Urban Cultivation of Immortal Emperor Invincible

He raised his eyes and looked into the endless dark depths. His gaze seemed to be able to penetrate the layers of hell's maze and reach every place where sin was bred.

"As long as there is a trace of evil left in the underworld, I will take root here and shine the light of Buddha to cleanse the darkness."

After hearing these heartfelt words, Ye Chen slowly put his hands down and did not force it anymore.

He was filled with respect for Ksitigarbha's perseverance. At the same time, his thoughts drifted away, thinking about the chaotic and conflicting times in the past between the world of immortal cultivation and the world of fairies.

At that time, various forces were divided and used all kinds of conspiracies and schemes to compete for resources and territory.

Innocent lives were slaughtered, and immortal cultivators relied on their extraordinary powers to bully mortals at will.

Blood and sin permeate every inch of land, just like a canvas stained with ink, it is difficult to find a touch of pure bright color.

Until the way of heaven came with great power and unified the two worlds with its tremendous force, just like a scorching sun dispelling endless haze.

Its fair and selfless rules of judgment hang high in the air, like the sword of Damocles hanging over the heads of all living beings, restraining the words and actions of every living being.

Anyone who harbors evil thoughts will be punished by Heaven for the slightest movement. In the best case, their cultivation will be damaged, and in the worst case, their souls will be destroyed.

Over time, the intrigues gradually decreased, and everyone seemed to have their minds reshaped. They all regarded improving their cultivation and exploring the highest realm of cultivation as their only goal, and they worked hand in hand and made progress together on the journey of cultivation.

Even ordinary people who have no spiritual roots and are unable to practice cultivation can live and work in peace and contentment under the protection of heaven, without having to worry about their future from day to day as in the past.

The streets and alleys are filled with laughter, the smell of fireworks is strong, and the scene is peaceful.

"Ksitigarbha, look, the immortal world and the immortal cultivation world have been able to eliminate evil and promote good, so how can the underworld be an exception?"

Ye Chen raised his hand and pointed into the distance, as if he wanted to look through the border of the underworld and point to the fairyland and the world of immortal cultivation that were already on the right track.

“As long as we can control and contain the source, and completely eradicate the root of evil, the underworld can also be like them, with pure souls and no more evil.

By then, you will be able to stick to the great path and have a clear conscience, achieving the status of a Buddha. Isn't that the best of both worlds?"

When Ksitigarbha heard this, his expression changed, and a trace of thought flashed across his eyes. The ambition buried deep in his heart, like a dormant fire that had been quietly aroused by Ye Chen's words, showed signs of rekindling.

He looked at Ye Chen, and their eyes met. There seemed to be an invisible spark colliding, igniting a ray of hope in this cold and gloomy place in the underworld, which lasted for a long time.

It seems to be foreshadowing a revolutionary change that is about to begin in this land full of sorrow and sin.

Ye Chen was a free and easy-going person, and he respected the way of cultivation. Seeing that Ksitigarbha had made up his mind, he stopped trying to persuade him.

In his view, the path of spiritual practice is like the vast sky paved with stars. Everyone is a meteor pursuing a trajectory. The trajectory may be winding or straight, all of which are created by one's heart and choices, and others have no right to interfere.

He simply told Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva about the secrets of the underworld that were hidden deep in the shadows and little-known to people, as well as the subtle laws that govern the operation of the heavenly way.

His words were earnest and his eyes were sincere, as if he wanted to put all his expectations into these words, hoping that Ksitigarbha would one day be able to use his supreme power.

Cleanse the world of sin, find the pure and spotless path in your heart that you long for, and let the Buddha's light shine through every dark place.

When everything was settled, Ye Chen's aura subsided and turned into a stream of light, floating away silently from the lotus platform.

In a flash, he sank into the inky darkness of the underworld and headed straight towards Fengdu City.

When he reached the sky above the Forgotten River, his body suddenly stopped, as if he was pulled by an invisible force, suspended in mid-air, and fell into deep thought.

All the past scenes on Earth are slowly playing in my mind like old films.

On those quiet nights and at certain times of the year, the Milky Way is like a dreamy ribbon, stretching across the vast night sky, with stars shining brightly like gems inlaid on it.

It has been passed down from generation to generation in the world, and everyone says that it is a wonderful sight formed by the gathering and weaving of countless stars.

But now that he has experienced all realms and is well versed in the ways of cultivation, how could he still believe in such superficial sayings?

Perhaps, the Milky Way that once amazed the world was just the projection of the mysterious Milky Way in the world of immortal cultivation. The two transcend time and space and echo each other from afar.

Thinking of this, Ye Chen frowned, and his heart was filled with doubts, like a flood that broke through a dam, surging and surging.

In the fairyland, that place shrouded in clouds and mist above the nine heavens, he saw with his own eyes the rippling water, the shimmering waves yet concealing mysteries, like a sharp edge wrapped under a soft veil. Wherever it passed, the immortal stones and creatures all gave way in awe.

Stepping into the world of immortal cultivation, Weak Water transforms into a magnificent river in the sky, rushing between the mountains, rivers and the land.

When it comes to the underworld, it becomes the gloomy and enchanting Forgotten River. The river water is dark, as if hiding the whispers of countless resentful spirits, and flows with the sorrow and obsession accumulated over the years.

It’s the same weak water that runs through the three realms, but where is its end?

Could it be that these three realms are tied together tightly by this mysterious weak water, like a red thread stringing beads?

What kind of shocking secret is hidden behind this? The more he thought about it, the more his scalp tingled, as if he was in a foggy maze, surrounded by mysteries on all sides and unable to find the exit.

Ye Chen stood by the Wangchuan River, his figure like a sculpture, only his clothes dancing in the wind.

His eyes were closed, and his mind seemed like an endless canvas, freely sketching the contours of the world based on his past experiences.

The mountains, rivers, land, distribution of various realms, and winding course of the weak water all gradually become clear, but it is like looking at flowers in the fog, always separated by a layer.

As he was concentrating on thinking, the space in the distance distorted slightly, a powerful pressure spread like ripples, and the figure of Emperor Fengdu gradually appeared.

His black robe fluttered and a ghostly aura lingered around him, as if the Netherworld Devil had appeared in the world, yet he also exuded the majesty and solemnity of a man who controlled the order of the underworld.

"Master, what's troubling you?"

The voice of the King of Fengdu was like a loud bell, breaking the silence all around. He took a few steps forward and looked at Ye Chen with concern. Seeing that his face was solemn and his eyes were fixed on the Wangchuan River, he was full of doubts.

Ye Chen slowly opened his eyes, his thoughts still surging in his eyes. He raised his hand and pointed at the Wangchuan River under his feet. The dark river water seemed to sense the fluctuations of spiritual power at his fingertips, and a few strange ripples appeared.

"Emperor Fengdu, where is the other side of the Wangchuan River?"

His voice was slightly hoarse, revealing his determination to get to the bottom of things. His eyes were fixed on the Emperor of Fengdu, as if he wanted to find a clue from his expression.

When the King of Fengdu heard this, his thick eyebrows slightly raised, his expression became stern, and he lowered his head to look towards the Wangchuan River. His gaze seemed to travel through the long years and return to the journey of exploration in the past.

After a moment, he raised his eyes, his expression serious, and spoke slowly.

“Master Dao, countless years ago, I had the same idea as you. This river is like a giant dragon, winding endlessly and mysteriously unpredictable.

I was overwhelmed with emotion at that time, and was determined to find my way to the end. I spent many years following this gloomy river, passing through the fog of the underworld, and finally found the place that seemed to be the end point.

Ye Chen's eyes suddenly lit up, like a meteor in the dark night, and he asked anxiously.

"Where does it end then?"

He clenched his hands unconsciously, and the immortal energy around him vibrated faintly, causing the air around him to buzz, which showed his anxious anticipation.

The King of Fengdu shook his head helplessly, a wry smile appearing on his face, as if mocking his recklessness in the past, and sighing that the way of heaven is unfathomable.

"Master, you can say that I don't know."

He sighed and pointed into the distance.

“When I arrived, I saw a wall of air stretching across my eyes. The wall of air was like the chaos condensed when the world was first created. It was invisible and colorless, but it exuded a devastating pressure.

I circulated the Yin energy in my body to its extreme and summoned my own magic weapon, charging forward like an angry Vajra.

But every collision was like an ant trying to shake a tree. The wall of air did not move at all. Instead, I was shaken so much that my blood surged and I was almost seriously injured.

When my cultivation level increases and my knowledge broadens in the future, I will realize that it is actually the embodiment of the rules of heaven and the fundamental prohibition for the operation of all realms.

Not to mention myself back then, even now, with my dignity as the Emperor of the Underworld, I am like an ant in front of it and cannot be shaken at all.

Not to mention knowing where the river goes, it is like being swallowed by the heavens, becoming an unsolvable mystery."

After saying this, he looked gloomy and looked towards the end of the Forgotten River, his eyes full of unwillingness and awe.