Invasion Myth: Starting with the Schoolteacher

Chapter 755 The Fivefold Inferno
As soon as Xu Xuan stepped into the Avici Hell, he felt an extreme heat rushing towards him, as if his very soul was about to be ignited.

The temperature here is hundreds of times higher than that of the Sixth Great Prison. The air is filled with the smell of sulfur and coke, and every breath feels like swallowing a scalding hot blade.

Her skin instantly glowed red, and her fair skin and jade-like bones emitted a faint "sizzling" sound under the high temperature.

"If Avici Hell is only like this..."

call out! call out! call out!
A sharp whooshing sound came from beside my ears.

Three jet-black iron forks shot out from the void, aiming straight for the throat, heart, and dantian, moving so fast that they were almost impossible to dodge.

At the same time, several sticks wrapped in strange laws swept in from behind, blocking all escape routes.

Xu Xuan sneered.

They dare to show off their meager skills before an expert.

"watch out!"

With a flick of his sleeve, he sent out three karmic demons he had brought from the Calamity Land to block his way.

These karmic demons were originally transformed from the most vicious and wicked people in Guobei County, and were monsters who had died many times.
Before he could even scream, he was pierced through the chest by an iron fork and his limbs were smashed by clubs.

A jet-black guillotine suddenly fell from the void, its blade wreathed in the power of eternal laws.

The chains on the karmic ghost were originally manifestations of the rules of the Calamity Land, incredibly tough, but they were easily cut like paper before this guillotine.

Before the karmic demon could even rejoice at being freed from its chains, it was drenched in molten iron.

The molten iron, like a living thing, burrowed into their seven orifices, scorching their souls and tearing their true spirits apart.

The body twists and melts in agony, eventually turning into a pile of ashes that drift away in the wind.

Their expressions froze at the last moment, their eyes filled with unbelievable despair.

He thought that being cast into the Land of Calamity meant he would never be reborn, but unexpectedly he was thrown into the Avici Hell, which was even more terrifying than the Land of Calamity.

On its deathbed, the karmic ghost's last thought was: "That demon surnamed Xu is right...to be annihilated is the best ending..."

Xu Xuan's figure vanished like a dream during the brief moment he gained from the karmic ghost, and when he reappeared, he was already a hundred feet away.

Looking back, the area was filled with countless instruments of torture—mountains of knives rose from the ground, seas of fire surged endlessly, and countless barbs sprouted from iron trees like flowers, each one an extreme form of torture for the soul.

The punishments in Avici Hell are not static, but evolve automatically according to sins, until every trace of the victim's spirit is completely crushed.

Xu Xuan frowned.

All of this happened in just a few breaths, and I lost three of my beloved shields. How vicious!

"The rules here are far too domineering!" he muttered through gritted teeth, a hint of excitement flashing in his eyes. "Worth learning from!"

Of course, this is something.

What's more urgent right now is that one of his trump cards, the army of karmic ghosts and demon souls in the Pure Land, has been completely disabled.

To make matters worse, new instruments of torture are coming from all directions!
The pitch-black iron chains coiled around like venomous snakes, their ends tipped with sharp hooks designed to snatch souls; scorching copper pillars rose from the ground, their surfaces covered in jagged spikes that burned the skin even before one got close; countless blades condensed from the void, pouring down like a torrential rain, each carrying the power to "sever karma," capable of directly cutting through cause and effect...

The will of the Avici Hell seemed to have sensed the special aura of Buddhist blood emanating from him, and its attacks grew even more ferocious, as if determined to completely suppress this intruder. "Tsk, do you really think I'm a pushover?" Xu Xuan sneered, retreating swiftly while simultaneously forming hand seals and unleashing a series of techniques.

This is just a disturbance in the underworld; watch my methods!
With a flick of his robe, a waterfall of Buddhist light appeared, forming a barrier to block the rain of knives; the Victorious Evil Sword was drawn, its blade sweeping across, severing the incoming iron chains; paper butterflies fluttered, transforming into phantoms to confuse the locking mechanisms of the torture instruments.

Karmic fire surged and collided with hellfire, exploding into a sky full of sparks; the Great Vajra's divine power erupted, his fist wind like a dragon, hard-hitting the copper pillar; the Eight Dragon Gods roared with fire, fire dragons swirling, burning away the approaching claws.
Buddhist chanting, with its resounding Sanskrit sounds, weakens the oppressive power of punishment; magical transformations, with a body that is sometimes real and sometimes illusory, cause attacks to repeatedly miss; the circulation of mental techniques keeps the mind clear and uncorrupted by the malevolent energy of hell.

The Dream-Eating Technique is used to briefly alter the "target" of the torture instruments, causing them to kill each other...

In a short time, Xu Xuan used almost all his trump cards, and was just short of directly summoning the "Vacuum Hometown" to confront the rules of the Infinite Realm.

Just an hour later
Xu Xuan immediately sensed something was wrong.

These instruments of torture are not only incredibly powerful, but even more terrifying is that each one carries a bizarre set of rules.

Some can counteract Buddhist magic, some can erode the physical body, and some can even trace cause and effect.

Even with his methods, dealing with it was extremely difficult.

What's even more alarming is that these attacks are endless and continuous, as if they could go on forever.

Xu Xuan finally understood what the Five Avici Hells meant.

Firstly, they suffer day and night, until the end of time, without end, hence the name "Avici".

Both are full whether there is one person or many people, hence the name "abundant space".

The three kinds of torture are: forks and clubs, eagles, snakes, wolves and dogs, mortars and pestles, saws and chisels, files, chopping blocks, boiling cauldrons, iron nets and iron ropes, iron donkeys and iron horses, raw leather binding the head, hot iron poured on the body, swallowing iron balls when hungry, and drinking molten iron when thirsty. From year to year, kalpa, no matter how many kalpas, the suffering is continuous and without interruption, hence it is called Avici.

The four categories, regardless of gender, ethnicity, age, social status, whether dragon, god, celestial being, or ghost, all suffer the same karmic retribution, hence the name "Avici Hell".

Fifthly, if one falls into this hell, from the moment of entry until hundreds of thousands of kalpas later, one will die and be reborn ten thousand times in a single day and night, unable to even seek a moment's respite, unless one's karma is exhausted, in which case one can be reborn. Because of this continuous cycle, it is called Avici Hell.

This is the greatest punishment in the underworld.

Those who are cast into the Avici Hell are all extremely wicked people who committed fifteen unforgivable sins in their previous lives.

While Xu Xuan was reading the "Laws of Hell" in the Hall of Ten Kings, he secretly pondered that he should be qualified to enter.

Killing an Arhat—that is, killing a monk who has attained the state of Arhatship through spiritual practice.

In this respect, he absolutely exceeds the standard.

He smashed the past corpse of Venerable Kasyapa and imprisoned the golden bones of the Dragon Subduer in the Buddha's golden alms bowl.

It can be said that they killed one-third of the leaders of the Arhat position, which is an excessive sin.

Disrupting the harmony of the Sangha refers to spreading rumors and sowing discord within a monastic community or group, causing the community to fall apart.

Xu Xuan felt this was somewhat forced.

"At most, I'm just causing some factions to distrust each other and some lineage inheritors to fight amongst themselves... Does that count as disrupting the harmony of monks?" He pondered as he dodged the incoming instruments of torture. "If we look at it dialectically, I'm actually helping them filter out the true cultivators and eliminate those weak-willed good-for-nothings..."

Unfortunately, a trial through proper channels requires the King of Equality to pronounce the verdict personally, and the shortcut of the Mirror of Retribution cannot be used.

(End of this chapter)