Daqin Zhentiansi

Chapter 521 The Nine Netherworlds, the Nine Nether Hells

The Underworld Prison.

As Yin Jiuyou spoke, faint sounds of wailing and weeping could be heard from the bottomless darkness beyond the gate.

The sound sent chills down one's spine and made the hairs on one's back stand on end.

The weak students' steps became increasingly unsteady, and their lips trembled involuntarily.

Gongsun Jingguan secretly clenched her fists into her sleeves, biting her lip and remaining silent. The female students following behind her all felt their legs go weak.

Seeing this scene, Yin Jiuyou revealed a chilling smile and turned to walk towards the Yellow Springs Prison.

Zhang Yuan followed calmly, while Zhang Hengqu walked with a composed expression, a faint aura of righteousness emanating from his body.

Baili Xi clenched his fists, his blood and qi surging and churning.

He turned to look at the students and teachers and said in a deep voice, "If any of you can't hold on, then don't go."

After speaking, he turned his head slightly to look at Gongsun Jingguan beside him.

"To die for righteousness is nothing compared to the hell of the dead."

Gongsun Jingguan spoke loudly, holding up his sleeve with one hand, and strode forward, stepping into the Yellow Springs Prison.

The others looked at each other, some helping each other up, others gritting their teeth, and walked straight into the Yellow Springs Prison.

Scholars have their own integrity; how can they back down at a time like this?
Baili Xi's face tightened. He took a deep breath, unleashed his qi and blood power, enveloping a radius of about ten feet around him, protecting the several pale-faced students, and then walked into the Yellow Springs Prison.

Upon entering the Yellow Springs Prison, everyone felt a chill creeping over them.

The eerie green lamps hanging upside down from the dome suddenly flickered, and moss-like spots of light moved across the students' faces.

Gongsun Jingguan dug his fingers into his palm from his sleeve, the stench of blood mixed with decay filling his nostrils—

What's flowing on the ground isn't putrid blood.

It was clearly a black river formed by millions of maggots, and with every step you took, strands of scarlet silk would stick together.

Gongsun Jingguan suddenly stopped.

Her robes were now entangled with crimson blood streaks, which snaked upwards along the delicate bamboo embroidery.

A terrified gasp came from behind. It turned out that a female student had knocked over a glass lampshade while fainting, and eerie green phosphorescent flames ignited in her hair.

"This is the Nine Grievances Corridor."

Yin Jiuyou's black robe swept across the stone wall, and hundreds of pairs of bloodshot eyes suddenly opened.

A foul-smelling gust of wind whipped at the students' clothes, and some were shocked to find that the jade pendants at their waists were covered in mold, with black and red blood seeping from the jade.

Chains slithered like giant pythons in the darkness, and a dark purple, poisonous light flashed across the pale faces of the crowd—

Under the phosphorescent light shining through the female student's temples, the Plague Venerable, clearly depicted with pus oozing from his seven orifices, grinned savagely at them.

"Hold the lamp."

Zhang Hengqu's righteous energy suddenly surged, and the moment it touched the dome, it silenced all the soul lamps.

Baili Xi's aura of qi and blood ignited with golden flames.

The moment the light returned, the students' pupils constricted: where was the phosphorescent light and bloodshot eyes?
The terrifying illusion had left the furnishings undamaged; only the cold sweat that had soaked through their clothes testified to the eerie nature of the underworld's intrusion.

A dome forged from ghostly cold iron hangs upside down with ten thousand eerie green soul lamps, and viscous, rotten blood flows on the ground.

A hundred-foot-long "Soul-Splitting Chain" hung down from the dome, its iron hook at the end gleaming with a dark purple poisonous light.

“Mr. Hengqu, gentlemen, take a look. This underground prison of cold iron, thousands of feet deep, has eighteen layers of purgatory mechanisms, specifically designed to lock the souls of prisoners,” Yin Jiuyou said with a forced smile. “Sometimes, physical suffering is nothing compared to the suffering of the soul.”

His gaze swept over the group of students, and he said in a low voice, "Those guys who think they're tough are the most suitable to go through my Yellow Springs Prison."

He walked forward, pointing to the cage ahead.

Inside that cold iron cage, a figure was suspended by chains.

A long black hook at the end of the chain hooked onto the figure's head, with a faint blue light swirling around it.

"This this……"

"Such cruel torture!"

Such a scene was truly unbearable for the scholars and students. Hearing the commotion, Yin Jiuyou grinned: "This is the punishment of soul stripping, which involves extracting the prisoner's three souls and seven spirits. The 'soul-splitting hook' pierces the top of the skull, hooking out the three souls and seven spirits one by one. It takes three days to extract each soul, and during the extraction, the soul feels as if it is being gnawed by thousands of ants."

Extract the three souls and seven spirits!

The methods used by the Zhen Tian Division are so cruel!
Gongsun Jingguan's face had turned pale.

Baili Xi, standing to the side, trembled slightly with his fists and his eyes twitched.

"What crime has he committed that he must suffer like this?"

Behind Gongsun Jingguan, a female student in a green robe spoke in a low voice.

Her face was deathly pale, and her lips were almost bloodless.

"What crime?" Yin Jiuyou chuckled, reached out and beckoned, and a scroll landed in his palm.

"The Blood Infant Ancestor Tu Quan once slaughtered 999 pairs of mothers and children to refine the Nine Sons Ghost Mother Banner, thus creating this evil treasure."

“Those pregnant fetuses were dissected alive and turned into banner spirits, and the pregnant women’s souls were imprisoned in the banners and wailed for a hundred years.”

Yin Jiuyou's gaze swept over the students and instructors in front of him, and he said coldly, "Shouldn't these people suffer the pain of having their three souls and seven spirits extracted?"

They slaughtered 999 pairs of mothers and children, all to refine an evil treasure!

Yin Jiuyou's words caused everyone's expressions to change.

"Such wicked people deserve to be killed—"

Baili Xi shouted, then paused, gritting his teeth as he said, "Killing him is too good for him, he deserves it..."

They deserve to suffer the pain of having their three souls and seven spirits extracted here.

At this moment, when everyone looked at the hanging figure again, they felt no sympathy, but instead wondered if the punishment could be prolonged.

Yin Jiuyou chuckled, glanced at Zhang Yuan beside him, and then strode forward.

"This Plague Venerable Lü Buchou, in order to test a new plague poison, threw the plague into the water sources of three counties, causing hundreds of thousands of people to die from festering sores all over their bodies. He then collected the pus and blood to refine the Myriad Poison Pearl."

"He was imprisoned in a den of putrid poison, where the plague condensed into maggots that burrowed into his seven orifices and laid eggs inside him; the eggs hatched into venomous insects and burst out of his body, bringing with them rotting organs and plague hallucinations."

"This is Man Gu, the chieftain of the Southern Wilderness. In order to cultivate evil arts, he selects a hundred boys and girls every year to skin them and make drums. He feeds the rebellious villagers with Gu worms and builds drum towers made of human skin for his amusement."

"Look, everyone, the barbarian bone is imprisoned in the 'Ten Thousand Gu Skin Bag,' where ten thousand gu gnaw at its flesh every day. After they are all gone, the phantom of the Drum Tower appears, and its human skin is completely peeled off to make the drumhead. When the drum is played, the child's soul uses a bone mallet to strike its exposed soul."

……

Yin Jiuyou explained as she walked.

"Click——"

Baili Xi's qi and blood shield suddenly contracted by three inches, pulling the two staggering students back into the barrier—

Where they had just stood, a pool of pus and blood was twisting into the shape of an infant's face.

“The Soul-Stripping Punishment is carried out every three days; this is the second day.” Yin Jiuyou lightly tapped the cage with his withered fingers, and layers of weeping face reliefs appeared on the cold iron bars in response.

The body at the end of the chain suddenly convulsed, and wisps of green smoke condensed at the top of the head into half a distorted human face, which overlapped with a face on the cage relief.

"vomit--"

The student in the gray shirt at the end of the line collapsed to the ground, yellow-green filth seeping from between his fingers.

The plague fumes emanating from the putrid cave condensed into a dark green mist, from which millions of transparent maggots surged forth in his vomit.

Don't look at the ground.

Baili Xi shouted and waved his sleeve to shatter the maggots, only to see a swollen human skin floating in the cold pool three zhang away.

A bloodcurdling scream pierced the stone wall ahead, the rustling sound of countless venomous creatures gnawing on it mingled with the crisp cracking sounds—

That was the joy of the children's spirits striking fresh human skin drums with bone mallets.

……

The Underworld Prison.

The Nine Netherworlds, the Yellow Springs, the Nine Netherworlds Hell.

(End of this chapter)