Chapter 1212 - 1209: The Eighteen Levels of Hell
Zhang Wenhui learned from the Yin Soul that these people from Maoshan Tao had released a large number of Yin Spirits from Hell. Although he didn't know their purpose, he had a premonition that something major was about to happen.
Lin Chuan was the Tian Mang, and the only person who could stop Maoshan Tao was Lin Chuan. However, with his current strength, it might be difficult for him to contend with Maoshan Tao.
The only way to quickly enhance Lin Chuan's cultivation level in a short period is to have him enter the world of Hell. Zhang Wenhui's Spiritual Wisdom had already awakened, so he naturally knew many things.
The Illusion Yin Flower in the palm of Lin Chuan's right hand was a treasure, but Lin Chuan had not yet discovered it.
The Illusion Yin Flower is an object of Extreme Yin Power between Heaven and Earth. If it could merge with the Yin Energy of the Yin Spirits cultivated in Hell and incorporate the Extreme Yin Power of the Illusion Yin Flower into Lin Chuan's Heavenly Heart Skill Sealing Heart Skill, it would quickly enhance his cultivation level.
Realizing this point, Zhang Wenhui immediately used secret communication to notify Lin Chuan.
At that moment, Lin Chuan was still enjoying himself with Feng Lingfeng in Kunlun Mountain. After receiving Zhang Wenhui's message, he reluctantly bid farewell to Feng Lingfeng.
Feng Lingfeng, having experienced the joy between a man and a woman for the first time, felt miserable at parting from Lin Chuan. However, she understood Lin Chuan's responsibility and held back her tears as they separated.
After two days, Lin Chuan returned to Jiangbei City and went directly to find Zhang Wenhui.
Looking at Lin Chuan, Zhang Wenhui said, "Maoshan Tao is now stirring up trouble, trying to control the entire Taoist community with the help of Yin Spirits. Moreover, Qin Zhengtian has already mastered the Soul Summoning Technique and can summon Yin Spirits at any time. With our current strength, we can't contend with him. The only way is for you to enter the world of Hell and use the Yin Energy to enhance your cultivation."
Lin Chuan was taken aback, and asked, "How can entering the world of Hell enhance my cultivation?"
Zhang Wenhui replied, "The world of Hell itself is the place with the densest Yin Energy in Heaven and Earth. You now have the Extreme Yin Power of the Illusion Yin Flower in your body, but it hasn't been completely integrated into the Heavenly Heart Skill's Inner Qi. If you want to integrate the Extreme Yin Power, the world of Hell is your best choice for cultivation."
Lin Chuan pondered for a moment and said, "Alright, then I'll go to the world of Hell."
Zhang Wenhui said, "Before you enter the world of Hell, I need to tell you a few things. The world of Hell is actually just like the human world, except it lacks the sunshine. It is in complete darkness. If you want to quickly integrate the Extreme Yin Power of the Illusion Yin Flower into the Heavenly Heart Skill's Inner Qi, you must contend with the various Yin Spirits you encounter. These Yin Spirits not only include human Yin Spirits but also various animal Yin Spirits."
Lin Chuan furrowed his brow slightly and asked, "Is it true that Hell is said to have eighteen levels?"
Zhang Wenhui chuckled and replied, "The world of Hell is a dark, void world. There's no such thing as eighteen levels of Hell. As I have said before, the world of Hell is just like the human world. Yin Spirits can be good or bad, strong or weak. As long as you go in, you'll find out."
Lin Chuan asked, "How should I enter the world of Hell?"
Zhang Wenhui laughed and said, "I am the reincarnation of Ksitigarbha, the lord of Hell. Getting you in is a piece of cake."
With Zhang Wenhui's help, Lin Chuan smoothly entered the world of Hell.
Before entering the world of Hell, Zhang Wenhui gave Lin Chuan a bow and some arrows. This bow was not an ordinary bow; although it couldn't compare with the bow of Human King Fu Xi, it had a restraining effect on cultivated Yin Spirits.
Just as Zhang Wenhui had described, it was pitch black everywhere. No matter how good Lin Chuan's eyesight was, he couldn't see anything in this darkness.
Lin Chuan hesitated for a moment, then continued walking forward. He didn't know how long he had walked, but he hadn't encountered a single ghostly figure.
As he walked further, he suddenly stumbled over something and nearly fell. Reaching out with his right hand, he touched a protruding stone and groped along it to discover it was a cave wall.
Damn it, Lin Chuan cursed under his breath. He wondered when he had wandered into a cave.
Seeing the pitch-black area ahead, Lin Chuan cautiously walked forward. He hadn't even exited the cave when he felt a gust of wind attacking him. There was already a Yin Spirit attempting to ambush him. Lin Chuan quickly retreated, as he didn't yet know the nature of his opponent, and had to avoid its sharp attack. Much to his frustration, the Yin Spirit that tried to ambush him pursued relentlessly. Lin Chuan could only rely on the gusts of wind to determine the direction of the attack. Gradually, he became familiar with the cave's layout.
Zhang Wenhui had once told Lin Chuan that, in the world of Hell, ordinary Yin Spirits were just like ordinary humans and couldn't harm Lin Chuan. However, there were cultivated Yin Spirits, divided into three classes: upper, middle, and lower, based on their cultivation.
Zhang Wenhui also told Lin Chuan that if he encountered these Yin Spirits with cultivation aura, he should shoot them with arrows, extract their Yin Energy, and let the Illusion Yin Flower absorb it.
Relying on his powerful Divine Sense, Lin Chuan sensed the opponent was likely a middle-class Yin Spirit, not a minor character. For now, Lin Chuan could only rely on his body's strength to withstand an attack from this Yin Spirit and find a chance to leave the cave. With this plan in mind, Lin Chuan heard the Yin Spirit attack him once more, directly enduring the blow. Then, employing his footwork, he slipped past the Yin Spirit and emerged outside the cave.
Enduring the blow left Lin Chuan with considerable injuries. He assessed the pursuing Yin Spirit—a full-bodied blood-red owl. Now in the open, unlike in the cave, Lin Chuan could unleash his full strength. The owl, seeing Lin Chuan spreading his arms, also took to the sky to continue its attack. Now that Lin Chuan could anticipate its attack path, he was able to devise a preemptive strategy. The owl found itself outmatched both in strength and technique, leaving it vulnerable to Lin Chuan's attacks.
However, bird-type Yin Spirits like this could fly away if defeated, which was quite vexing for Lin Chuan. Given Lin Chuan's current power level, a forced attack would deplete all his energy. Fortunately, there was only this one middle-class owl Yin Spirit. Lin Chuan was somewhat confident he could kill a middle-class Yin Spirit with nine arrows, so he shot an arrow at the owl Yin Spirit.
After the arrow was shot, Lin Chuan clearly felt the spirit, its body trembled, and it turned to run away. But before it could put its plan into action, the arrow shot it in the head, and it fell to the ground. Lin Chuan was excited; he hadn't expected the bow Zhang Wenhui had given him to be so powerful, killing the owl spirit instantly.
After Lin Chuan shot the owl dead, a green aura suddenly emerged from its body, attempting to escape into the sky.
Lin Chuan shouted loudly, leaping into the air to grab the escaping green aura in his right hand. The Illusion Yin Flower in his palm seemed very interested in this spirit aura, swiftly devouring it.
Following this deep tunnel forward, walking an unknown time, a crimson light suddenly appeared ahead.
Seeing this crimson light suddenly in the pitch-black world was indeed eerie. However, where the light emanated, a faint brightness flickered.
Without hesitation, Lin Chuan continued forward.
The crimson light appeared close but was actually far away. Lin Chuan walked for a long time before gradually seeing clearly what the crimson light was.
It turned out this crimson light was a tower, about twenty to thirty meters tall.
The most peculiar thing was, beneath this tower shining entirely with crimson light, there was a light.
Under this light stood a person, an old man, whose face was large, and eyes were equally large, as big as copper bells.
This oddly familiar-looking old man was indeed the strange old man Zhang Wenhui had dreamt of before awakening his Spiritual Wisdom.
The old man kept looking at Lin Chuan, suddenly raising his hand and beckoning him.
Lin Chuan hesitated slightly but still walked over.
Arriving in front of the old man, Lin Chuan hadn't had a chance to speak before the old man said, "Tian Mang, welcome to the infernal world."
It wasn't strange at all to Lin Chuan that this old man knew his identity as Tian Mang. Many he had met could reveal his Tian Mang identity.
Lin Chuan remained silent, continuously looking at the old man.
The old man also looked at Lin Chuan, then said, "Tian Mang, if you wish to quickly enhance your cultivation, you must enter this Blood Tower."
Blood Tower, the name suits this tall tower well.
Lin Chuan originally entered the infernal world to enhance his cultivation, so he nodded immediately, saying nothing, and walked into the Blood Tower.
After only a few steps, the old man suddenly called out to him, saying, "Tian Mang, before you enter the Blood Tower, I have a gift for you."
Lin Chuan turned around, looking at this old man, "What gift?"
The old man laughed heartily, raising his right hand, followed by a shadow shooting out, flying towards Lin Chuan.
The shadow stopped right in front of Lin Chuan, letting out a series of chuckling laughs.
Looking closely, Lin Chuan saw this shadow was a child emitting a faint red glow all over. No, it should be said a peculiar-looking child, seemingly about ten years old.
This child emitting a faint red glow somewhat resembled the old man, likely related to him.
"Tian Mang, this is Blood Underworld. You must take good care of it, help it train. One day it will become a primary force for you to stop the heavenly tribulation," said the old man.
Lin Chuan chuckled, saying, "Alright, thank you very much."
Just as Lin Chuan finished speaking, Blood Underworld suddenly bowed to him, saying, "Blood Underworld pays respects to Master."
Though Blood Underworld didn't look great with its glowing red appearance, its voice was pleasant. Lin Chuan smiled faintly, saying, "Alright, let's enter the Blood Tower together."
Seeing Blood Underworld reminded Lin Chuan of two little fellows. Xiao Ling and Xiao Hei weren't with him, and he wondered how they were doing with Feng Lingfeng now.