Begin from the original form of torture and become immortal

Chapter 1293: Black eats black, the strong eat the weak, we are professional
After all, he is a true immortal. Although the land immortals are only one imperial edict away from being immortals, they are just ordinary immortals, not immortals of the level of the Arhat Subduing the Dragon.

Even if he can't use his magic power, he is still stronger than his opponent.

Unfortunately, that brief peace was as fleeting as the morning dew. Before Ji Dian could relax even a bit, the cruelty of fate was revealed once again.

When he hurried back, his heart full of plans for the future and a barely perceptible sense of relief, what caught his eyes were the cold bodies of Zhu Dachang and Xiaoyu, lying there quietly, silently telling of the passing of life.

"how so!"

Ji Dian trembled with disbelief.

His eyes lost focus instantly, as if all his strength had been drained away by an invisible force.

Having just experienced a thrilling struggle and finally calmed down a storm, I didn’t expect that a new storm would come in such a cruel way in the blink of an eye.

An indescribable sadness and anger surged in Ji Dian's heart. He clenched his fists, his nails digging deeply into his palms, as if this could alleviate the pain and unwillingness in his heart.

He had originally planned to investigate the mastermind behind all this and uncover the conspiracy hidden in the dark once this matter was over.

However, reality told him in the cruelest way that time waits for no one and fate never gives him a chance to breathe.

"wrong!"

On the edge of despair, a glimmer of determination flashed in Ji Dian's eyes.

He suddenly realized that although his life in the world of the living had ended, in the underworld, everything was still undecided.

As long as they can rescue Zhu Dachang and Xiaoyu before King Yama makes his judgment, they may still have a chance of survival.

This thought was like a ray of light that penetrated the haze in Ji Dian's heart and gave him the strength to move forward.

Ji Dian’s golden body has not been returned yet. We must act without delay, or else something bad may happen!
He used his magical powers to travel between the worlds of yin and yang.

Chang Wei's figure quietly appeared where he disappeared.

"It's really hard to die so quickly. It's really linked together. Black Rakshasa is going to kill Ji Dian with his personality..."

On the side, Esdeath listened curiously, even though she didn't understand.

There was a gleam of excitement in her eyes, and she was full of curiosity and desire to challenge the "Black Rakshasa" mentioned by Chang Wei.

"Chang Wei, I want to see that Black Rakshasa. Is he really that powerful? How does he compare to the Chakravartin?"

There was a hint of urgency in Esdeath's voice. She was eager to fight. After enjoying a few days of comfortable life, Esdeath felt itchy all over.

Chang Wei glanced in the direction of the underworld.

"…probably not as good as the Chakravartin."

"Then let's go and take a look!"

There was a hint of excitement and eagerness that was hard to conceal in Esdeath's words, and her eyes sparkled with curiosity and desire for the unknown world.

She couldn't wait to challenge this black Rakshasa.

Chang Wei looked at Esdeath's fighting spirit and smiled, not refusing. He knew that for Esdeath, fighting and challenges were the whole meaning of her life.

So, Chang Wei took Esdeath and instantly crossed the boundary between the Yin and Yang worlds and came to the edge of the underworld.

The underworld is a dead realm beyond the mortal world. There is no noise and prosperity of the human world, only endless silence and depth.

There is an indescribable mist between heaven and earth. It seems to have existed here since ancient times and never dissipates all year round, covering this land with a mysterious and strange veil.

In the fog, a blood moon hung high in the sky. That blood moon was different from the full moon on earth. It emitted a faint red light, penetrating the gray fog, and casting a strange and dark light on the land, adding a bit of gloom and horror to this dead world.

On the earth, steep mountains and rivers stretch endlessly, as if they are the most primitive sculptures of nature, and each one reveals the vicissitudes and ruthlessness of time.

The steep cliffs point to the sky like swords, the bloody abyss is bottomless, and swamps and wetlands are scattered throughout, forming a series of heart-pounding pictures.

The howling wind swept in from all directions, bringing with it a biting chill and the breath of death. All the ghosts were silent, as if they were chanting an ancient ghost song for this land. It had the beauty of the underworld and was awe-inspiring.

On a winding stone road, scattered ghosts gathered from all directions.

They had dull faces and lifeless eyes, as if they had lost all emotions and memories. Only empty shells remained, moving forward under the guidance of the ghost.

Among these ghosts, some are dressed in rags, obviously having suffered a lot in their lifetime; others are dressed in gorgeous clothes, but still cannot hide their inner despair and fear.

If they were not those who held great resentment or had deep obsessions, they would all obey the ghost's arrangements without any complaints or questions, and would just mechanically walk towards the Forgotten River, as if that was their final destination.

As Esdeath and Chang Wei moved forward, the front suddenly opened up, and a gravel plain covered with muddy swamps came into view. This plain was dry and desolate, and under the mist, it added a bit of blood and weirdness.

Swampy mud was scattered throughout the area, and poisonous smoke gurgled out from time to time. The smoke was mixed with a pungent smell that made people want to vomit.

In front of the plain was the legendary city of the dead. The city walls towered into the sky, built of huge black stones, and seemed indestructible.

The city gates were closed, and all kinds of strange patterns were carved on them, and it seemed that each pattern told a tragic story.

Anyone who died unjustly and held a grudge in their heart would be locked up in this city until they saw with their own eyes the person who murdered them get the retribution they deserved and their grudge faded away. Only then would they be taken away by the ghost messenger and rewarded or punished based on their good and evil deeds in their lifetime.

"Where is Black Rakshasa?"

Esdeath lost interest after watching for a while. She didn't even feel afraid, even though she knew this was the world of the dead.

"there."

Chang Wei pointed in a direction. Esdeath looked in the direction of Chang Wei's finger and saw a shocking scene.

It was a gigantic monster about ten meters tall, with a green face, fangs, horns on its head, and a suffocating evil aura emanating from its body.

In its hand, it held a black chain, at the end of which were dragging two confused souls - Xiaoyu and Zhu Dachang.

At this time, Ji Dian had already found Black Rakshasa and was negotiating with him.

Chang Wei and Esdeath were very polite. They did not disturb others while they were doing business. They waited until they finished the business and then snatched the golden body from Black Rakshasa. It would be so much fun.

The Black Rakshasa quickly kicked Ji Dian away and snatched away his golden body.

(End of this chapter)