The entire secret chamber fell silent once more.
The six people descended from above. Due to the evil energy below, their powers were slightly suppressed, and their steps faltered as they landed on the Forgetfulness River Bridge.
What they had seen from above was ultimately superficial.
By the time the six landed, the scene they witnessed was truly astonishing.
Here, a hundred ghosts ran rampant, exuding chilling,阴寒 (yīnhán - cold and gloomy) energy.
They fell into the Forgetfulness River, their bodies already rotting, flesh decaying, leaving only bone frames to maintain their forms.
These ghosts' eyes glowed with a green light, each one fiercely mad.
They continuously devoured their own kind, like puppets, yet not quite. Corrupted by resentment, they had become malevolent spirits.
No living creature could survive for more than fifteen minutes in their presence.
It was either death or injury; this was the rule of the Nine Layers of Hell.
Therefore, the Forgetfulness River below them was not a river of forgetfulness, but a river of flesh and blood.
Rotten flesh floated on the surface of the Forgetfulness River.
All the ghosts drifted aimlessly, their minds focused on a single word.
Kill.
Anything and everything, kill.
When Gu Qianying and the others descended, they inevitably caused a disturbance.
Soon, all the malevolent spirits in the Forgetfulness River turned their gaze towards them.
The eyes of these malevolent spirits instantly lit up with a green glow.
A murderous aura flashed.
These beings chuckled sinisterly, "Did you see? This is food bestowed upon us by heaven. How fresh!"
"Hahahaha! Such good food, they must be ours."
In just a moment, Gu Qianying and Nangong Mo and the others were already considered food in their minds.
These malevolent spirits surged forward, attempting to devour them.
Gu Qianying and the others reacted instantly.
They raised their blades and slid forward.
The spiritual energy of the few erupted outwards.
Their power was like that of a sharp blade, carrying waves of cold, tearing apart the malevolent spirits before them.
These malevolent spirits could not withstand the power.
Their resentment was shattered and dissipated.
Cold sweat broke out on Gu Qianying's forehead.
These things had appeared so suddenly, and she couldn't help but feel hesitant.
This was merely their landing point, not the true Nine Layers of Hell. If it was already this terrifying,
What else could possibly be within the Nine Layers of Hell?
The group moved swiftly, and in a short while, they had eliminated all the foul things around them.
Du Chun clicked his tongue and disdainfully brushed off the rotten flesh on his body.
He almost knelt down and vomited, "Why is the Nine Layers of Hell filled with such disgusting things! I'm really going to throw up. Aren't they bathing in the Forgetfulness River?"
Du Chun's perspective was truly peculiar, and everyone else cast their eyes towards the Forgetfulness River.
The floating flesh was slowly decaying.
Intermingled with it was the resentment of the malevolent spirits, making the smell even more acrid.
Gu Qianying quickly withdrew her gaze, swallowed nervously, and quickly informed everyone.
"Let's not look anymore. We must enter the Nine Layers of Hell!"
Everyone nodded, preparing to move away from their landing spot and head towards the first layer of hell.
But when they looked at each other, they realized one person was missing.
They were all startled.
Gu Qianying's voice was undoubtedly panicked as she turned her head to search their surroundings for Nangong Mo's trace, "He was just in front of us! Where has he gone now?"
Meng Qinghua suddenly shouted from the side, "Not good, he's been entangled by a malevolent spirit over there. Everyone, quickly go and rescue him."
On the surface of the Nine Layers of Hell.
In the northwest corner, Nangong Mo was entangled by a colossal malevolent spirit. The two of them were locked in combat, neither gaining the upper hand.
But this was, after all, the Nine Layers of Hell.
The continuous stream of resentment was the malevolent spirit's food. Even if its body suffered heavy blows, it would recover in a short while.
However, Nangong Mo had only just returned to his original body, and his internal spiritual energy was not yet stable.
Facing the malevolent spirit, his body was repeatedly forced back, until he was cornered.
The malevolent spirit's body seethed with resentment.
It was not a single entity but composed of the resentment of countless individuals, the proud inhabitant of this place.
This malevolent spirit had already gained rudimentary intelligence.
Nangong Mo's spiritual root was very special. If it were to devour it, its power would soar, making it the most powerful being in the Nine Layers of Hell.
The malevolent spirit transformed its voice into the seductive tone of a woman.
It chuckled, "Young master, don't struggle before me. Surrender to me! As long as you release your spiritual root, I will turn you into resentment, and we will be together forever and ever."
Nangong Mo looked up in anger, "Dream on."
He flicked his sleeve, and the long sword within it, carrying a cold glint, floated into the air.
Nangong Mo's internal power was intermittent, unable to flow continuously.
He could only push himself, infusing the blood from his heart's meridian into the cold glint, forcing his internal energy outwards.
The power of his bloodline, under pressure, finally began to operate wildly.
It flowed out continuously, instantly merging with the power on the long sword.
With a swish.
The long sword shattered into thousands of fragments, incredibly sharp, emitting flashes of cold light.
They surged forward madly, directly tearing through the sky and piercing towards the malevolent spirit.
The malevolent spirit suffered a heavy blow, and its internal resentment dissipated.
Nangong Mo thought he had finally succeeded and could finally relax.
But in the next second, something even more terrifying happened.
The malevolent spirit's body disintegrated. It should have vanished directly into the Forgetfulness River, but in the next second.
The power within its body surged again.
It directly condensed all the resentment in the Forgetfulness River, and that power moved towards Nangong Mo's form, transforming into a skull, attempting to swallow Nangong Mo.
Nangong Mo panicked and, with lightning speed, formed hand seals, drawing the heavenly lightning from above, transforming it into a giant dragon that battled the skull before him.
Soon, the power within him finally dissipated.
Nangong Mo knelt on the ground, looking somewhat disheveled.
And that malevolent spirit, scornful of all beings, its form even more colossal.
"Stop struggling. Dying by my hand is your honor. You dare to struggle against me, it seems today, I can only turn you into dust."
Its eyes, mouth, and nose were all filled with resentment.
With every word it spoke, the resentment surged towards Nangong Mo.
Nangong Mo, being of immortal body, could not be tainted by this resentment.
He gritted his teeth, channeling the power of his bloodline outwards, forming a final barrier to resist what was before him.
The malevolent spirit realized Nangong Mo was at the end of his rope and became even more arrogant.
"Stop struggling. Die by my hand."
And just as it drew closer, a fireball suddenly shot from a distance.
The fireball burned its resentment, surprisingly bringing a clear light to the Nine Layers of Hell.
Gu Qianying, leading her companions, surged forward madly, finally arriving before the malevolent spirit.