40: Chapter 39 If I don't go to hell, who will?

The sixth floor no longer looked like an apartment level.

The empty floor spanned over a thousand square meters, pitch-black, unknown, and eerie.

"There's really a monk?"

Looking at the figure sitting cross-legged in the darkness,

Ye Xiu was extremely surprised.

It seemed to have been dead for a long time, with no breath of life on its body.

"It's actually him."

The monk sitting cross-legged was the little monk Ye Xiu had met at the beginning of the world's spiritual recovery.

He hadn't expected that when they met again,

it would be here.

While he was observing,

the little monk opened its eyes, which had only white pupils. Upon seeing Ye Xiu, it was also taken aback.

Immediately, it spoke in a raspy voice, "Since you have come here, I presume the Benefactor has already joined the military."

Ye Xiu did not approach carelessly, but spoke to it from a distance.

"I am here to deal with the source of the anomalies. Little Master, do you know where the source is?"

"This apartment is the source, and I am also the source," the little monk said expressionlessly, as if stating something trivial.

"What do you mean?"

Ye Xiu frowned slightly, and the blood-colored barrier of his [Tiangang Body Protection] glowed even brighter.

"The source of Tianfu City is not here, but in an even deeper layer of space. This place is the entrance, and also the exit."

"So you are here suppressing it?"

"I cannot suppress them; I could only assimilate with the entrance, attaching myself to the rules."

"Assimilated?"

Ye Xiu looked surprised. This little monk before him had actually assimilated with the anomalous rules here.

This was a path of no return.

He remained silent for a long time.

Only then did he speak again: "Little Master, what must I do to rescue you?"

"Amitabha Buddha. Since ancient times, if I do not enter Hell, who will?"

The little monk pressed its palms together.

It spoke again: "If I were to leave this place, then this entrance to Hell would surely swing wide open. At that time, when the anomalies erupt, even if Qingcang Daoist Sect's Master Zhang possesses peerless divine power, ordinary people would still die in massive numbers in this disaster."

An entrance to Hell?

Ye Xiu fell silent. How could this be solved?

By slaughtering his way into Hell?

Even if he reached the [Shengui Realm], he likely wouldn't have that kind of strength.

Looking at the little monk sitting on the ground,

he thought for a long time before sighing and saying his farewells.

Although the little monk had no breath of life, he indeed hadn't encountered any powerful ghosts on his way in.

If this truly was the source of the anomalies,

then this was extremely abnormal.

Unless, as the little monk said, the entrance had been completely blocked by it; only then would such a situation occur.

As for the ghosts outside,

they were most likely evolved from anomalous rules in the real world, rather than having crawled out from here.

After all, the ghosts outside were far too weak.

They were fine for dealing with ordinary people, but if they encountered a slightly stronger Martial Artist, they would be killed by their blood Qi.

Not to mention those immortal cultivators.

Just as Ye Xiu was about to turn and leave,

the little monk suddenly spoke: "Benefactor, could you do me a favor?"

Ye Xiu was startled but did not refuse: "Little Master, please speak."

"At this entrance, there exists a special ghost. Its Ghost Domain is very unique, capable of relying on spatial dislocation to escape my restraints."

"You want me to enter Hell?"

"Once the Gate of Hell is opened, it is very difficult to close. I can send you into that ghost's unique Ghost Domain."

"Are you certain?"

"Half an hour. There is only half an hour of time."

Ye Xiu fell silent.

Even if he didn't enter Hell, he wouldn't be far from it.

If this little monk's deduction was wrong, he might end up living in Hell.

The little monk did not urge him; it remained sitting cross-legged on the ground, never moving a single step.

After a long while,

Ye Xiu nodded and agreed.

The Ghost Race's Zhang San could come out of Hell; even if the worst happened, he had the confidence to fight his way out of Hell.

"I, on behalf of all living beings, thank the Benefactor."

The little monk stood up and bowed deeply to Ye Xiu. Then, the darkness was illuminated by Buddha-light, and after a ripple in space,

Ye Xiu had already disappeared from the spot.

"A living person?"

On the dark, black earth,

a pale young man looked at the suddenly appearing Ye Xiu with a look of surprise.

"A Ghost Race with independent consciousness? You're the one."

Ye Xiu didn't waste words.

He blasted out a [Pride of the World].

Following that, a golden blade-light dozens of meters long slowly condensed in his hand.

"Damn it, you invade my Ghost Domain and still dare to attack!"

The young man was clearly enraged.

With a roar, it utilized anomalous rules to block the incoming blood-colored shockwave.

As the golden blade-light slashed down,

the young man was sent reeling back hundreds of meters by the powerful force.

The anomalous rules that had been fully focused on blocking the blood-colored shockwave also faded significantly, being dispersed by the blood-light of [Pride of the World].

The golden Buddha-light behind him still existed.

Ye Xiu didn't dare waste time.

Seeing that ordinary physical attacks were hard-pressed to affect anomalous rules,

he immediately dispersed the golden blade-light in his hand.

He condensed his blood Qi into his hand, shaping it into a Blood-colored Crescent Blade. With a roar, he carried the Crescent Blade and charged rapidly toward the Ghost Race member ahead.

Crackle...

The Crescent Blade formed of blood Qi seemed to undergo a chemical reaction, erupting into a large amount of flames.

As Ye Xiu pursued,

everywhere the Crescent Blade passed was directly ignited, carving a long trail of fire within the Ghost Domain.

Seeing this, the young Ghost Race member

immediately chose to flee, not daring to engage him in battle.

The blood Qi of a powerful Martial Artist could counter anomalous rules; as long as the Martial Artist's physique was robust enough, their blood Qi even had a restraining effect on anomalous rules.

Seeing that the Martial Practitioner was incredibly powerful,

it naturally didn't dare to fight a fierce battle.

Within the Ghost Domain, its speed was like teleportation, incredibly fast.

Ye Xiu gave a cold snort. This Ghost Race member before him only had the strength of the [Mingdao Realm], and his aura was constantly locked onto it.

Even within the opponent's Ghost Domain,

his speed could still steadily surpass the other party.

This was the strength of a Peak Martial Practitioner.

Boom!

The young Ghost Race member was beaten at every turn and soon found it difficult to hold on.

Under the blood-Qi condensed Crescent Blade, its anomalous rules couldn't even perform a simple defense.

Only ten minutes had passed,

and this fellow was hacked into several pieces by Ye Xiu, then directly burned to nothingness using blood Qi.

Ye Xiu, who thought the battle was over,

frowned slightly when he saw the Ghost Race member he had just killed reappear in the Ghost Domain.

"Are the Ghost Race unkillable?"