead.
Suddenly, the door of the underworld was knocked heavily, shaking the surrounding air, and even the boundless darkness seemed to be shaken by the sound. It is an ancient and mysterious language that seems to be telling the lament of the dead. Every knock seems to summon those lost souls and guide them back to the end of this world.
As the door trembled, dominoes separated from the door, circling and flying in the air as if they were alive. They are symbols of life and death. These dominoes are constantly integrated into the gates of hell, as if weaving a mysterious ritual to guide the power of the underworld to the human world.
As the dominoes merged, a powerful Yin Qi burst out from the gate of the underworld, filling the entire space instantly like thousands of ghosts leaving their nests. It was a bone-chilling chill, a heavy dead silence, and an endless fear. This is the breath from the underworld, the smell of death, and endless darkness.
With the explosion of Yin Qi, the door to the underworld slowly opened, revealing the world behind the mysterious door. There is the abyss of darkness, the kingdom of the dead, and the end of life. When the door opened, all the sounds disappeared, leaving only dead silence.
The atmosphere here is solemn and cold, as if all life has been frozen. People walked tremblingly in the dead silence, their footsteps as light as fallen leaves, as if any sound might break the quiet balance.
This is a gloomy and desolate place. There is no starlight in the black sky. There is only eternal darkness like a huge throat-eating beast, swallowing all the light in one gulp. Deep cracks opened in the earth, like the entrance to hell, ready to swallow all life at any time.
In this dead world, a city actually appeared. This city is like an island forgotten by time, standing in the endless darkness. The city wall is tall and thick, as if telling the endless years it has experienced. The city gate is closed, as if its owner has left, leaving behind empty streets and silent echoes.
Although the city looked lonely and deserted, people decided to enter it. They may be looking for a way out, or hope. But no matter what they are looking for, they know that the road ahead is full of unknowns and dangers. Therefore, they moved forward cautiously, as if walking on thin ice, and they might fall into the icy abyss at any time.
As they walked deeper into the city, they discovered that the city was much more complicated than they imagined. The streets are criss-crossed like a maze, and the tall buildings are like silent stone monsters, guarding this forgotten world.
Although people are troubled by this dead darkness, they still persevere in looking for a way out. They support and encourage each other, looking for a glimmer of hope for survival in the depths of this dead city.
Time seemed to have stopped flowing, and only deep fear and boundless darkness accompanied them. But even so, they still didn't give up. They found secret passages one after another in this city and explored unknown worlds one after another.
The walls of this city are made of black bricks and tower into the sky, as if to separate the realms of Yin and Yang. There are old iron chains hanging on the city gate, and each iron chain seems to carry endless years and past.
The world inside the city gate was shrouded in boundless darkness and cold atmosphere. There is no sun, moon or starlight here, only eternal darkness and coldness. The streets are wide and ancient, and the bluestone pavement is full of historical wear marks and mysterious totems that cannot be deciphered. The surrounding buildings are tall and mysterious, as if telling ancient and strange stories.
Suddenly, there was a commotion in the city. The miserable and harsh cries seemed to be announcing some ominous omen. A strange atmosphere suddenly filled the originally quiet street.
The worldly people appeared at the city gate, and their arrival was like a wave stirring up a strong wind, disturbing the silent city. Their intrusion seemed to have touched some ancient taboo, causing countless pale-faced humanoid creatures to appear in the city.
These humanoid creatures have stiff bodies and expressionless faces. Their eyes are hollow and deep, as if they can see into people's souls. Their movements were mechanical and repetitive, like cursed puppets. When they saw human beings, a strange light flashed in their eyes, which seemed to be excitement or resentment.
The mortals were surrounded by these pale humanoid creatures, and their movements became slow and stiff, as if they were also infected by the strange atmosphere of this city. Their eyes were full of fear and confusion, and they didn't know what was waiting for them.
In the huge black city, the people in the world are like drifting boats, small and insignificant. Mu Yu, Ren Hua and Yang Xian were like twinkling stars in this vast sea of people, walking alone on their own paths and silently observing everything around them.
They blended in with the crowd, with no specific goals and no preset routes. Their steps were like swaying catkins, swaying gently in the breeze. Their eyes were like ripples on the lake, quietly reflecting everything around them. They did not intend to go to the front row to test, but just drifted with the flow in the crowded streets and allowed fate to guide them.
At this time, people in the world have come into contact with the humanoid creatures in this black city. Those creatures lurk in the shadows of the city like shadows, emerging from hidden corners only under the cover of night. Their faces were like stone statues eroded by time, cold and hard, without any human emotion or warmth. Their gazes were like the cold wind in winter, cold and penetrating.
In this desolate place called Black City, there stands a humanoid creature. He is tall and has a gloomy face, as if he is carved from dark stone. He claims to be the guardian of the ancient tribe of the underworld, and exudes an ancient and mysterious aura.
He stood in front of an ancient building that looked like it was made of bones and stone, full of traces of time. He called it the Gate of Hell, and now, this pass has been closed for thousands of years.
He looked at the earthly person who suddenly appeared in front of him, with a trace of surprise in his eyes. He originally thought that no one in this world could find this place. However, now a mortal has come to his territory.
He slowly approached this earthly man, each step seeming to span a thousand years of history. He took a deep look at her, and then spoke slowly: "Welcome to the world of the ancient tribes of the underworld, earthly people. Although this is your misfortune, your arrival may be the will of God. The gate of hell has been closed for thousands of years. It’s been a long time, I didn’t expect that someone from this world would come here today.”
Mu Yu suddenly heard the voice of the ancient tribe of the underworld, which was a low and distant call coming from eternity. His heart froze, and his thoughts instantly traveled through time and space, as if he saw the seal from a thousand years ago, and the fate that was exactly the same as that of the Eastern God.
There were ripples in his heart, the seal from a thousand years ago, what does this mean? It was an unknown secret, sealed in the dust of the years, but he, Mu Yu, was being led, step by step, towards the core of this secret.
He closed his eyes, his mind racing, thinking about the unknown force, that unknown force, which was powerful and ruthless, sealed the ancient tribe of the underworld, and also affected the fate of the Eastern God lineage. He could feel that he was inextricably linked to all of this, as if a huge web of fate tightly bound him to the world.
There seemed to be a torrent in Mu Yu's heart. He could clearly feel his heartbeat speeding up and his blood seeming to boil. The words of the ancient tribe of the underworld echoed in his ears, and the phrase "sealed by an unknown force a thousand years ago" made him fall into deep contemplation.
