Chapter 1435: Chapter 889: The Special Function of the Underworld

Jiang Hui stepped into the dark fog that surged like tidal waters, his cloak rustling loudly, resembling a streak of silver lightning.

The moment he boarded the ship, those figures that seemed like walking corpses were initially startled, collectively turned their gaze away from Shen Zhinan’s body and toward him, the uninvited guest.

A pair of gloomy and dull eyes now appeared somewhat bewildered.

Should this man, glowing with white light, appear here?

Why would a man dream of a figure he has never seen before?

Moreover, who is this person?

Harboring these numerous questions.

Thus.

All the figures simultaneously opened their mouths,

Baring yellow and stained, and not an even complete set of sharp teeth, which began moving up and down as if tearing flesh, reminiscent of the clattering noise of rusted gears in hundreds of bellows.

Truth be told, this sound was enough to send chills down the spines of most, including Immortals whose hearts couldn’t help but feel coldness.

This palpitation stemmed from within the blood and Primordial Spirit.

“You… who… are… you?”

“Who… is… it?”

“Who… is… it?!!”

The eerie and piercing tone asked three times in succession, each time louder than the last.

By the end, all the voices turned into a sort of hysterical roar.

At the same time, the originally pale green eyes of these walking corpses turned a blood red.

The red ghostly light tore through the darkness, hovering in the ink-like void like a pack of wolves driven mad by hunger, terrifyingly red.

Because Jiang Hui, from the beginning to end, did not speak, merely looking at these figures hidden in the dark fog with a calm and indifferent expression.

This unflinching demeanor infuriated the pairs of eyes in the darkness. Why was he so composed? This was their home court, this was the Little Hell, where the living who enter shall surely perish.

There is a distinction between the Little Hell and the Great Hell.

Strictly speaking, neither the Little Hell nor the Great Hell belong to the Underworld.

The Lord of the Underworld commands Reincarnation, but Hell does not entail Reincarnation.

The souls condemned to Hell shall endure ceaseless and unimaginable torment and punishment.

Yet, Hell and the Underworld complement each other; the Underworld in essence is darkness, and darkness at its extreme turns into Hell.

An Underworld without Hell hardly counts as The Underworld, while The Underworld with only Hell can only be considered a Purgatory.

As for the criteria that distinguishes the Little Hell from the Great Hell, it’s quite simple.

It merely comes down to the former being a bit smaller in scale, and the latter a bit larger.

But speaking of the level of danger, that requires specific analysis.

Jiang Hui, of course, needs no such analysis.

Within his sight, all the mysteries of the world flow like twinkling stars, dazzlingly brilliant, and all the secrets of this Little Hell are laid bare before Jiang Hui’s eyes.

In the end, his gaze settled upon the deepest reach of this dark domain.

With twinkling star-like pupils, he found it even more intriguing.

But then, in the next moment.

The surrounding night abruptly and violently churned, like a fierce beast about to awaken, smashing against the Coffin Niche binding it at all costs.

Faintly, from the currents of darkness below, a colossal figure seemed to be on the verge of standing erect.

This spectacle turned Shen Zhinan’s face pale, his heart pounding like the beating of a drum, as if it might burst out of his chest the next moment.

Could this really be something he could dream of?

But if it truly was within his capacity to dream of, why would he be so weak and frustrated in the dream? Why couldn’t he dream of himself being stronger?

Perhaps he should try jumping off the ship; maybe he could then wake up directly…

That’s how he woke up before.

Though after waking up, he couldn’t fall back asleep, it spared him from continuing the nightmare.

“Stay put.”

Jiang Hui glanced at Shen Zhinan with a heart full of thoughts, then looked at the surging Black Shadow below, finally lightly commanding the latter.

In response to Jiang Hui was a roar.

Seeing this, Jiang Hui simply spread his palms, and a blazing flame suddenly rose up at the center of his hand.

Like a hot sun, fiercely burning.

The color of the flames was deep and passionate, tongues of fire tossing, freely licking the air, each roll bringing a wave of heat, making the surrounding air seem to ignite, twisting and churning incessantly.

The wave of heat emitted by the flames enveloped the Black Ship instantaneously.

In a flash.

Aboard the Black Ship, those walking corpse-like figures instantly screamed as if doused with sulfur–

Their eyes turned blood red from the reflection of the flames, their facial muscles contorted with pain, as if about to crack open, turning rapidly charred as they emitted black smoke, like burnt dry wood, instinctively covering their eyes with their hands, but the vehement heat of the flames still penetrated mercilessly between their fingers.

A flame no larger than the size of a palm, yet possessed unimaginable power.

At the same time, the sail of the Black Ship was tattered by the flame’s heat, tearing open at places on the canvas that fluttered in the raging wind, as if about to rip apart at any moment.

The body of the ship also began to warp and deform under the scorching of the flames, issuing “squeaky squeaky” grating noises, seeming as if it would sink any second now.

A wail sounded.

The lurking figure beneath the dark current finally quieted down.

“Huff huff huff…”

The Black Ship moved forward once more, accompanied by the sound of wooden paddles gently breaking the surface of the water, slowly pushing forward to the profound and dark unknown ahead.

Jiang Hui stood at the bow, his robe fluttering lightly in the wind, his eyes remaining calm and deep.

As the Black Ship delved deeper, the surrounding scenery began to subtly transform, with an ancient Altar slowly emerging within the swirling dark fog ahead.