Ascension to the Gods

Chapter 423 Hell also existed before immeasurable time.

"Illusionary Realm".

Jiang Jian's expression darkened, and he repeated it in a low voice.

This moment.

In the second realm, memories of the Dragon Palace of the Sea flashed through my mind.

Jiang Jian felt from the beginning that the image of the Dragon Lord of the Sea was not like an illusion, but rather extremely real.

Now it seems.

Perhaps the Dragon Lord of the Sea has not truly died.

Some of the doubts I had back then have now been answered.

There are also the Yinshan Illusionary Scenery and the Fangcunshan Illusionary Scenery.

All of these things were originally part of the "illusionary world".

The illusory world is fragmented.

Bizarre and fantastical, seemingly real yet unreal.

Nowadays, the channels for peering into the fantasy world are basically all from various wondrous realms.

The Earth Alliance's research into the Illusionary Realm began as early as when the Moon Realm fell and merged with the Moon.

but.

To truly experience the "Illusory World".

It takes at least the cultivation level of the Divine Platform Realm to do this.

The Illusionary Realm is not unique to Earth.

In the solar system.

Whether it's Saturn or Jupiter.

Or Mars, or Mercury.

These planets are surrounded by numerous fragments of illusions, each carrying a different dreamscape.

To experience these illusions.

The most important channel is the outwardly apparent, real "wonderland".

"so what have you thought of."

The young man in black robes spoke softly, making a gesture with his finger.

The ancient, pitch-black book immediately emitted a distorted halo, causing the space to tremble, and landed in front of Jiang Jian.

The most precious treasure of the underworld lies before us.

It would be absolutely impossible for Jiang Jianruo to say that she was not tempted at all.

just.

Once you have this item...

He intends to lose ownership of the Yinshan Wonderland within a century.

A complete wonderland is of immeasurable value, clearly surpassing even the most precious treasures of the underworld.

after all.

The Netherworld treasures here, though they have a great reputation.

However, its essence is the same as that of Ksitigarbha's staff, which is derived from the illusory realm.

Only by relying on the aura of the gods can the illusory be transformed into the real and truly manifest in the world.

Even if its original power was enough to astound the heavens.

However, in the real world, its characteristics and fundamental level will be weakened.

Thinking about it.

Jiang Jian raised his head and looked at the True Lord of the Death Realm.

The True Lord stood tall and elegant, quietly gazing at me with a slight smile on his lips.

Jiang Jian understood very well.

The Earth needs to utilize the Yinshan Wonderland to perfect its own rules.

They didn't really value the spiritual materials among them.

The True Lord of the Death Realm gave himself a hundred years.

If one is courageous and diligent, one can achieve success in one's studies.

Within a century, most of the resources of Yinshan Mountain will be used up.

No matter how you calculate it.

This deal is a win-win situation.

If it is used as a place to live.

The dimensional space he created using refracting crystals.

It is safer than the Yinshan Wonderland.

"True Lord."

Seeing that Jiang had made up her mind, she simply said, "I accept this deal."

aside.

The True Lord of the Death Realm nodded approvingly and said, "When you return from Mercury, send those three things to the Underworld."

The words fell.

The young man in black robes flicked his sleeves.

The black ancient book immediately lost its protective barrier and fell into Jiang Jian's hands.

This is the Earth's territory, a vast wonderland similar to the Moon Realm, a precious and rare illusory treasure born from its own origin.

Its rank is extremely high, making it a true guardian of the Dao.

"If this thing were used by a being at the Divine Platform Realm, it might produce a being at the Spirit Platform Realm."

The True Lord of the Death Realm gazed at the ancient book and spoke softly.

If it weren't for the fact that the Yinshan Scenic Area is so important to the region, it would be impossible to miss.

The True Lord of the Death Realm was unwilling to part with this ancient book in exchange.

Jiang Jian's identity is quite special.

In the Earth Alliance.

Jiang Jian had already been secretly documented and listed as one of the candidates for Earth's sequence.

Many True Monarchs of the Spirit Platform Realm knew his name.

Lord Yujing and Lord Luye, among others, attached great importance to him.

To obtain Yinshan from Jiang Jian.

The True Lord of the Death Realm can only offer something of equivalent value.

Although this Netherworld Treasure is somewhat inferior in value compared to the Yinshan Wonderland.

but.

The True Lord of the Death Realm has now given it to Jiang Jian.

Jiang Jian's Yinshan Wonderland only needs to be delivered within a hundred years, which allows for a lot of extra time.

In the back and forth.

The value they demonstrate is actually not that different.

"This item is too precious to delay."

The True Lord of the Death Realm said, "I have manifested here to protect you for now. Begin your comprehension now."

The words fell.

With a flick of his black robe, a boundless aura of death swept over them!

Jiang was taken aback when he saw this scene.

Subsequently.

He came to his senses, his gaze turned solemn, and he respectfully bowed to the young man in black robes.

"Jiang Jian thanks the True Lord."

Jiang Jian's tone was very serious.

The True Lord of the Death Realm, as a being of the Spirit Platform Realm, holds a noble and high position.

But now.

After the transaction was completed.

Instead of leaving, he chose to protect himself and begin to comprehend the Netherworld Treasure at this very moment!
The treasures of the underworld are far too precious.

If they are discovered by others after leaving Earth, they might even attract the attention of a True Monarch of the Spirit Platform Realm who wants to seize them!
The Death Realm True Lord's actions were also due to his lingering concerns.

That's why he made Jiang Jian comprehend the treasure in person and immediately refine it into his soul, lest things get complicated if he waited too long.

"No need for further words, quickly comprehend it."

As the True Lord of the Death Realm finished speaking, his figure twisted and dissipated, disappearing into nothingness.

All around became extremely quiet.

Deathly energy swirled around, forming a room that enveloped Jiang Jian.

The True Lord of the Spirit Platform Realm personally protected the Dharma, and they cultivated the Netherworld Treasure.

Such treatment is truly rare.

Jiang Jian realized this and stopped procrastinating.

next second.

He sat on the floor in the room and picked up the black ancient book.

He lowered his gaze and looked up.

The ancient scroll was shrouded in black mist, its edges embroidered with gold thread, and the surrounding space twisted and trembled. On its cover were four ancient seal characters.

The Scripture of the Netherworld Calamity.

This is a scroll of scripture.

"The Netherworld Calamity Scripture"

Jiang Jian murmured.

He extended his pale fingers and turned the page.

Wow.

The sound of the paper roll turning was clearly audible.

See the above scripture.

Jiang Jian's pupils contracted, and he couldn't help but tremble.

Every word in the scripture radiated a dazzling golden light.

"The netherworld, though it is a place of confinement, is not truly a place of confinement. Hell is also a place of immeasurable existence. It is a place of offering the path to rebirth, where the true path is forever lost, in order to relieve the suffering of all beings and illuminate the path from the world to heaven."

Recite the scriptures in a low voice.

Jiang Jian felt an indescribable aura emanating from the darkness.

"In the netherworld, all living beings in the realms of the eye desire to escape the ways of Heaven. For countless eons, all beings have prayed to use the ways of Heaven to illuminate the path of the world towards Heaven."

Read here.

Jiang looked down again, but couldn't see anything clearly.

The only two sentences of scripture I could see were from the text.

at the same time.

The aura of darkness invaded, almost devouring one's soul.

Jiang Jianxin immediately understood.

As a treasure of the Illusionary Realm, one must travel to the Illusionary Realm to study this scripture.

"The 'Netherworld Calamity Sutra' was a sutra that Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva cultivated and realized when he traveled the world and enlightened Hayagriva."

These words came to mind when I sensed the aura of the illusion.

Jiang Jian noticed it.

The atmosphere of this illusion is different from the past.

You are in it, and you don't need to play any role.

In the illusion, one is merely an observer, able to witness the process of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva enlightening others and comprehending the "Netherworld Tribulation Sutra".

"The netherworld, though it confines us, is not truly confined."

"Hell is also immeasurable."

"I will follow the path of rebirth in the Pure Land, and forever lose the true path."

"To relieve the suffering of all beings and to illuminate the path from the world to heaven."

Jiang Jian held the black ancient book and recited the scriptures in a low voice.

Let the illusory aura envelop your soul.

One's own consciousness is being pulled in different directions.

Light and shadow scatter and then reassemble, instantly immersing us in their beauty.

……

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Majia Village.

"Ma Dazhu, what are you standing there for!"

"Hurry up and chop all this firewood, or you won't get any dinner tonight!"

Ma Wei, dressed in short cloth clothes, sat with his legs crossed next to the shack.

He squinted at the big, clumsy man chopping wood with disdain.

Ma Dazhu remained silent, simply picking up the axe from the ground again and chopping the firewood in front of him, stroke after stroke.

His knuckles had turned slightly white from exerting too much force.

Ma Wei sat on the bench, shaking his leg, a lewd smile occasionally creeping across his face as he seemed to be lost in thought.

Dusk.

Ma Dazhu stood up with some difficulty and finally finished chopping the mountain of firewood.

He raised his head and said in a hoarse voice, "Little village chief, the village owes me food from the day before yesterday, and I'd like to take it back with me."

Ma Wei sneered and waved to the side.

Suddenly.

Several farmers in short clothes gathered around, each carrying some dry food.

Ma Dazhu reached out to catch it, but Ma Wei slapped his hand away, shouting, "You actually snatched it! You're getting more and more unruly!"

Ma Wei walked up to Ma Dazhu and clicked his tongue twice. "Even though my father is the village chief, I won't shortchange you on your food."

At this point, he changed the subject, "However, there has been a famine in the county recently, and food has become much more expensive. To avoid any unforeseen circumstances, I will personally deliver it to you with my men."

Ma Dazhu gritted his teeth and said, "No need for the village chief, I only want today's grain, I don't need the grain from the past few days!"

Ma Wei's face turned cold, and he kicked him, saying, "Shut your dog mouth! The food I gave you, you're taking it whether you want it or not!"

Amidst the commotion and shouts, Ma Dazhu stood up in the shack, dusted himself off, and looked anxiously at Ma Wei and the others as they walked away. He hurriedly followed after them.

Majia Village is not large.

Ma Dazhu followed closely behind Ma Wei and the others.

In less than half an incense stick's time, they could see their own little wooden house on the edge of the village.

A little smoke was rising from the chimney of the wooden house.

It was clear that someone inside was starting a fire and cooking.

Boom!
Ma Wei kicked open the door of the wooden house and his gaze fell on the pretty girl in plain clothes in front of the stove.

His lewd smile became even more pronounced.

The girl was about seventeen or eighteen years old, dressed in coarse linen clothes covered in patches, but she was very clean.

Her long, jet-black hair was styled into a bun with a gray-green ribbon, revealing her status as a married woman.

Ma Dazhu rushed into the house, strode forward, and stood protectively beside the girl in plain clothes, urgently asking, "Little village chief, what are you doing?"

Seeing this, the girl in plain clothes showed no fear whatsoever and said in a crisp voice, "Ma Wei, you barged into my house for no reason. Aren't you afraid the village chief will punish you?"

Ma Wei shrugged, pointed to the dry rations in the hands of the people behind him, and said with a smile, "Ma Dazhu has been chopping firewood for the village for several days. I'm here to deliver dry rations to your family."

Ma Dazhu said in a deep voice, "Put down the grain, you can leave now."

Ma Wei's gaze swept past Ma Dazhu, landing on the plain-clad girl who was both angry and timid. He licked his lips greedily, then decided to stop pretending. With a wave of his hand, he lewdly said, "If you want provisions, first let this little lady sleep with me for one night!"

As soon as he finished speaking, several people behind him rushed forward, grabbed the tall and strong Ma Dazhu, and pressed him firmly to the ground!

Ma Wei placed the dry rations on the stove, strode over, and said with a smile, "My father took the hunting team to the county town on business. This Ma Family Village is now under my, Ma Wei's, control!"

"Young lady Zhou, instead of staying with this big, dumb guy who never fights back or talks back, why don't you come with me? I'll guarantee you'll have big white steamed buns to eat every day!"

As he spoke, he lunged at Madam Zhou in a flash.

"I bother!"

Madam Zhou turned away, spat in his face, and grabbed a kitchen knife from the stove. "Come and try again!"

Ma Dazhu was held down by several people, but he did not try to break free. Instead, he showed signs of struggle and looked at the scene with a pained expression.

Ma Wei grinned lewdly, but he kept a close eye on the kitchen knife.

Taking advantage of Zhou's distraction, he suddenly raised his foot and kicked her hard in the stomach!
Suddenly, Madam Zhou felt a sharp pain, her petite and frail body curled up, and the kitchen knife flew out of her hand!

Bang!

An extremely sharp kitchen knife landed in front of Ma Dazhu.

Ma Dazhu raised his head, his eyes blazing with fury, staring intently at Ma Wei, who was tearing at his wife's clothes, but he didn't make a single move from beginning to end.

The man holding Ma Dazhu down spat on his head and laughed loudly, "You piece of trash! You've been born with such a tall and strong body, yet you're a coward!"

Another person, watching the spectacle unfolding around the stove, chuckled, "I heard that before Ma Dazhu's mother died, she told him not to fight."

"That fool was quite obedient; he truly never laid a hand on anyone again after that."

"Otherwise, with his brute strength, the few of us might not be able to subdue him!"

"what!"

With a scream, the girl's clothes were torn, revealing her delicate, snow-white skin and the barely visible undergarments beneath her patched clothes.

Ma Wei took a deep breath of the sweet fragrance that filled his nose and mouth, and could no longer suppress his desire. He placed his large hands directly on the shoulders of the girl in plain clothes!
"Ma Wei! You'll die a horrible death!"

Ma Dazhu lay prostrate on the ground, his hands trembling uncontrollably. His heart felt as if it were being crushed, and he felt an excruciating pain. Crimson blood welled up in his eyes!

The immense strength emanating from his entire body seemed ready to erupt at any moment, tearing Ma Wei to shreds!
"Dazhu, your father fought with people from other villages to stand up for the village, and he was beaten to death outside."

"Remember your mother's words: after I'm gone, don't fight with anyone anymore, and live a good life."

My mother's dying words kept echoing in my ears.

Known for his filial piety, Ma Dazhu would never dare to disobey his mother.

However, the scene before him deeply agitated Ma Dazhu.

It pushed his sanity to the brink of collapse and madness!
"I will never let you, you lecherous scoundrel, succeed!"

As the girl in plain clothes struggled desperately, a resolute look appeared in her eyes, and she was about to bite her tongue and commit suicide!

"You bitch!"

Ma Wei sensed something was wrong and slapped her, leaving a bright red handprint on the girl's face!
He casually tore off a piece of cloth and stuffed it into Madam Zhou's mouth, lewdly saying, "Now let's see who can save you!"

(End of this chapter)