Douluo Continent: The Peerless Tang Sect, Angels and Rakshasa Return

Chapter 94—The Realm of the Dead? The Prison of the Dead?

"Huh!?" A hint of embarrassment flashed across Qian Lingyun's face as she mentally screamed:

"May you have good fortune?" What the hell! These days, even evil spirit masters train like Spartans? No wonder there are so few of them, and their combat power is much higher than that of ordinary spirit masters!

When I think about the 300 Spartans fighting against the 100,000-strong Persian army at Thermopylae, I feel like I'm part of Sparta itself.

"Don't overthink it, come with me." Ye Xishui tapped Qian Lingyun's forehead lightly with her knuckles, and walked with Long Xiaoyao toward the closed door.

As soon as Ye Xishui opened the door to the room, the entrance was already packed with people.

Qian Lingyun looked closely and, sure enough, it was Zhong Liwu and his gang of evil spirit masters.

Seeing that Ye Xishui and the other two looked unharmed, Zhong Liwu's tense expression relaxed at a visible speed. He bowed and stood beside Ye Xishui, saying, "Mother, it seems you have already met the Holy Maiden. What do you think of her? What is her talent? Is she capable of undertaking the great task of reviving the Holy Church?"

"Her talent?" Ye Xishui raised her cold eyes and glanced at Zhong Liwu, then sneered, "Her talent is far superior to yours! The first thing I thought when I saw her was, if you weren't my child and she were, then the leader of the Holy Spirit Cult would definitely be a Limit Douluo now."

"Yeah?…"

For some reason, Zhongli Wu felt a mix of emotions, a bittersweet feeling he had never experienced before lingering in his heart. However, he didn't really care. Instead, he became even more curious about Qian Lingyun's talent.

"Go, open the Death Prison! Let the girl go in for a walk!" Ye Xishui pulled Qian Lingyun in front of her and gestured.

Upon hearing this, even Zhongli Wu and the group of Title Douluos around him stared at Ye Xishui in disbelief, thinking that she was joking.

"Mother, that place is the Spirit Ascension Ground that my outstanding disciples can only enter after they have reached the Soul Saint level. The Holy Maiden has neither ascended to the Spirit level nor has the cultivation of a Soul Saint. What if something happens to her..." Zhongli Wu looked at Qian Lingyun with worry, seemingly quite concerned that something unexpected might happen.

After all… their Holy Spirit Cult has waited thousands of years for that one Rakshasa Saintess; if something were to happen to her and she were to die inside, they would have nowhere to turn to for help…

"I myself have walked out of there before, reaching the pinnacle of my cultivation at the sixth ring. This girl's talent and ability far surpass mine back then. What's wrong with her entering at the fifth ring?" Ye Xishui impatiently interrupted Zhong Liwu's rambling, giving Qian Lingyun a deep look before saying:

"If you can emerge victorious, I can guarantee that no one can rival you for the position of the next leader of the Holy Spirit Cult. And the skills that Old Dragon and I possess will naturally be passed on to you without reservation."

Now, tell me, are you going or not?

"Go!" Qian Lingyun and Electrox, who lived in her spiritual sea, said in unison.

"Teacher, what is this...?" Qian Lingyun asked curiously.

"I sense that something is hidden beneath the Holy Spirit Cult... but don't worry, with your master here, I'll definitely keep you safe!" Electrox rarely spoke so much, and Qian Lingyun naturally understood. She walked up to Zhongli Wu, calmly raised her head, and said:

"Please, Master, open that... Prison of Death for me?"

"That place is really far from the Fifth Ring Road..."

"Never mind, take care!" Zhongli Wu sighed and led Qian Lingyun toward a tunnel inside the passage.

Just before she entered the tunnel, Qian Lingyun subconsciously glanced back at the group of Title Douluo Evil Soul Masters.

Their eyes were solemn, their expressions sorrowful, as if they were watching a corpse being placed in a coffin and then taken away for cremation...

"Is it really that terrifying?" Qian Lingyun muttered to herself, while Zhong Liwu, who was walking ahead, stopped and explained to her, "You may not know, but this Death Prison is one of the greatest secrets of my Holy Spirit Cult!"

"Inside are enshrined the remains and memorial tablets of all the titled Douluo and above powerhouses of my sect over thousands of years. All talented individuals in my sect with the potential to be titled have one chance to enter the Death Prison upon reaching the seventh ring of cultivation!"

"Is there any benefit to going in?!" Qian Lingyun asked curiously, but Zhongli Wu smiled slightly and said mysteriously, "You didn't undergo the Spirit Ascension at the branch altar, so naturally you don't know the benefits of Spirit Ascension, but that doesn't matter. After coming out of the Prison of the Dead, you will automatically undergo Spirit Ascension..."

"What is Spirit Ascension?!" Qian Lingyun asked impatiently. She was really exasperated. Did she really have to be a riddle teller and not speak properly?

"Spiritual Ascension is the process of using the resentment of the dead to cleanse the soul, giving the ascendant a second chance to transform their martial soul."

"Our Holy Spirit's servants all need to undergo a spiritual ascension, their souls tainted with resentment, so that they..." Zhong Liwu began, but Qian Lingyun interrupted him in a low voice, "so that their souls are completely corrupted by evil, destined to be consumed by slaughter for the rest of their lives, right?"

"As expected of the Rakshasa Saintess, you are exceptionally intelligent. You saw through this. However... the most important thing right now is to figure out how to get out of the Prison of Death." After saying this, Zhongli Wu pressed down on a protruding rock next to him.

With a long rustling sound, the stone wall slowly parted in the middle, revealing a narrow path that could only be passed by one person at a time. At Zhongli Wu's signal, Qian Lingyun strode into it.

Click!

Looking back, the stone walls that had been separated had somehow been stitched back together again. Helpless, Qian Lingyun had no choice but to grit her teeth and keep walking forward.

The stone path widened as you walked, gradually transforming from a narrow, winding path that could only accommodate one person into a broad avenue. The only flaw was that the ground was not paved with stone bricks, but with pale skeletons.

"The skeletons here were all quite powerful in life!"

Electrolux's aged voice echoed in Qian Lingyun's spiritual sea.

"With the aura of resentment, the Rakshasa reign supreme, and the Asuras do not emerge, who can contend with them!" Qian Lingyun replied indifferently.

She possesses the Rakshasa deity position, which specifically governs resentment and evil thoughts, making her extremely sensitive to such things.

Even if it were pitch black, let alone the ghostly blue flames that illuminated the area, she could walk through it with her eyes closed.

Interestingly, as the chilling resentment in the passage grew stronger, the Rakshasa emblem on her forehead began to emit a faint glow, as if responding to something.

Indeed, Rakshasa is one of the two great killing gods in the divine realm, and his power comes from the resentment and evil thoughts that accompany death.

In other words, the entire Holy Spirit Cult headquarters is the source of her power. Even if she spends all her time eating, sleeping, and loafing around here, she will still progress much faster than if she were to cultivate diligently outside.

At the end of the passage was a huge circular corridor. Here, Qian Lingyun saw countless spirit tablets carved from rock, each inscribed with a name and title.

Undoubtedly, these spirit tablets recording the names of all the powerful figures above the title of Douluo in the Holy Spirit Cult over thousands of years.

Simply put, this is the Douluo Hall of the Holy Spirit Cult.

In the silent corridor, Qian Lingyun was the only living person. Her breathing seemed to be the only sound source here. She slowly walked forward a few more steps.

In an instant, countless blood-red runes appeared one by one on the stone wall, and even the resentment in the round corridor became vividly tangible.

Above the dim, lightless dome, countless black tentacles of resentment stretched out from top to bottom.

(End of this chapter)