Chapter 332

Chapter 332: Hell

Before it became a whirlpool.

Bad luck is just bad luck; whoever gets touched gets unlucky.

Once the whirlpool forms, bad luck remains bad luck, but now it’s Lu Ye’s bad luck – whoever touches him gets unlucky.

That’s the difference.

Of course, there’s still the final challenge: the Ten-in-One.

This one’s a bit tough because the energy is overwhelming; Lu Ye… well, okay, it’s tough for others, but for Lu Ye, it’s just another day.

As the ten whirlpools drew near, lightning flickered within each one.

The whirlpools spun rapidly.

The airflow produced by their interaction scraped against each other at high speed.

Blood began to trickle from Lu Ye’s nose.

But that didn’t stop him from merging the ten whirlpools into one.

Friction!

Ripping!

Entangling!

Emperor Dao Hen watched closely, unable to contain his astonishment.

He knew he was about to lose all face as an emperor.

But honestly, what Lu Ye was doing right now was something many emperors couldn’t pull off, so could you really blame him?

He had been invincible once too, and in front of ordinary cultivators, he was a supreme being, but facing someone who might have been stronger than him? What’s wrong with a little shock?

What’s wrong?

It merged!

It really succeeded in merging.

The Yin Yang Dao, Lu Ye’s Yin Yang Dao, achieving this step… if someone told him it was at the Celestial Lord level, he’d probably believe it.

A gigantic whirlpool appeared in the void, towering and terrifying.

Lu Ye looked up, the whirlpool looming over him.

His Yuan Infant also looked up.

It had been a long time since it experienced that feeling of being nearly overwhelmed during regular cultivation.

This time, it probably wouldn’t be disappointed – it might even explode!

But, what’s there to fear?

Unity of thought!

Come on!

Boom!

The immense whirlpool, accompanied by a thunderous roar, drilled into Lu Ye’s forehead, seemingly out of proportion to his body, yet it still went in.

Unsurprisingly.

The Yuan Infant began to expand like a balloon; as more of the whirlpool flowed in, it grew faster and faster.

The chubby little hands of the Yuan Infant formed seals.

Its expression was a mix of pain and calm.

Grey lines appeared on its skin, spreading endlessly.

Then the whirlpool only hit one-tenth of the way in.

The lines on the Yuan Infant multiplied and multiplied.

Once a plump little guy, at this moment, it had turned grey.

One-fifth!

The Yuan Infant’s expression remained calm, only its brow furrowed.

One-quarter, the Yuan Infant changed its seal and began frantically refining.

One-third, pain flickered across the Yuan Infant’s face.

One-half.

Lu Ye’s Yuan Infant couldn’t stop expanding, like blowing up a balloon, rapid.

No way, no way, can’t take it!

Lu Ye had no choice but to draw the whirlpool toward his physical body.

His body began to swell as well.

“Open the secret stash!”

Lu Ye couldn’t hold back and activated the five-element secret stash within.

The secret stash was something body cultivators excelled in, intended to handle excess energy from overeating.

Not just the five-element stash; all one hundred and eight acupoints were opened.

Meanwhile, the Yuan Infant glowed, and the bad luck within rapidly compressed.

Still not enough.

The Stone Sword appeared.

My good bro, help me out!

Bad luck poured into the Stone Sword.

The Emperor’s Banner also emerged, come on, lend a hand.

Green light radiated from Lu Ye.

“Great, and you too!”

The Tree of Enlightenment was brought out.

True to its nature of fortifying the Great Dao, the Tree got in on the action willingly.

With everything Lu Ye had working together.

Finally, the last whirlpool merged into Lu Ye’s body.

After holding his breath for so long, he finally couldn’t hold it anymore and let out a massive belch.

Terrifying bad luck swirled around him like tentacles, spreading in all directions.

Anyone familiar with the Fortune Dao would probably be scared half to death at their first glance of Lu Ye, surrounded by bad luck.

In this state, anyone who got close was bound to get unlucky.

But at least he completed it.

The Moldy Swamp vanished.

He finished the first trial, and his power skyrocketed to the pinnacle of the Realm of Domain.

He was about to enter that “stay away from me” vibe again.

With such dense bad luck, even talking to him might result in catastrophic bad luck for whoever did.

But the next challenge was the Eighteen Layers of Hell.

Well, there aren’t any people in hell, so if it’s bad luck, it’s bad luck; can’t really blame Lu Ye.

The Eighteen Layers of Hell was once built by a powerful force, and Lu Ye knew its secrets.

Nowadays, the tale was that the Eighteen Layers of Hell plagiarized the Six Paths of Reincarnation, but Lu Ye knew the truth was the other way around.

It’s just that while the Eighteen Layers of Hell fell into ruin, the Six Paths of Reincarnation grew stronger.

Can’t help it; the Reincarnation Celestial Lord is truly an extraordinary talent.

Such blue-chip talent is a rare find in the annals of history.

About imitation, it can be called plagiarism, or you can argue it’s not.

The world operates that way.

The Invincible Dao is impressive, so many will follow that path.

The Yin Yang Dao is impressive too, leading to many more pursuing the Invincible Dao.

Unless it’s a special Dao that’s hard to imitate, most can be copied.

With strong practitioners succeeding on their Dao, their perfected path boosts everyone who follows.

A transmission force enveloped Lu Ye.

In an instant, Lu Ye disappeared.

When he reappeared, he was already in a gloomy place filled with ominous energy.

Before him was a narrow path, soft underfoot, almost like it was paved with flesh and blood.

Ahead lay a tumultuous grey river.

In that river, countless pairs of eyes dimly emerged, locking onto Lu Ye the moment he appeared.

Above the river was a green stone bridge, where once an old woman would serve warm, soul-cheering soup to passing travelers.

But now, on the road to the yellow springs, the Bridge of Regret, and the River of Oblivion were all present, yet the soup-serving old woman was nowhere to be seen.

Lu Ye remained unfazed.

This wasn’t his first visit to this place, nothing to be afraid of.

As he walked along the road to the yellow springs, the mortal dust on him seemed to be absorbed away.

Arriving before the Bridge of Regret, Lu Ye stepped confidently onto the bridge.

His soul crossed over, but his physical body halted at the bridge’s edge.

Dense blood light and grey mist erupted around his soul.

The spirits that once sought to pull Lu Ye into the River of Oblivion fell silent upon witnessing the abnormal glow surrounding him.

This soul… seemed a bit frightening…