I'm a magnetic field madman

His mastery of the primordial spirit's power has long transcended the mere protection of his own primordial spirit...

Furthermore, it has already created this domain that can maintain a large number of primordial spirits without them dispersing!

Although the power and vision of Oga and Sea Tiger were difficult to replicate, they still recognized the astonishing power and grand conception with which Hell created this space.

The primordial spirit is connected by thoughts, and among all humans, as long as the primordial spirit has known the concept of "hell"... the moment it leaves the physical body, the entire primordial spirit will be attracted to this hell.

Once inside, the primordial spirits will be safely preserved in this non-material world, maintaining the self of these mortal souls to a certain extent.

The power and skill required to build all of this are astonishing; the only problem is…

What's the point of doing this?

The souls of mortals are meaningless to those with strong magnetic fields; they are not some kind of villains in the world of cultivation... They don't think they can create some powerful magic weapon just by taking the souls of thousands or trillions of people.

The souls of the weak are of no benefit to the strong; at the very least, one must absorb the primordial spirit of a sufficiently qualified strong being.

As for torturing the weak... that's a purely recreational activity that depends on the personality of the strong.

As for the souls of those who possess strong magnetic field interception abilities, they might be used as fuel or to power cores. But for ultimate powerhouses, they hold no value whatsoever.

At this moment, when Oga illuminated the darkness of this infernal hell with the ultimate power of life, the scene that unfolded was truly astonishing.

The primordial spirits of countless powerful beings with strong magnetic fields exist here.

It exists in this infernal purgatory, in this abyss shrouded in ultimate darkness.

You can't see it, you can't hear it, you can't smell it, you can't feel it.

Wandering in this purgatory that strips away all sensations, one is neither dead nor alive. Even though the self of the primordial spirit has dissipated... the "empty shell" is preserved because of this endless purgatory.

No wonder all the souls that fall into it would rather endure the endless torment than fall into this boundless darkness.

So, what kind of terrible scene appeared before Oga and Sea Tiger?

Countless undead simply sank, overlapped, intertwined, and convulsed without feeling or will, and many more had long since lost the ability to move at all.

These overlapping things, without any value or pattern, filled this dark area, stretching as far as the eye could see, and it was impossible to distinguish their quantity.

So how many powerful beings exist here? A million, ten million, or more?

Haihu was too lazy to count them anyway. He looked at the empty shells of these magnetic field experts piled up like dead sardines and smacked his lips in disgust...

"Ugh! This place is disgusting. What kind of perverse collection is he collecting?"

“This is not my fault, Haihu, it’s your son’s request.”

A faint voice echoed in the void of darkness, and then the outer shell of the powerful being's soul suddenly shattered, while his primordial spirit formed a completely new existence.

Wearing a black hancho robe, a crescent moon battle crest on his head, and glasses, he exuded an aura of unparalleled wisdom and greatness.

Without a doubt, there can only be one person who possesses such momentum and power.

“Hell…” Oga narrowed his eyes, looking at his nemesis with whom he had fought his final battle, and said in a deep voice…

"You're saying all of this was ordered by Xiaotong? Was it Wunan? What was his purpose in doing all this?"

"Oga, is this how you start a conversation with an old rival from the past 300,000 years?" Hell glanced at Oga with displeasure and sighed...

"Seriously—you're the same boring, stupid guy, even if three billion years pass."

Haihu nodded in complete agreement. Although he had little contact with Hell, they shared an unusual consensus on the point of dissing Oga.

"How about we talk in a slightly more classy place?"

Hell spoke softly, and in the next moment, everything around was like a painting being erased. It seemed to move slowly, but in an instant, it transformed from an infernal hell filled with countless corpses into a different scene.

Thick clouds, beautiful golden sunlight, endless white clouds, and a huge golden door.

Surrounded by what is considered sacred singing, everything here evokes a profound sense of calm and tranquility.

Of course, this also makes it easier for people who have read the Bible to immediately recognize the "name" of this place.

"Tsk tsk tsk, you make Hell look Eastern, and Heaven looks Western. You've really mastered this East-meets-West fusion," Haihu exclaimed in amazement.

"I really don't know how well you've built this paradise, or if it can bring me any joy, hehehe."

"The ideas that shaped everything here never came from me," Hell said casually, leaning back in his chair as clouds formed a support. Hell then conjured a table and a pot of tea, and continued…

"I have no time to create a place of torment. All the suffering here comes from the ego of ordinary people."

Hell has a place in the mythology of many countries, and when describing that hell, people often like to add some terrifying tortures and punishments.

Are people all psychopaths who like to create such a hellish place for their afterlife?

No, of course not. These cruel tortures and inhuman sufferings... actually embody humanity's yearning for kindness and order.

The torment of hell arises from such a simple desire: that those who break the rules, those who commit wrongdoings, and those who bully the weak will receive their due punishment.

It is precisely because the world of living people has always been a place where bad money drives out good...

The despicable devour all, while the noble and law-abiding often end up being devoured; that's why they yearn so much for justice after death.

And this "hell" is something that those who are willing to believe in hell have created themselves.

Hell is merely a place; the souls there are forever torturing themselves.

Knowing that their sins were unforgivable, knowing how many evils they had committed, these people, upon discovering hell, constructed for themselves a place to execute themselves.

So even if Hell didn't have the time or inclination, everything it created ultimately resulted in these people receiving "punishment" after death.

"But Hell, you're not someone who cares about such things."

Oga sat down, picked up a cup of tea, and said calmly...

The Hell he knew was undoubtedly someone who would fight to the death for the people...

However, Hell's "love" for people does not actually include the aspect of "punishing evil and promoting good."

Hell's mind is incredibly wise and calm, therefore he is actually far more ruthless and decisive than other powerful individuals.

For those who are not close to him, for those people, hell's love for them is more like a shepherd's attitude towards sheep.

To construct a hell where the wicked suffer after death, creating a better environment for the good—Oga would do something far more daring than hell itself!

"As I've already said, this is merely a request made by your son, Haihu." Hell took a sip of green tea, looking at Haihu with a playful smile...

"But Haihu, why don't you guess which of your sons came up with this idea?"

13. Battle Hell!

"Besides Wu Nan, I can't think of anyone else who is so sentimental."

Faced with Hell's question, Haihu decisively gave this answer...

"Is that so? Haihu, you don't understand your eldest son at all..." Hell said with a half-smile.

“It’s actually quite interesting. Haihu, when Shou Nan is no longer the white-haired man, no longer my adopted son… no longer your son, and no longer Oga’s nephew, that’s when he’s at his most authentic.

"I never imagined that my adopted son's true nature was like that. Oh—how should I put it? Was he unambitious?"

Haihu's smile faded slightly, not for any other reason than that Hell had brought up a rather unpleasant topic...

He and Xiaotong were sealed on the moon. Although they had no idea what was happening on Earth, they could vaguely understand that their sons had killed each other.

The first son and the second son, the second son and the Takeo, the first son and the Takeo!

Haihu didn't know why, but his own son had started killing his own brothers, none of them were spared, they were all doing meaningless things!

What shocked him most was not that Wu Nan had also gotten involved, but that Shou Nan was actually the one who did the most damage and was the most ruthless!

He vaguely remembered the feeling in that dream cycle. He clearly felt anger and confusion—the feeling that came from his sensible eldest son's cold-blooded violence against his brothers.

Because of the seal, he and Xiaotong didn't know the specifics of what had happened. They wanted to find Wu Nan to get some answers.

And Oga? Of course, Oga didn't know either.

If this guy knew his nephews were such a dog-eat-dog bunch...

He probably risked his life to try and break the powerful being's seal and get out to stop them from dying together.

Could it be that hell knows the truth?

"What exactly happened back then?"

"Oh dear, I'm not exactly a good storyteller," Hell said, stroking his chin with a playful smile...

"Although I look a lot like Lu Xun, I really can't write books. Why don't you take a look at this joke that later generations made up using my name and learn something from it?"

Having said that, Hell pulled out a book called "The Path of Hell" from somewhere and placed it on the table in front of Haihu...

But Haihu didn't even glance at the nonsensical book, only staring coldly at Hell...

"I'm not kidding you, hell! First Man, where is he now?"

He knew that the first man was still alive, and that he was among the ultimate powerhouses!

Although he couldn't find out which planet the First Man was sealed on, he could just sense it!

If Haihu goes to find Wu Nan, he might intend to have a good talk with him... but if he goes to find Shou Nan, Haihu will only punch him first!

Not for any other reason, but simply because he, as the eldest brother, had to use such a cruel and ruthless method against his own brothers!

"The chief has not died; he has always been alive."

Hell stood up, put his hands behind his back, looked at the gap in the clouds in the distance, and said slowly...

"Like Wu Nan, he has lived from that era to the present day. It's just that he is no longer an old man, or rather, he doesn't want to see himself as an old man."

"He approached me initially simply because he wanted my help to retain the souls of some people that I wouldn't normally want to retain."

"You mean those with strong magnetic fields?" Oga frowned.

"Of course, of course, otherwise why would I bother with those things that are useless except for killing and going crazy, things that only make me hate them?" Hell laughed.

"This is a plan, a plan he and Wu Nan devised together. I originally intended to use the space to intercept the souls of those who had once been under my rule and were willing to help me, to create a paradise for them. But their arrival has added some other variables to my plan."

“I want to retain more souls, and those souls have created the existence of hell for themselves. But even if those mortals complete their atonement, they will not be able to ascend to my heaven. They will only be sent out by me and rejoin the cycle of the great power.”

"However, those with strong magnetic fields who reach a certain level of power and who consider themselves sinful to come to me will, as a result... be sent by me to that inescapable hell, to suffer eternal torment!"

Why is that? Neither Shou Nan nor Wu Nan should enjoy using torture and fear to torment so many criminals, right?

"They want to create an era without powerful individuals with magnetic fields," Haihu said after a moment's thought, offering his answer...

“The weak are not incapable of becoming strong, but the souls of the strong have a greater chance of becoming strong even after reincarnation. The magnetic field environment cannot suppress or seal them, so let’s start with the souls of the strong.”

"They want you to capture the souls of those powerful individuals, thereby reducing the number of powerful individuals born in the future, and eventually gradually creating an era completely devoid of magnetic field power."

Even among those with strong magnetic fields, few truly grasp the mysteries of the primordial spirit like Hell.

However, as long as they are strong, their primordial spirit will definitely be enhanced when they cultivate magnetic field power.

Believe in yourself, and think that your absolutely powerful soul is far stronger than the fragile soul of mortals.

This is how the reincarnations of the strong are often more likely to become strong themselves.

"It's not that difficult, is it?" Hell chuckled.

"This constructed hell can also trap the souls of those with strong magnetic field abilities... and even if I don't do anything, once they know this is 'hell,' they will fall into the deepest abyss on their own."

The sins of those with strong magnetic fields are probably an unquantifiable number, impossible to give a definitive answer to.

Sinful magnetic field masters are as numerous as carp crossing a river, and even these three meet the criteria. They are drawn into the world created by this ultimate powerhouse, falling into that ultimate darkness to be cursed forever.

In the darkness devoid of any perception, clear your mind, leaving only a simple primordial spirit that maintains a pitiful form.

"So, the world they created is wonderful?" Haihu sneered.

"Even without those with strong magnetic fields, humans would still find other ways to fight each other. And look at the world today, what kind of pile of dog shit have those two kids created?"

Hell smiled without saying a word; he didn't bother explaining much to Haihu.

Having finished discussing the matter of Purgatory, Haihu had even more important questions to ask.

"Alright, Hell, you should know the whereabouts of the First Man, right? Tell me, and then Oga and I won't bother you any longer," Sea Tiger said, narrowing his eyes.

The purpose of coming here was important, but now that he knew he could find the guy he had been "longing for" day and night, Haihu immediately put everything else aside.

Because he had so much to say to his "proud" eldest son.

"Haihu, even if you find him, you're destined to get nothing in return, and..."

bass! !

A gleaming blade sprang from Hell's arms, and the Grand Commander Yuanhai, who had revealed his Hell Sword, looked at Oga and Haihu with a playful smile...