Simultaneous travel: Starting from returning to the main god space.

Chapter 324 Black Myth, Starting with Flames (Seeking monthly votes! Seeking further subscriptions!)

The sun sets on the mortal world, its rays like blood.

The afterglow of the setting sun spilled down from the sky, turning the originally scorched and dark Flaming Mountain into a deep orange-red.

At this moment, this mountain range, which is said to have been formed by the fire of Laozi's Bagua Furnace, resembles a withered giant beast, lurking on the earth.

The crimson rocks are exposed, like wounds torn open in the earth, flowing with scalding magma, just like their owner, telling of endless vicissitudes and anger.

At the foot of the mountain, in the ash forest, three shirtless, ugly figures, each wielding a machete, patrolled the mountain together.

They are the Yin soldiers and warriors summoned from the underworld by the land deity of Flaming Mountain. They are the most numerous and lowest-ranking underworld soldiers. They are required to perform many tasks to maintain the operation of hell and enjoy the blessing of working 007 all year round, which is even more arduous than that of cattle and horses.

Therefore, these strongmen were extremely happy to be summoned to the mortal world by the land of the Flaming Mountain to serve as messengers.

After all, the Flaming Mountain is not hell, so there aren't that many trivial matters to do. Usually, they are only responsible for patrolling and guarding the mountain. Compared to life in hell, it's practically no different from taking a vacation.

"The Earth God is truly a great deity!"

A ghostly warrior sighed, then pointed to the distant Danzao Valley and said, "Every time I see those lava flows, I think of my job in hell... If any person in the mortal world commits arson or murder in their lifetime, they will enter our Copper Pillar Hell after death, where they will be tortured by embracing a boiling copper pillar naked."

"In order to heat that bronze pillar red-hot, we have to keep adding firewood and fanning the flames, and we also have to constantly scrub the charred skin and rotten flesh stuck to the pillar. It would be much easier to make a river of fire and a waterfall."

Another strongman complained after hearing this: "Yes, I used to be in the Iron Tree Prison. Those who sowed discord among their families in life will come here after death, with sharp knives inserted into their backs and hung on the Blade Tree."

“Those bastards who gave birth to sons without an anus have made us sharpen our knives every day and prune trees all the time. Some of them fall from the trees with torn skin and flesh, and we have to sew them up with needle and thread and then carry them back on our backs... In comparison, I think that big iron ball in front is much more useful. Just roll it over and crush it into minced meat. That would be much more efficient.”

The third strongman lamented, "You've all got it all. Our Ox Pit Hell is the worst. Those who abused livestock in life will go there after death to be trampled and gored by countless fire oxen."

“Besides raising cattle, we also need to nail iron shoes and grind down their horns. And those souls trampled into pieces have to be dug out every now and then, otherwise they will accumulate and get stuck in the cattle's hooves, and then we will be punished. It’s really not as convenient as that fire chariot.”

The other two strongmen nodded in agreement, but just then, a voice with a smile suddenly came from their ears: "So that's how it is. It sounds like this Flaming Mountain is really a treasure land. It may become a brand new ultimate hell in the future."

"Bah! What nonsense are you spouting? Flaming Mountain is not hell, and it never will be!"

Upon hearing this, the three strongmen spat on the ground simultaneously, about to shout angrily, but they quickly realized something was amiss.

Who was speaking just now? That voice sounded so unfamiliar.

boom! boom! boom!
A series of dull thuds rang out, and the three strongmen stiffened, rolled their eyes, and collapsed to the ground.

Wearing a set of premium Walker's armor, Wu Xian put away his Flying Dragon Staff, glanced down at the three unlucky guys lying on the ground, and, recalling their conversation, couldn't help but shake his head and mutter, "What a mess!"

Arson that kills people, sows discord among family members, and abuses livestock.

The landowner of Flaming Mountain had committed almost all three of these crimes, and yet he had also summoned the Yin soldiers responsible for administering these punishments to the mortal realm...

Imagine if he were to enter the underworld and be subjected to those three terrifying punishments by these strongmen, wouldn't he find the current scene incredibly ironic? "Nephew, what are you thinking about, so lost in thought..."

A deep, somewhat casual voice came from behind.

A moment later, two figures walked towards him.

One of them was a pig-headed man who was only about three feet tall, carrying a rake on his shoulder and covered in thick gray hair.

Without a doubt, this short, pig-headed man is none other than the second disciple of the original four-person pilgrimage group, the former Marshal Tianpeng who once commanded 100,000 Heavenly River naval troops, and now the Clean Altar Messenger, Zhu Bajie.

As for the other figure, it was a burly man with a horse-like face, holding a long whip. Anyone who has played the Black Myth game should know that he is Ma Tianba, who is suspected to be the incarnation of the game's creator.

In the game, Ma Tianba, much like the chosen one, traversed all the maps except for Flower Fruit Mountain, trying to find the demon kings who had once besieged Sun Wukong, in order to help the Bull Demon King who was imprisoned by Red Boy.

However, after being rejected repeatedly, he finally realized that it was better to rely on himself than on others, and returned to Flaming Mountain as quickly as possible.

Then, with a sliding tackle, he died under the Five Elements Chariot, which became the last transformation skill of Destiny.

Of course, now that Wu Xian is here, everything is different. After Wu Xian rescued Ma Tianba again in the Spider Cave, he used force to keep him there and expressed his willingness to go with him to the Flaming Mountain to rescue the Bull Demon King.

Although Ma Tianba was anxious, he was no match for Wu Xian's powerful strength and could only obediently follow him and Zhu Bajie all the way, even serving as their mode of transportation along the way.

I must say, it's quite fast. Although it's not as exaggerated as the Somersault Cloud, it can easily travel thousands of miles a day. No wonder he always arrives at the map before the chosen one in the game...

"Oh, it's nothing, I just encountered three interesting ghost soldiers."

The scene returns to reality. Seeing the arrival of the pig and the horse, Wu Xian's lips curled slightly. He then twirled the Flying Dragon Staff in his hand, slung it over his shoulder, and chuckled as he said:
"I just overheard them talking about some of the punishments in hell, and they all sounded quite interesting. I'm thinking that if I have the chance in the future, I might try them out on someone."

"Hellish punishments? Tsk tsk, those are tortures. Your ancestors and I are monks, we don't do that kind of thing."

Pigsy was confused and assumed Wu Xian was joking with him again. Similar things had happened many times along the way, and he was used to it.

In fact, as early as when he met Wu Xian in Xiaoxitian, he could tell that Wu Xian was completely different from those so-called "chosen ones".

It's not about appearance or ability to speak, but rather their manner of conduct and personality.

Compared to the other chosen ones, Wu Xian only appears to be expressionless and honest on the surface, but he is actually full of bad ideas and is particularly shameless. He is somewhat similar to him... cough cough! to his senior brother.

Therefore, Zhu Bajie developed a very good impression of Wu Xian and truly began to regard him as a nephew.

Thinking this, Pigsy looked up and glanced around, then sighed and said, "Hundreds of years have passed, and this godforsaken place has become like this again. Speaking of which, it's all because that monkey overturned Laozi's Eight Trigrams Furnace back then, causing the people here to suffer a lot."

(End of this chapter)