Urban Cultivation of Immortal Emperor Invincible

He felt that the souls of those who died unjustly were watching him through the tombstone, trying to drag him into an endless abyss of darkness.

Ye Chen's brows were tightly furrowed, as if they could hold back the flying dust in the sky. His heart was like a vast ocean in a strong wind, with turbulent waves that were difficult to calm.

The dim afterglow slanted across his face, but could not illuminate the gloom and uneasiness in his deep eyes.

The land beneath his feet was no longer the familiar mortal world, but the legendary forbidden land - the Road to the Underworld, an existence that made all creatures in the three realms feel fear and tremble in their souls when they talked about it.

This road is not paved with ordinary stones or sand, but is formed by the sorrow and unwillingness of countless dead souls.

With every step he took, he could feel the call from the abyss, as if countless hands were pulling at his clothes, trying to drag him into the endless darkness.

There was an indescribable fragrance in the air, which was neither the scent of flowers nor the scent of grass and trees. It was the smell of death, cold and pungent, piercing the heart.

Ye Chen knew very well that he was embarking on a road of no return, a mysterious passage connecting life and death, the human world and the underworld.

Every legend about the Road to the Underworld is like a ghost in the dark night, carrying the chill of death and telling of endless suffering and despair.

This is the dark corridor that the souls of all living beings in the world have to pass through after the fire of life is extinguished. It is the dividing line between life and death, and also the turning point of fate.

In his mind, a picture gradually emerged at the end of the Yellow Springs Road - it was an ancient and solemn palace.

The Hall of Yama, a place that symbolizes the ultimate judgment.

There, there is no warmth, no forgiveness, only endless majesty and cruelty.

The throne of the King of Hell hung high above the hall, shining with golden light, yet exuding an unquestionable murderous aura.

Every soul that steps into this place will accept the final judgment of fate before the great god who dominates life and death.

Or reincarnation, carrying fragments of memories from the previous life, entering a new cycle.

Or they will fall into hell forever, paying for their sins in endless pain and torture.

Everything is just a matter of thought. The will of the King of Hell is the most inviolable law in the world.

Ye Chen took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down.

He knew that what awaited him ahead was not only unknown fear and danger, but also the ultimate test of his own faith and courage.

But even though the road ahead is long and full of dangers, he must keep going, because at the end of this road.

Perhaps it holds the answer he has been looking for, the key to unlocking the biggest mystery in his mind.

However, the legend was only a vague description after all, and he knew nothing about the true layout and hidden dangers inside the Yellow Springs Road.

At this moment, he stood at the starting point of the Yellow Springs Road, with both fear of the unknown and persistence in exploration in his heart.

He is the Immortal Emperor and possesses supreme power, but in front of this mysterious Yellow Springs Road, he felt his own insignificance for the first time.

Ye Chen took a deep breath, trying to calm his slightly panicked mood, then took a step forward resolutely, walking towards the depths of the Yellow Springs Road full of unknowns.

However, as soon as he raised his foot, a heavy pressure as if coming from the depths of the universe instantly hit him.

He felt as if his entire body was being pressed down by a mountain that was bigger than the world, and every inch of his skin was bearing unimaginable weight.

It felt like the gravity of the entire universe was concentrated on him at this moment.

His legs seemed to be deeply embedded in the ground by millions of steel nails, and every step he took exhausted all his strength.

It felt like trudging through sticky mud, fighting against strong resistance with every move.

Moreover, the further we go, the stronger the feeling of heaviness becomes.

It was as if countless pairs of invisible hands reached out from all directions, tightly grasped his limbs and dragged him mercilessly.

Every step seemed to challenge the limits of life and death, trying to keep him in this dark abyss forever.

Even though Ye Chen possessed the cultivation of an Immortal Emperor, he still felt unprecedented difficulty under the influence of this mysterious power.

Dense beads of sweat gradually seeped out of his forehead, and those beads of sweat flickered faintly in the dim light.

It was like the only remaining ray of hope in the darkness, but it was soon frozen into ice beads by the surrounding coldness, slid down his cheeks, fell to the ground and shattered into powder.

His brows were tightly knitted together, and a trace of solemnity flashed in his eyes.

He knew that there must be some powerful restrictions hidden here, which was absolutely incomparable to ordinary places.

So, he stopped immediately, closed his eyes, and concentrated all his mental energy to feel the source of the heavy pressure on himself.

He could clearly feel that the dark aura around him was like a surging black tide, rushing towards him wave after wave, and then tightly wrapping around him like a python.

Every breath was like an icy iron chain, carrying the chill of death, tightening continuously, trying to tear his soul out of his body.

Moreover, he noticed that there seemed to be an invisible will in this space, and this will was like a god that dominated everything.

It exuded a suffocating pressure that echoed with the dark aura, forming an irresistible force that put pressure on him together.

He felt like a small boat in the storm, which could be completely destroyed at any time.

Ye Chen stood there quietly, like a stone sculpture forgotten by time, his thoughts running as fast as lightning and thunder.

He desperately searched for any clues about this situation in his vast treasure trove of knowledge, not missing any possible clues.

Every thought was like a star twinkling in the darkness. Although weak, it brought him a glimmer of hope.

After a long period of painful and difficult thinking, he finally found a clue deep in his memory and understood the reason.

This is a restriction unique to Huangquan Road. Only those with yin aura can pass through this road.

Although his own aura contains dark attributes, it is still fundamentally different from the pure yin attributes required here, so it is suppressed so strongly.

After understanding the reason, Ye Chen slowly raised his hands and began to make complex and mysterious hand seals.

His fingers were like elves dancing in the dark, his movements were light and precise, and every gesture seemed to be writing an ancient and mysterious spell.

As the seal was pinched, the originally calm immortal power in his body began to roar and gallop in his meridians like an awakened ancient beast.

Immortal power surged in his body like a river, making bursts of low roars, which sounded like a roar from deep within the earth.

Ye Chen carefully guided the spiritual energy towards specific meridians. These meridians were like an intricate network, spreading throughout his body.

And immortal power is the blood of life flowing in this network.

He first concentrated his spiritual power in his dantian, which was the core of his power. It was like the center of the universe, emitting a brilliant and mysterious light.

The immortal power began to rotate rapidly in the Dantian, getting faster and faster, gradually forming a huge vortex.

There was an intense light shining in the center of the vortex, as dazzling as the sun, illuminating a small area inside his body and making him feel a little warmth in the darkness.

Then, he controlled the spiritual energy to slowly move upward from Dantian along the Ren Mai, which is a meridian full of vitality.

Immortal power flows through it, as if crossing a vibrant river of life.

When the immortal power passed through the Danzhong point, it paused slightly, as if paying tribute to this important checkpoint in the human body palace.

Then continue to move forward without hesitation, rush through the throat and reach the Baihui point.

At the Baihui acupoint, the immortal power seemed to have encountered an insurmountable mountain. The strong resistance made Ye Chen's face turn as pale as snow.

He clenched his teeth and increased the output of his spiritual power. Veins bulged on his forehead and his eyes flashed with determination.