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Chapter 483 Yama, the King of Hell

Chapter 483 Yama, the King of Hell (34)

Hades.

Layer upon layer of ghost realms.

Along the way, Zhuang Boshi saw mounds of earth floating and sinking in a sea of blood.

A golden statue of an old man.

A tall, headless male corpse that has been almost cut in half by the mountain of knives.

Among countless mirrors, countless doors were erected, suppressing the eerie spirit of the old man in the robe.

A vengeful old woman carrying a vegetable basket, occupying one level of hell.

She has transformed back into a tall woman resembling a puppet.

And the old man who practiced traditional Chinese medicine died alone in the voodoo hell.

There was also an old man in an old house who single-handedly wiped out all the evil spirits from the fourteenth to the seventeenth floors.

Zhangdong.

The seven elders have all perished.

There was no time for sorrow; they had already reached the end of the seventeenth level of hell.

Before a huge door.

Suddenly, Zhuang Boshi asked, "I have a question: why doesn't he come out?"

"The Heavenly Dao has been completely shattered, so what can possibly restrain it?"

“It is asleep,” Yang Jian said.

"Moreover, in the world, only the eighteen levels of hell are independent of the timeline, because they are the source of their own power."

"If it leaves, it will fall into the cycle of reincarnation."

Zhuang Boshi was somewhat surprised: "It's actually afraid of the vengeful ghost that fell from its body?"

“Some questions will have their answers once you see it,” Yang Jian said, before stepping through the door.

The eighteen levels of hell.

There wasn't anything particularly terrifying or vengeful.

There wasn't even a single vengeful ghost.

A pitch-black square, a palace hidden in the mist.

Zheng Zha and Zhao Yingkong were suspended high in the air with huge nails driven into their bodies, and blood was constantly flowing down.

The seven elders had long since disappeared.

Although he was prepared, Bosch was still deeply shaken.

"Zheng Zha!"

"Sakura Sora!"

Zhuang Boshi took a step forward, but Yang Jian grabbed his arm.

Yang Jian shook his head slightly and looked at the gloomy hall.

The fog gradually dissipated, revealing the words on it.

The Hall of Yama, the King of Hell.

"King Yama!"

Zhuang Boshi shouted: "Come out!"

"As expected, the reincarnators of the main god will never give up, no matter how many times they fail."

"A group of people blinded by profit."

A loud voice rang out, making people's eardrums ache.

Zhuang Boshi took a step forward: "You are Yama, the King of Hell?"

"That's right, I am the administrator of the underworld, one of the Ten Kings of Hell."

A thin man walked out from the Yama's Palace.

"Yan is just my pen name, and Yama is just my official title."

“You can call me Moro.”

He introduced himself calmly.

There was no overwhelming ghostly aura, no road paved with blood, and no wailing of ten thousand ghosts.

He looked like an ordinary person, but he exuded an extraordinary aura. Zhuang Boshi could sense that he was a saint, an immortal.

“No matter what your name is, you’re the mastermind behind it all!” Zhuang Boshi became extremely vigilant.

"This is the second time such a conversation has happened," Moro said calmly.

"Last time it was your teammate who stormed into my palace all by himself."

Moro calmly said, "That mortal named Zheng Zha, that kind of power..."

He paused for a moment.

"A terrifying force."

“But Zheng Zha is not him yet.”

“The ancient horse is coming back,” Zhuang Boshi said deliberately.

Upon hearing Gu's name, Moro's calm expression wavered.

Moro slowly said, "Gu, it's been a long time since I've heard that name. You mortals have no idea how terrifying the being you speak of is."

"Don't try to fool me. I already knew your true nature several lifetimes ago."

"I know you better than you know yourselves."

Moro looked at Yang Jian, who was standing silently to the side, and said, "It's nothing more than relying on him to restart the cycle of reincarnation."

This is the seventh time.

"This is the second time you've managed to get here."

"This kind of time reversal couldn't possibly affect a high-level sage, could it?"

Moro said calmly.

"High Sage?"

Zhuang Boshi said bluntly, "Moro, you must be a saint of the Primordial Heavenly Court."

Moro was quite surprised: "Among the reincarnators of the main god, you are considered a fairly knowledgeable mortal. You actually know about the Primordial Heavenly Court. Most reincarnators are like frogs in a well, completely unaware of the vastness of the multiverse, nor do they understand that the Primordial Heavenly Court is the creator of the main god." What a load of rubbish!
In the Primordial Heavenly Court, only a few powerful figures could be associated with the main gods.

Moro slowly said, "I have lived in this world for thousands of years, and I have seen no fewer than four teams like yours that call themselves the Reincarnation Squad."

"The West Sea, the Indian Ocean, and the East Sea were all filled with self-important mortals. Two groups were wiped out, and only three people from one group managed to escape back to the Main God Space."

Moro paused for a moment: "You are the fourth reincarnation team to arrive here, and also the strongest one."

"They are also the only reincarnation team to break into the eighteenth level of the underworld."

"Those vengeful ghosts are indeed no match for you."

“Then I should be honored,” Zhuang Boshi said in a deep voice.

No sooner had he finished speaking than a blinding light flashed, and Zhuang Boshi had already launched the Magic Cannon.

I've been rambling on for a while now, but all I've been doing is gathering the magic cannon!
However, a mirror suddenly appeared in front of Moro.

The powerful magic cannon shot was fiercely deflected back.

Before Dr. Zhuang could react, he was hit by the attack he had launched.

The next moment, time reversed, and Zhuang Boshi returned to normal.

"Save your strength; my own moves won't hurt me," Zhuang Boshi said to Yang Jian.

“How come mortals these days have no patience at all?” Moro stretched out his withered fingers.

"You resort to violence without warning, what exactly do you want?"

"Did you really believe what that puppet beside you said?" Moro frowned.

"Or are you going to be my enemy for the sake of those things in this world that aren't even human?"

"This world is just an experimental field for me."

Yang Jian sneered: "They're treating us like guinea pigs."

"Wasn't it you who caused the decline of the human soul by shattering the source?"

Zhuang Boshi spoke up: "Treating humans as experimental subjects, is this your holy path?!"

"No," Moro shook his head.

"Those moving chunks of flesh aren't really experimental subjects; they're just feeder insects prepared for our experiments. How can people born with incomplete souls become our experimental subjects?"

"you"

A surge of anger welled up in Yang Jian's cold heart. This was not his own anger, but the anger that the world had bestowed upon him.

"Hmph." Moro snorted softly.

A giant foot of mud stomped down on Yang Jian.

Yang Jian's body made creaking sounds, but no matter how he tried to restart, he could not escape the suppression of the giant foot.

With a "crack," Yang Jian was pressed so hard that he almost sank into the ground.

"Shut up, he's clearly just a parasite, yet he's spouting nonsense here." Moro turned his gaze to Zhuang Boshi.

At this moment, only Zhuang Boshi remained in the standoff before the Hall of Yama.

Bosch's gaze never left Moro: "What exactly do you want?"

“Isn’t this simple?” Moro said calmly.

“I respect Fuxi as my teacher. Thousands of years ago, I came from the primordial heavenly court, traveled through the starry sea and crossed the multiverse, and just happened to discover a primordial world here.”

"A primordial world that has not been disturbed by any strange civilization, without energy or bloodline, is just the lowest form of multiverse humanity."

“Perfect, it’s suitable as my laboratory.” Moro’s eyes were vacant, as if he was reminiscing about the past.

"These dark runes are another form derived from the runes of Fuxi. Every rune is equal, with no inherent superiority or inferiority."

"It possesses extremely high self-discipline and closed nature, yet it can constantly change through combination and decomposition, and it follows a certain rule of 'what is divided for a long time must unite, and what is united for a long time must divide'."

"Once I bring this achievement back to the Primordial Continent, let's see who dares to look down on me?" A ripple flashed in Moro's eyes.

"I'm just a researcher, not a madman or a warrior."

"I have never liked fighting."

"Even if you offend me repeatedly, I will not hold a grudge."

"I can even share this set of runes with you for free!"

Moro said very sincerely, "There is no need for us to go to war."

"Tell me about your main quest."

"I will give you a chance to complete your mission and return safely."

"After all, we didn't make things too difficult for the previous teams. They just sought their own deaths. I'm not one of those stubborn old fogies from the Primordial Heavenly Court, and I don't have much interest in the Main God Space."

"All of this is your own fault," Moro said, pointing to Zheng Zha and Zhao Yingkong, who were hanging in the sky.

"It's not too late for peace now."

"Get out of here while I still have the patience. I'll grant you whatever you ask, whether it's to preserve the remaining humans or to prolong our survival time."

"Your greatest reliance, that puppet of the Heavenly Dao, has been defeated."

"Do you want to continue?"

Moro seemed completely unconcerned, as ghostly eyes appeared around him.

The crimson light began to spread.

Zhuang Boshi, on the contrary, calmed down.

He didn't back down: "Moro, I've been thinking about a question: if our team's enemy is a high saint, how can we win?"

"Even if Yang Jian is on our side, our team is no match for a true saint, let alone a high saint who can traverse multiple dimensions."

Why would the Supreme God judge that we have a chance of winning?

Moro slowly cooled down.

Zhuang Boshi didn't care at all: "Also, if you want to merge all the evil spirits into one and restore the state of your peak."

"But as dynasties evolved, why were the vengeful ghosts dismembered and scattered, and why were there more and more of them?"

"Only recently have the vengeful spirits inevitably begun to merge."