Douluo Continent: Tonight, a Fairy Tale Descends

He frantically clawed at his face, his nails digging deep into his flesh, tearing off chunks of blood and flesh. Blood gushed from the wounds, but he seemed oblivious to the pain, continuing to tear at his face frantically.

This is just the beginning.

In the stands, thousands of Fallen Ones went mad the moment the red mist touched them.

Someone was frantically banging their head against the wall, once, twice, three times... until their skull shattered and their brains splattered out.

Some people pulled out their weapons and frantically stabbed themselves in the chest, abdomen, and limbs, as if there was something terrible in those parts that needed to be dug out.

Some people even started attacking those around them, biting, scratching, and wrestling, killing each other like wild beasts.

Screams, roars, the sound of bones and flesh shattering, the sound of blood splattering... all kinds of sounds mixed together, forming a symphony of hell.

The unsuspecting audience was initially quite excited, since none of them had ever witnessed the opening of the Hell Road and assumed it was some kind of special ritual.

But at this moment, the excitement on their faces froze completely, turning into extreme fear and despair.

Because they discovered that they could not control their own bodies.

The red mist seeped into their seven orifices, invaded their brains, and awakened the deepest madness and fear within them.

They became beasts driven by instinct, puppets of the desire to kill.

This frenzied self-harm and mutual harm only lasted a few minutes.

A few minutes later, there was not a single person standing in the stands.

All that remained were corpses scattered across the ground, severed limbs, fragments of internal organs, and streams of blood.

Thousands of people died.

Lin Wan watched all of this quietly.

His face was expressionless.

There was neither sympathy, nor excitement, nor fear.

It's like watching a performance that has nothing to do with you.

The King of Slaughter turned his head and glanced at him, his eyes beneath the skull mask flickering slightly.

"He does have guts," he said in a low voice, with a hint of admiration in his tone.

Yes, courage.

In the face of thousands of people engaging in frenzied self-harm and tragic deaths, those who can remain calm are either extremely cold-blooded or have an extremely firm will.

Lin Wan, however, is clearly the latter.

At this moment, the blood flowing down from the stands on the ground began to undergo a strange change.

The blood did not spread in a straight line, but seemed to be drawn by some invisible force, outlining complex patterns on the ground.

Upon closer inspection, the patterns were not drawn randomly, but rather formed a huge, blood-red pattern that covered the entire area.

The center of the design is where Lin Wan is standing.

As the last drop of blood was injected into the pattern, the entire design suddenly lit up.

A blinding crimson light shot into the sky, like an inverted blood-red waterfall, instantly engulfing Lin Wan.

Within the light, Lin Wan felt an immense and irresistible suction force.

The suction force does not act on the body, but on the soul.

He felt himself being dragged along, falling toward some unknown dimension.

Falling, falling continuously.

The wails of countless dead souls filled my ears, and before my eyes lay a blood-red void. My body was being torn apart, squeezed, and twisted by an invisible force.

But he did not resist.

Because he knew that this was the entrance to the road to hell.

"Young man, good luck on your road to hell."

The King of Slaughter's voice rang out for the last time before being completely swallowed by the crimson light.

The red light gradually faded.

As the last ray of light faded, only corpses littered the ground and the King of Slaughter stood in the center of the pattern in the hellish killing field.

……

When Lin Wan regained consciousness, he found himself lying on a circular platform.

The platform was small, about five meters in diameter, and was made of some kind of dark red stone. Its surface was smooth as a mirror, but it emitted a faint smell of blood.

At the edge of the platform lies unfathomable darkness.

Looking down, all you could see was pitch black, as if it could swallow even the light.

Looking up, all that could be seen was endless darkness, with no top in sight and no light source visible.

Strangely, the platform itself emitted a faint red light, barely illuminating a small area around it.

Lin Wan sat on the platform, quietly adjusting her breathing.

All around was boundless darkness, with only the five-meter-diameter platform beneath their feet emitting a hazy red light, like a lonely reef in a sea of ​​blood.

The air was thick with the pungent smell of blood and sulfur, mixed with a deeper, more sinister stench of decay.

Soul power flowed slowly through his body, repairing the hidden injuries left by the previous hundred deadly battles and dispelling the dizziness caused by being forcibly dragged into this space.

This is the Road to Hell.

Unable to use martial spirits or cast soul skills, soul power is suppressed within the body and can only be used for the most basic physical enhancement and external projection.

Chapter 356 Domain

About half an hour later, Lin Wan opened her eyes.

His azure pupils appeared exceptionally deep and calm against the backdrop of the platform's red light.

His wounds had stopped bleeding and, thanks to the effects of the elixirs and his own strong physique, began to scab over. The three deep marks on his face were also gradually fading.

He stood up and glanced at the edge of the platform.

A road.

A narrow path, less than half a foot wide and barely wide enough for two feet to stand at the same time, or even to walk side by side, extends from the edge of the platform and disappears into the bottomless darkness ahead.

Below the path lies an abyss of nothingness, a sight that sends chills down one's spine.

Both sides were equally empty, without any support.

It is as if it were formed out of thin air from the most fragile blood-red crystals, with a smooth surface and a viscous blood-like luster flowing under the reflection of the platform's red light.

One wrong step and you're doomed.

Lin Wan's face remained expressionless. He walked to the edge of the platform, stretched out his foot, and gently stepped on the narrow path.

It feels cool to the touch, hard, and surprisingly solid.

Without hesitation, he stepped forward.

Stand with one foot in front of the other, lower your center of gravity slightly, and maintain absolute balance.

He could clearly feel the ground beneath his feet, each step firmly planted on solid ground, but visually, he seemed to be suspended above a bottomless abyss, held together by only a thin thread.

He walked slowly and steadily.

For the first few dozen meters, all around was silent, except for his own heartbeat and breathing, and the occasional slight "crunching" sound under his feet, as if he were stepping on some kind of hard, rubbery material.

Darkness enveloped him like thick ink, with only the receding red light of the platform behind him and the faint blood-red glow emanating from the path beneath his feet providing the only illumination.

With their field of vision compressed to the limit, their mental power was also greatly suppressed, and they could only barely perceive a range of a few meters around them.

Further away lies endless darkness and the unknown.

Loneliness, absolute loneliness.

And, as you go deeper, the temperature gradually increases.

At first it was just slightly warm, like the afternoon sun in early summer.

But after walking for about the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, the red light on the platform behind them had completely disappeared into the darkness, and the temperature in front of them had risen to a level that was unbearable for ordinary people.

The air became scorching hot, and inhaling it felt like carrying sparks, burning the trachea.

The sweat evaporates as soon as it seeps out of the skin, leaving only a thin layer of salt on the skin.

The crimson path beneath my feet seemed to grow even hotter, and I could feel the scorching heat even through the soles of my boots.

The surrounding darkness was no longer pure nothingness; it faintly revealed a dark red halo, as if below lay a boiling sea of ​​magma, its ferocious nature temporarily concealed by the endless darkness.

Lin Wan's steps remained steady, and her speed was even slightly faster than at the beginning.

The inheritance of the Ice God from the far north not only endowed him with divine ice-based power and rules, but also gave him a tolerance for extreme cold and heat far exceeding that of ordinary people. This temperature is still within his tolerable range.

He silently calculated the time and distance.

The path seemed to have no end, stretching into the depths of darkness.

Soul power circulated steadily within his body, resisting the high temperature and preparing him to deal with any possible attacks.

The road to hell can never be just a quiet, scorching log bridge.

Sure enough, they traveled for another few miles.

"squeak"

"quack"

A sharp, shrill, teeth-grinding sound suddenly came from the darkness ahead and above.

The sound was initially faint, but it quickly grew louder, surging in like a tide and instantly shattering the deathly silence of Hell Road.

Lin Wan paused, looking up.

The darkness ahead and overhead was torn apart by a rapidly moving red cloud.

It was a vast colony of countless palm-sized bats, blood-red in color, with scarlet eyes and exposed fangs.

They emitted piercing cries, their wings flapping rapidly and creating an unsettling buzzing sound, like a swarm of locusts that had spotted prey, swarming towards Lin Wan and darkening the sky.