Urban Cultivation of Immortal Emperor Invincible

Several other people also practiced their skills, and with Ye Chen's help, the quality of their skills continued to improve.

Du Ziren's "Blood Flame Hell Art" could originally only condense blood mist and dark power to hurt people, but now it can actually open up a blood flame hell, trapping the enemy inside and making them suffer the torture of purgatory.

Zhang Heng's "Ice Soul Mysterious Dark Sutra" has evolved from a simple icy attack into a peerless ice technique that can freeze time and space and seal the laws.

Zhao Wenhe's "Earth Prison-Suppressing Skill" allows him to reach the ultimate control over the land of the underworld. With a single thought, he can move mountains and seas and bury powerful enemies.

Yu Lei's "Platinum Shining Art" is even more brilliant. It has transformed from a defense-oriented technique into an invincible magic that combines offense and defense and can crush the stars.

After a period of contemplation, Emperor Fengdu and his companions increasingly felt the profundity and power of the new technique.

The shock in my heart cannot be described in words.

Only then did they completely understand that the supreme opportunity Ye Chen mentioned was not false.

At this moment, my heart is filled with gratitude.

Although they were forced to join the Heavenly Dao in the beginning, now they have such a heaven-defying opportunity, which is enough for them to break the shackles of fate and change their destiny.

There is even hope of stepping out of the underworld and heading towards a higher, more mysterious plane.

To explore the deeper mysteries and powers of the universe, the unwillingness and humiliation of the past are now quietly dissipating in the heart, turning into a fiery anticipation for the endless journey in the future.

Then, Ye Chen looked dignified, glanced at several people, and said solemnly.

“Now that you have entered my heavenly way, you must each perform your duties.

Emperor Fengdu and the Five Ghost Emperors, you must cooperate with the members of the Heavenly Dao and unify the entire underworld with all your strength. You must not slack off at all."

After saying this, he waved his sleeves, and jade slips emitting a chilling aura emerged and fell into the hands of several people.

“There are many powerful Yin-attributed spells recorded here. I hope you will study them carefully to improve the overall combat effectiveness of the underworld.

In the future, we will fight a decisive battle with the demons and create immortal achievements for the Way of Heaven and this chaotic universe!"

The King of Fengdu and his men hurriedly knelt on the ground to receive the order and shouted in unison.

"We will obey the orders of the Taoist master and fight to the death to live up to his trust!"

The voice echoed in the void, revealing firmness and determination, as if announcing that the underworld was about to usher in a huge change that would change the world.

After doing all this, Ye Chen's figure was as fast as lightning, his black robe rustling, and without stopping for a moment, with determination in his eyes, he rushed straight towards the place where Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva was.

In this mysterious, gloomy and quiet underworld, Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva is a famous figure who stands shoulder to shoulder with the King of Fengdu.

Like two of the brightest and most constant stars, they govern the laws of life and death and control the final destination of the soul.

Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva resides in the underworld, shouldering the important task of liberating souls and guiding them to reincarnation.

With compassion in mind, practicing the boundless Buddhist teachings is like a bright lamp that penetrates the darkness deep in the soul.

Cleanse the sins, purify the evil spirits, and give those lost souls the opportunity to start a new chapter.

That resounding oath - "I will not attain Buddhahood until hell is empty" - is like the sound of a huge bell, echoing through the ages and over every inch of the underworld.

It demonstrates his unwavering determination to save all sentient beings and his grand Buddhist philosophy.

This persistence and compassion made Ye Chen respectful, but also filled with a desire to explore. He was determined to meet this legendary Bodhisattva.

Ye Chen soared into the air from the towering city gate of Fengdu City, which was filled with an ancient aura of oppression.

The clouds and mist are surging under your feet, as if riding the waves of time and space, rushing straight towards the lotus platform of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva.

Looking down along the way, the underworld is like a strange, magnificent, grand and complex mysterious scroll slowly unfolding.

The Yama Palace is a gloomy palace that is pitch black and built of huge stones. The door of the palace is like the mouth of a giant beast, swallowing and spitting out souls coming and going all the time.

Inside the hall, the judge sat high up with the book of life and death spread out. With a tap of his pen, he decided the right and wrong, good and evil of every soul in their lifetime.

Once the verdict is announced, the unforgivable criminals will be escorted by the ghosts and dragged crying into the bottomless abyss of hell filled with endless pain and wailing.

When the gates of hell open, red-hot magma gushes out, and cold air and flames interweave, just like a purgatory of ice and fire. Sinners suffer in it to pay for their sins in their lifetime.

A kind soul, on the other hand, has a soft aura all over its body, perhaps because it has been compassionate and charitable throughout its life, or because it has made great contributions to the world.

They have the power to choose, they can choose to embark on the path of reincarnation, or they can stay in the underworld to serve and continue to protect the order of this land of the dead.

The reincarnated souls that filed out of the Yama Palace were like a group of lonely wild geese, with confused looks but full of expectations for a new life, and they staggered towards the Ghost Realm Castle.

The Ghost Realm Castle is like a giant beast standing on the wasteland of the underworld, and its walls are built of dark gray ancient bricks and stones.

Every brick and stone is engraved with the vicissitudes of time and the obsession of countless souls waiting for reincarnation. The mottled marks are like mysterious runes, telling stories of the past.

On the city wall, ghost lights fluttered and dim green light flickered, as if guiding the dead souls and warning people not to transgress the rules of reincarnation.

As you enter the city, you will find narrow streets crisscrossing like a maze.

On both sides of the street, there are densely packed small houses, all built with soul wood unique to the underworld. The material looks rotten and fragile, but it emits a strange glow and is as solid as ever.

The houses are simple and rustic in style, with sloping roofs. Some are covered with black scaly tiles, while others are intertwined with dark blue ghost vines, winding and coiling, revealing a unique vitality.

The space inside the house is cramped, with only a square cushion and a ghost-light lamp. The souls curl up inside, their eyes either empty or full of desire, quietly waiting for the call of fate.

On the street, the ghost catcher's figure was erratic, his black robe dragging on the ground, the iron chains in his hands rattling, and he shuttled between houses from time to time, checking the roster and selecting the lucky souls who had the opportunity to reincarnate.

These dead souls were led, with unsteady steps but full of longing, step by step towards the lotus platform.

The lotus platform, suspended in mid-air, is as white as jade and crystal clear, like a giant holy lotus blooming in the night sky of the underworld, with its petals spreading out layer by layer, flowing with golden Buddha light, soft and solemn.

Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva sits cross-legged in the center of the flower, with a solemn and majestic appearance.

He is dressed in a brocade robe, with Buddhist beads rotating in his hands and chanting sutras for the salvation of souls. The Sanskrit sounds are like the gurgling of a stream.

It is also like a gentle breeze blowing through the forest, flowing into the heart of every soul waiting to be reborn, washing away the last trace of obsession and filth left over from the world.

After the salvation ceremony, the souls seemed to be reborn, emitting pure light all over their bodies, like star fragments, floating towards the New Life Valley.

In the New Life Valley, the fog is shrouded in mist, exuding a mysterious atmosphere. The flowers and plants are swaying, but they are not of this earthly appearance. They are all created by the condensation of soul power and sparkle with dreamy colors.

Passing through the New Life Valley, the Hall of Resurrection stands before your eyes. The hall is magnificent with carved beams and painted buildings, and it is filled with a strong sense of vitality.

Here, the dead souls reshape their memories of past lives, weave new bonds, and make final preparations to enter reincarnation.

Finally, they arrived at the Hall of Samsara, the doors of which were wide open, like a mysterious entrance to the endless universe.

The hall was filled with bright light, and a deep and long reincarnation tunnel extended at the end.

Lights and shadows flickered in the tunnel, which was a microcosm of the vast universe and countless time and space, and the souls of the dead filed in one after another.

The body gradually melts into the light, beginning an unknown but hopeful journey of reincarnation.

At this point, the entire layout of the underworld is fully presented, demonstrating the justice of heaven, the cycle of life, and the magnificent order of endless reproduction.

As Ye Chen thought about all this, his awe of the operation of the underworld grew deeper and deeper, but his steps did not pause for a moment, and he continued to move forward towards the depths of the Buddha's light on the lotus platform.