Urban Cultivation of Immortal Emperor Invincible

His eyes were as sharp as a knife, seemingly able to see through all falsehood and deception. No one's thoughts could be hidden from his gaze.

Beside him, several judges stood solemnly, holding the Book of Life and Death in their hands, writing with their pens, recording the cycle of life and death of all things in the world.

Their eyes were firm and calm, and they had long been accustomed to such heavy responsibilities.

Outside the Yama Palace, countless souls were lined up quietly. Their faces looked different, some were terrified, some were calm, and some were confused and helpless.

In the dim light of the ghostly fire, these souls appeared extremely pale and transparent, and a gust of wind could blow them away.

The entire Yama Palace is shrouded in a solemn and mysterious atmosphere, which makes people shudder.

King Yama and the judges are like gods who control the cycle of life and death. They quietly examine these souls and decide their fate.

They silently waited for the judgment of King Yama and the Judge, their hearts filled with anxiety and uneasiness.

The judges sat solemnly, holding the heavy book of life and death in their hands. As their pens moved, every dot and stroke outlined the journey and fate of each soul in meticulous detail.

Their gazes were like the cold wind on a winter night, sharp and far-reaching, able to easily penetrate layers of fog and reach the most hidden corners of every soul.

As the judges pronounced their sentences solemnly, smiles of relief gradually appeared on the faces of some souls.

They knew that their kindness and integrity in their lifetime had been fairly recognized, and next, they would embark on a journey towards light and peace.

However, there were also some souls whose faces turned as pale as paper and their whole bodies trembled the moment they heard the verdict.

They knew very well that their past crimes and mistakes had already been exposed by the judges, and they could no longer escape the severe judgment from the King of Hell.

Their future is destined to be dark and painful.

In this mysterious and solemn place of judgment, every soul is experiencing a different fate and destination.

The judges continued their work, using the magic pen to record the past and future of every soul.

Following the judge's order, some souls were escorted to deep underground, which was the entrance to the eighteen levels of hell.

In the depths of hell, flames were like raging beasts, devouring every inch of land wantonly. The flames were dancing wildly, wanting to devour everything.

The evil spirits' shrill roars echoed in the sea of ​​fire. Their voices were like torn cold wind, sharp and piercing.

The sound of the chains being dragged was dull and heavy, like the footsteps of death, slowly striking at the heartstrings of every soul.

The flames crackled, and every leap seemed to mock the suffering souls.

These convicted souls were mercilessly thrown into this sea of ​​hellfire like abandoned dolls.

The soul wails in endless pain, and the sound is full of despair and regret, as if it wants to pay for the sins of the previous life one by one.

Ye Chen stood at the top of it all, his eyes closed, but the whole world trembled under his control.

An inexplicable power surged in his heart. That power was strong and cruel, like the judge of hell, mercilessly punishing every guilty soul.

His existence is the master of this hell, and his every thought can make the whole world tremble.

He stood there quietly, feeling every bit of pain and wailing in the sea of ​​fire. That was his strength and also his responsibility.

In this hell full of horror and misery, Ye Chen is the king who controls everything.

His presence made the fire more intense and made those guilty souls feel the pain more deeply.

With a slight movement of his mind, the mountains in the distance began to move slowly, as if they were given life.

And every corner of this world, whether it is the magnificent buildings in the world of gods or the gloomy hell in the underworld, are clearly presented in his mind.

He can clearly sense the existence of every life, hear their voices, and see their actions.

He can even appear anywhere in this world at will, no matter it is thousands of feet high in the sky or deep in the sea, all in a moment.

The whole world began to move slowly under Ye Chen's will, like a precision instrument, with every component working in an orderly manner under his control.

The spiritual energy of the immortal world began to gather, forming spiritual energy vortices that were visible to the naked eye. They circled in the sky, nourishing the creatures on this land.

The spiritual power of the fairy world is so rich that it is almost condensed into liquid, flowing on every inch of land, greatly accelerating the speed at which the cultivators in the fairy world improve their cultivation.

The divine power of the divine world has reached a terrifying level. It is omnipresent and pervasive, as if the entire divine world is wrapped in a huge divine power field.

In the underworld, King Yama sits in the Yama Palace with a sharp gaze, judging every soul that comes.

The judges were busy recording, while the flames of hell were burning fiercely, constantly devouring the guilty souls.

After a period of careful revision, Ye Chen was finally satisfied with the world he created.

At this moment, he was standing in the void, overlooking the magnificent and colorful world below.

The four realms of cultivation, immortality, gods, and the eerie and mysterious underworld are intertwined to form a vast universe.

The spiritual energy vortex of the world of immortal cultivation rotates in the air like a colorful ribbon, embellishing the entire interface with a dreamlike look.

Among the fairy mountains and pavilions in the fairyland, fairy mist is lingering, cranes are soaring, and the whole place is peaceful and tranquil.

The temples in the divine realm tower into the clouds, shining brightly with divine light, which makes people feel awe.

In the underworld, there are gusts of cold wind and flickering ghost lights, but there is also a strange sense of order.

Just as Ye Chen was looking at his masterpiece that he was satisfied with, suddenly, the whole world was shaking violently, as if the sky was collapsing and the earth was splitting apart.

Soon after, the entire world began to slowly dissipate. The four realms of cultivation, immortality, gods, and the underworld all collapsed and disintegrated, turning into streams of light that dissipated into the endless void.

Ye Chen was horrified. He quickly concentrated his mind and tried to stabilize this world that was about to collapse.

However, no matter how hard he tried, the world seemed to be swallowed up by an invisible force and could not stop its trend of collapse.

The spiritual energy vortex in the world of immortal cultivation began to become chaotic, and the colorful ribbons instantly became dim and eventually turned into nothingness.

The fairy mountains and pavilions in the fairy world turned into dust in the collapse, the fairy mist dissipated, and the fairy cranes disappeared into the air with mournful cries.

The temple of the gods collapsed with a roar, and the bright divine light gradually dimmed until it disappeared without a trace.

The Yama Palace in the underworld was shattered into pieces by the vibration. The figures of King Yama and the judges became blurred in the shaking and finally disappeared in the chaos.

Ye Chen suddenly opened his eyes, and the scene in front of him stunned him for a moment.

The colorful and vibrant world has disappeared without a trace, replaced by an endless, pure and flawless white.

He stretched out his fingers and gently touched the void in front of him, as if he could still feel the temperature and texture of the world just now.

However, those gorgeous pictures and those vibrant lives have disappeared like a dream bubble.

Ye Chen slowly stood up and looked around, feeling an indescribable sense of loss and confusion in his heart.

Just now, he was in that dreamlike world of cultivating immortals, feeling the ethereal atmosphere of the immortal world, witnessing the solemn and sacred scenes of the divine world, and even exploring the gloomy and mysterious underworld.

Those experiences seem to be still vivid in my mind, yet they disappear without a trace like passing clouds.

He frowned, trying to clear his thoughts.

What on earth has happened to this world? Why has it suddenly become so desolate and lonely?

Ye Chen took a deep breath and tried to calm his inner turmoil.