Chapter 33 Hell (Combined with a bonus chapter)...

He learned the truth about his reincarnation: it was the result of his younger brother, Yoriichi Tsugikuni, whom he had envied and resented his entire life, bearing the enormous sins in his place.

His pride, his self-esteem, the power he pursued even in his previous life when he fell into demonhood, his obsession to prove that he was no less than Yoriichi... all of these were crushed into dust at this moment.

He couldn't accept it.

All the events of his past lives transformed into a spinning blade, repeatedly slicing through his soul. He was twisted by jealousy, tormented by his inability to transcend, and ultimately went astray, committing countless atrocities.

He thought death would be the final reckoning and end, but he never expected that he would receive such a deep "gratitude" from Yoriichi, a debt he could never repay.

This was more painful for him than any form of torture.

Therefore, Yan Sheng shut himself off.

He no longer responded to anything from the outside world. Most of the time, he just stared blankly into the void, like a puppet whose soul had been ripped out. At the same time, he was thinking, yet it was as if he was thinking of nothing at all, simply drowning in the dark tide of self-loathing.

After half a month, Yan Sheng's stubborn and extreme mentality finally "came to his senses".

He despised this kind of rebirth that relied on the sacrifice of others (especially Yoriichi's sacrifice). If there really is a hell in this world, and if sins and merits are truly judged, then he should bear the consequences of the killings he committed in his previous life, instead of having his younger brother bear the burden of sins and prolong his life.

However, he had already accepted the "gift" and could not return it.

What should we do then?

—Then give this life back.

A thought surfaced in the still lake of his mind.

That night, the moonlight was cold and clear.

Uchiha Kaori, who had come to visit her young son, gently pushed open the door, only to be met not with her son's peaceful sleeping face, but with a terrifying sight that instantly froze her blood:

Yan Sheng knelt on the bed, holding a gleaming short knife in his hand. The tip of the knife was already embedded in his abdomen, and bright red blood gushed out, staining his nightgown and the bedding beneath him.

"Yan Sheng! No—! Stop!" Jia Zhi let out a shrill scream that was so loud it was almost distorted, and lunged forward like a madwoman.

But it was too late.

Yan Sheng certainly heard his mother's terrified screams, but he paid no attention. With a steady and decisive movement of his wrist, he completed the cesarean section. Intense pain surged through him, yet he strangely felt a sense of relief and peace.

This body was already weak and sickly; after suffering such a severe injury, it should not survive.

Unlike last time when he tried to heal himself to lessen the severity of his injury, this time he completely let go, even accelerating the loss of his life force.

Kaori collapsed, clutching her son who was rapidly slumping and losing his breath. She futilely pressed her hands against the horrific wound, the warm blood quickly staining her hands crimson. She let out a heart-wrenching cry, screaming for help, and stumbled out to fetch someone.

The entire Uchiha clan territory was alarmed. Lights flickered on one after another, and the tranquility of the night was broken by the clamor of footsteps and exclamations.

When Madara and Izuna arrived at the scene, they found their younger brother pale-faced, barely breathing, with one foot in the grave.

The best medical ninjas in the clan were all summoned, and Hisaji was no exception.

After examining him, Hisashi said gravely, "Lord Madara, Lord Izuna. Young Master Yansheng's injuries are too severe, and his life force is rapidly diminishing... Moreover, there is a force at the wound site that is hindering healing... I'm afraid there is no hope of recovery."

Izuna's eyes were bloodshot as he grabbed Hisaji by the collar and roared, "Then you'd better find a way to make that damn power disappear!"

Madara held down Izuna, who was almost out of control. His own face was terribly gloomy, and a violent storm was churning in his eyes.

Hisashi was the most skilled ninja in the clan, and he had watched Yan Sheng grow up from a young age, so he knew Yan Sheng's physical condition inside and out. Even he said so... it was probably truly beyond saving.

But are we just going to stand by and watch our brother die?

He refused.

A bold idea, like a lightning bolt cleaving through the darkness, burst into Ban's mind, which was filled with anxiety and despair.

Yes, there is one more person, and that power—right now, perhaps only he... can save Yan Sheng's life.

"I'm going out for a bit, wait for me to come back." Madara's voice was very low, only Izuna, who was right next to him, could hear it.

“I might… have a way to save Yan Sheng.” He paused, his gaze sweeping over his younger brother, who was lying on the bed, barely breathing. “Before I return, try to prolong Yan Sheng’s life. Also, have everyone else leave, leaving only you here. And Mother… ask her to leave for the time being.”

Izuna suddenly looked up, eager to ask what the method was, but when he met his brother's eyes, the words he was about to say suddenly caught in his throat. A startling guess instantly surfaced in his mind. His pupils contracted slightly, and in the end, he simply pursed his lips, swallowed all his questions, and nodded heavily.

Ban grunted in response, said nothing more, turned around, and strode out of the room. To others, his departure was likely due to extreme grief and a need for solitude, so it did not arouse suspicion.

Kaori seemed to have lost her soul at that moment, standing blankly to one side, staring vacantly at her young child on the bed. The immense grief had rendered her unresponsive to the outside world.

Izuna took a deep breath, turned to the others in the room, and said calmly, "You may all leave."

The group exchanged glances, all understanding that Uchiha Kokusatsu probably wouldn't make it through the night. There was no point in staying any longer, so they silently bowed and withdrew, leaving their last moments with their loved ones.

Izuna walked to his mother's side, looked at her profile which seemed to have aged considerably in an instant, hesitated for a moment, and said softly, "Mother, you should go back and rest first. I'll stay here and watch over things."

Kaori's eyes darted around in confusion, then she slowly shook her head: "No... I want to see your brother. I brought him into this world, I watched him open his eyes, and I should... watch him close his eyes."

This wasn't the first time Uchiha Kaori had lost a child. Besides Izuna, Madara, and Michikatsu, she had three other children, all of whom had died young or in battle. And each time, she reacted the same way: no hysterical cries, after all, ninjas were used to death and had no choice but to accept it—but this deep, unexpressed numbness and silence was all the more heartbreaking.

Perhaps sensing Izuna's worry, or perhaps the words that had been building up in her heart finally reached their breaking point, Kaori looked at Yan Sheng's pale face and murmured:

“Your brother was born with a weak constitution. I never had high hopes for him, I just hoped that he could live a good life... peacefully and safely... I have been making preparations, afraid that one day... he might suddenly not be able to hold on.”

Her voice choked, and tears silently streamed down her face.

"But...this shouldn't be happening...Izuna...tell me, what happened to your brother? Why...why did he leave like this?"

Izuna stood silently to the side, his throat seemingly blocked, unable to utter a sound.

He wanted to know too.

Everything was fine before; the younger brother only went on one mission with Ban. According to Ban, there was nothing unusual during that time—if there was anything different, it was that Yan Sheng suddenly activated his Kaleidoscope.

Ban Ge has only told him about this so far.

The Sharingan of the Uchiha clan was born from extreme pain. Each evolution meant even deeper suffering.

Yan Sheng... he skipped the single-tomoe, double-tomoe, and triple-tomoe stages and jumped straight to the Kaleidoscope... how intense must the pain behind that be?

Of course, Yan Sheng's own exceptional talent must have played a part in this. But no matter how high his talent, the laws governing the awakening of the Sharingan's power are there, and there's no way to bypass them.

Izuna couldn't answer, and Kaori didn't ask any more questions.

The room fell into dead silence, broken only by Yan Sheng's faint breathing and Jia Zhi's suppressed, intermittent sobs.

Izuna's heart felt like it was being roasted on fire. His mother's question pierced his heart like needles. He couldn't answer, because he knew nothing about it either. Yet he had always cared deeply about Michikatsu. Where... had something gone wrong while he wasn't looking?

He stared intently at his younger brother's bloodless face, desperately praying that his elder brother would return as soon as possible with that "hope".

Time has never been so agonizing.

Every second felt like a taut, strained nerve.

finally--

A bird chirped outside the window.

Izuna's heart skipped a beat, and he immediately whispered to Kaori, "Mother, I'm going out for a bit. Please stay and watch over my brother." He tried to keep his voice steady, not revealing anything unusual.

Kaori was immersed in grief, her perception of the outside world had become blurred, and she did not respond to Izuna's words. She just stared at Yan Sheng silently and wept.

Seeing his mother's distraught state and glancing at his younger brother, whose breathing was growing weaker on the bed, Izuna felt a mix of anxiety and reluctance.

We can't wait any longer, and there's no time to slowly persuade them.

He gritted his teeth, a resolute glint in his eyes.

"Mother... I'm sorry," he said in a low voice, his voice filled with apology and helplessness. Then, he pointed his fingers like a knife, aimed at a certain acupoint on the back of Kaori's neck, and struck it hard.

Kaori's body trembled, and she slumped backward. Izuna quickly stepped forward, gently supporting his mother's unconscious body, and carefully helped her sit against the wall to prevent her from falling and getting hurt.

After doing all this, he immediately left the room.

In the corner of the courtyard wall, Madara stood. Beside him was a figure draped in a dark cloak. Although the cloak concealed most of his features, Izuna recognized the newcomer as Hashirama Senju.

He actually came? At this sensitive time?

Izuna's pupils contracted in shock, but his desperate desire to save his brother forced him to suppress all hostility and wariness. He nodded to Spot, indicating that it was permissible.

Seeing this, Madara gave Hashirama a wink. Hashirama understood, and the two of them, like two silent gusts of wind, drifted into the room at top speed.

Madara's gaze swept across the room immediately. When he saw his mother leaning against the wall, fast asleep, he paused almost imperceptibly. He then looked at Izuna beside him, his eyes questioning.

Izuna met his brother's gaze, shook his head, and made a helpless expression.

Madara understood instantly, said no more, withdrew his gaze, stepped aside to make room, and whispered to Hashirama behind him, "Quick."

Hashirama Senju pulled down his hood and quickly walked to the bedside, kneeling down. When he saw the long, almost fatal wound on Yan Sheng's abdomen, he visibly stiffened, his brows furrowing tightly beneath his cloak.

How did this wound...

A huge question rushed into Hashirama's mind.

However, the current dire situation did not allow him to investigate further. Yan Sheng's breath was already as faint as a candle in the wind, and every second that passed could bring irreversible consequences.

Hashirama suppressed all his questions, his gaze becoming incredibly focused. He rapidly formed hand seals, and in the next instant, a dense, tangible emerald-green light, brimming with immense life energy, surged forth from his palms, enveloping Yan Sheng completely like a warm sun.

"Wood Release: Creation of Life!"

The vibrant light, gentle yet domineering, seeped into Yan Sheng's battered body, repairing the horrific wounds at a visible speed, forcibly holding onto the rapidly fading life force, and dispelling the cold, sinister power clinging to it and preventing the wounds from healing.

Yan Sheng's injuries were more severe than those of Tobirama Senju. This was not only because the wounds were deeper and larger, but also because the strange and persistent power surrounding them was more intense and stubborn, greatly increasing the difficulty of treatment.

Large beads of sweat appeared on Hashirama Senju's forehead, sliding down his resolute face. The vast, boundless chakra within him was being consumed frantically to combat the strange power and to accelerate the self-healing of Yan Sheng's body.

Gradually, strands of white began to show through his long, shiny black hair at the roots.

Izuna saw this and felt complicated.

He had always disliked Hashirama Senju, especially his brother who always favored him and repeatedly proposed forming an alliance with the Senju to build some vague and unrealistic peaceful village.

But at this moment, seeing Hashirama Senju so desperately trying to save his brother, even showing signs of shortening his lifespan... Izuna's deep-seated prejudice finally began to waver.

But that doesn't mean he'll agree to an alliance. Unless Hashirama Senju can demonstrate genuine sincerity that truly guarantees the interests of the Uchiha clan and convinces him, nothing is worth discussing.

Finally, when Hashirama Senju was almost completely drained and his complexion was not much better than Yan Sheng's, the strange power lingering on his wounds was forcibly dispelled by the vast life force.

Yan Sheng's gruesome penetrating wound in his abdomen had completely healed, leaving only a new scar of flesh slightly lighter in color than the surrounding skin. However, because Yan Sheng was naturally fair-skinned and rarely went out, this new scar was not very noticeable.

"Cough." Hashirama coughed weakly, his body swayed, and he almost fell over, but Madara caught him in time.

"Your brother is out of danger for now." Hashirama's voice was hoarse with exhaustion.

Looking at his friend's graying hair and listless expression, Ban nodded heavily and said in a deep voice, "Thank you, consider it a favor I owe you." Then he paused, "I'll take you home."

He carefully helped the exhausted Hashirama up, gave Izuna a look that said "keep an eye on Michikatsu," and then the two figures quickly disappeared into the night.

Izuna watched them leave before returning to the bedside. He then carefully checked on his younger brother and found that his breathing had indeed become steady and strong, and his pulse had returned to normal. Only then did he truly breathe a sigh of relief.

Just in case, he set up a soundproof and guarding barrier around the room.

Then, he carefully picked up his still unconscious mother, carried her back to his room, placed her on the bed, and gently covered her with a blanket. After doing all this, Izuna returned to Mitsuaki's room, stood by his younger brother's bedside, and looked at the sleeping, pale face with complicated emotions.

At this moment, Yan Sheng's consciousness had fallen into a bizarre and fantastical "dream".

He found himself standing in an endless, dark void, where there was nothing, nothing to see, and no sound.

He aimlessly chose a direction and walked mechanically. He walked for an unknown amount of time, which felt like an instant, yet also like eternity, before the darkness suddenly dissipated.

However, what was presented was not light.

The sky was a somber gray, and beneath our feet lay a cold, rough black stone path that stretched to the horizon. On both sides of the path, large clusters of bright red flowers bloomed, their color so intense it was almost eerie, like congealed blood.

Yan Sheng stopped and frowned as he examined the strange scene, trying to figure out where he was.

Just then, two people walked up behind him, as if they had always been there, but had overtaken him because Yan Sheng had stopped.

Yan Sheng was startled; he hadn't noticed the two men approaching at all.

The two men ignored Yan Sheng and continued walking and talking.

"That's awesome!" one of them exclaimed, shaking his head.

“Yes, the eighteen levels of hell, with each level of torture, and he actually endured them all without uttering a sound!” another person chimed in, their tone filled with awe.

"Tsk tsk, no wonder he could commit so many sins, he's so ruthless, even to himself."

"This is only the first time we've gone through it; there are still 9,998 more times to go."

"Hiss—!" The man gasped. "So many times? My goodness, his soul must have been completely obliterated, leaving not even a trace!"

"Be confident, it will probably dissipate after walking around a few hundred times."

"That's scary enough..."

"He's definitely a ruthless person..."

The conversation between the two struck Yan Sheng's mind like a thunderbolt. Eighteen levels of hell? Karmic sins? Nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-eight times?

A conjecture uncontrollably surfaced in my mind.

Yan Sheng caught up and grabbed one of them by the arm: "Who...is that person you're talking about?!"

The two were startled, and the one who had been grabbed turned around angrily: "Who are you?! Why are you hitting me—"

His complaints stopped abruptly when he met Yan Sheng's eyes.

What a terrifying look!

The man was startled again by Yan Sheng's terrifying gaze, his imposing manner instantly diminishing by half. He stammered, "Who...who else could it be? It's that newcomer, the one whose sins are so heavy they're terrifying. When he was judged, all ten Kings of Hell were present in person. The scale of the proceedings was astonishing! If I remember correctly, his name is...Tsugikuni Yoriichi?"

Another person, perhaps trying to ease the tense atmosphere or perhaps out of a sense of regret after the comparison, added, "Actually, he's not... okay? Or rather, among those who came down in the same batch as him, he wasn't the one who got the harshest sentence. At least he still has some hope. The other one was sentenced to eternal damnation, and he'll have to suffer until his soul is completely destroyed."

However, these words did not bring Yan Sheng any comfort; instead, they were like a dull knife, cutting into his vision until it went black.

"Where?" Yan Sheng interrupted them. "Where can we see him?"

The two shuddered again at the murderous aura emanating from him, trembling as if they had seen a great demon king. They clung to each other, their voices shaking, "He...he just finished the first round of punishment. Now...now he should be taken to prepare for the second round. The first level is Avici Hell..."

Yan Sheng immediately pressed them for the specific direction and location, but the two were vague and their descriptions were incoherent.

Yan Sheng lost his patience and reached out to grab one of the men's arms again, with such force that he almost crushed the man's soul. His eyes held an undisguised, icy threat: "Take me there now! If you lead me the wrong way, or dare to play tricks..." The rest of the words were unnecessary to say; the murderous intent that had solidified into a tangible form said it all.

The two men were so frightened they turned pale and dared not refuse. Faced with such a ferocious demon, survival was paramount. They could only lead the way, their faces contorted with fear and trembling.

The surrounding scenery grew increasingly desolate and oppressive, and a nauseating smell of burnt blood began to permeate the air, with faint, mournful howls that could be heard indistinctly.

After walking for about ten minutes, a deeper, darker area appeared ahead, seemingly capable of swallowing even light. The entrance was twisted and distorted, like a gigantic maw ready to devour its prey, emanating a terrifying aura that sent shivers down one's spine.

The two men stopped in their tracks, refusing to move an inch further. Pointing at the dark entrance, their voices trembled uncontrollably, "That's it! The entrance to Avici Hell. No unauthorized personnel are allowed inside. If we insignificant characters go any further, we'll all be dragged in and tortured! You—you'd better not—"

Before they could finish their words of dissuasion, Yan Sheng walked in without hesitation.

The two looked at each other, both thinking they had encountered a madman. They shuddered and fled the area as quickly as possible.

***

The moment you step into the dark entrance, a scorching wind carrying ash and the stench of blood assaults your senses, almost suffocating you. Beneath your feet lies the ground, glowing red-hot like a branding iron, searing every soul that treads upon it. The sky is an ominous, somber dark red, like oxidized blood.

As far as the eye could see, countless souls were enduring extreme torture—some were branded by massive bronze pillars, emitting piercing screams; some were thrown into boiling rivers of blood and molten bronze, repeatedly boiled until their skin was torn open and their flesh torn apart; some had their tongues pulled out, their eyes gouged out, and their intestines ripped out...

The various horrific scenes were too numerous to describe; wails, pleas for mercy, and curses mingled together, assaulting the eardrums.

However, Yan Sheng remained unmoved by the scene around him that resembled purgatory, or more accurately, purgatory; he had only one goal at that moment.

His gaze swept frantically across this sea of ​​suffering, ignoring all the carnage, searching only for that figure.

finally.

He saw it in the distance, beside a churning pool of blood.

The figure clad in a dark red haori was bound by an invisible force, enduring some indescribable torture. Yet, even under such extreme torment, the expression on that face remained unchanged.

There was no pain, no anger, no fear... only a bottomless, seemingly empty calm. It was as if he were not the one enduring the torture.

"Yoriichi!"

Yan Sheng gritted his teeth, almost breaking them. A surge of anger mixed with a hint of guilt and an impulse he couldn't even understand welled up inside him. He took a step forward, wanting to rush over and drag that guy out of this damned torture.

But his foot had just been lifted and had not yet landed.

A soft, childlike voice, completely out of place with the surroundings, suddenly came from beneath his feet: "Huh? You don't seem to be... a sinner here to be punished?"

Yan Sheng stopped in his tracks and looked down.

At his feet, a snow-white rabbit with fluffy, soft fur had appeared out of nowhere. It tilted its little head, its clear, obsidian-like eyes curiously observing him.

"Your scent... is quite different," said Miss Mustard, the white rabbit, in her signature soft, sweet voice, her small nose twitching slightly. "There's no putrid stench of sin, but rather a... um... a very unfamiliar, living scent. Are you lost?"

Yan Sheng was extremely anxious at this moment and had no intention of getting entangled with a random rabbit. He frowned and said in a cold and impatient tone, "Get out of the way."

Miss Mustard was not intimidated by his murderous aura. Instead, she jumped lightly, blocking his path, and said in her innocent tone, "No, this is a place to punish bad people. Unauthorized people cannot trespass. Especially a living soul like you, it's very dangerous, you'll be burned by the karmic fire here."

Yan Sheng paused upon hearing this, then patiently asked, "Who are you?"

"I'm Mustard Seed~" the white rabbit replied obediently, pointing to herself with one front paw. "I'm one of the jailers here. I'm responsible for... um... management and guidance."

A jailer? Yan Sheng's gaze fell once more on the silent figure being tortured beside the blood pool in the distance, his heart feeling as if it were being gripped by an icy hand.

He pointed in that direction: "That person... what crime did he commit to deserve this punishment?"

Miss Mustard glanced in the direction Yan Sheng pointed, a hint of understanding flashing in her obsidian eyes before she regained her innocent demeanor: "You mean that new gentleman with particularly deep sins?" She tilted her head, as if recalling something, "His situation is quite special. He originally had great merits, but it seems that in order to interfere with some very important, unacceptable rule, he willingly took on sins equivalent to the destruction of the world... So during the trial, even the Ten Kings of Hell were alarmed."

Willingly bearing the karmic burden... is tantamount to destroying the world...

Every word was like a heavy hammer blow, striking Yan Sheng's heart and making it hard for him to breathe.

"As for the specific punishment," Miss Mustard twitched her long ears, "it's a rule of Hell, and it can't be told to outsiders casually. Besides, that gentleman himself completely accepted it, and he didn't say a word from the trial to the execution."

Completely accepted...without saying a word...

"Get out of the way!" Yan Sheng couldn't wait any longer. His patience had completely run out, and his aura became dangerous again. He even subconsciously reached for the knife at his waist, but found nothing.

Miss Mustard Seed sensed his intention, and her soft voice took on a cold tinge: "You can't~ If you resort to violence here, it will be considered a provocation against the order of Hell, and the consequences will be severe. Moreover," it blinked and looked behind Yan Sheng, "you see, trouble has already arrived."

Upon hearing this, Yan Sheng turned around and saw two tall men dressed as prison guards, with horns on their heads and ferocious faces, dragging heavy spiked clubs, walking menacingly toward him.

"Hey! Who's there?! How did you manage to sneak into Avici Hell?!" A rough roar rang out like thunder.

Miss Mustard gently jumped in front of Yan Sheng and softly said to the two fierce-looking jailers, "He is a lost soul, and I was just about to take him away."

When the two jailers saw Jiezi, their fierce expressions softened slightly, but they still looked Yan Sheng up and down with suspicion: "Lost? A living soul can get lost and end up in Avici Hell? Miss Jiezi, this is very suspicious!"

“It’s true~” Miss Mustard said with certainty, “He has no bad karma on him, he just wandered in by accident. I will take care of him and leave, so as not to cause any trouble for anyone.”

The two jailers exchanged glances, seemingly trusting Mustard Seed quite a bit, and muttered a few words like, "Since it was Miss Mustard Seed who said it..." and "Then hurry up and take him away, this is not a sightseeing place!" before dragging their spiked clubs away.

Yan Sheng watched this scene and knew that it would be impossible for him to get close to Yoriichi today. Moreover, he vaguely sensed that this space was beginning to repel his existence, and his consciousness was becoming somewhat unstable.

Miss Mustard turned around and looked at Yan Sheng, her soft voice carrying a hint of warning: "You've seen it too, this isn't a place for you. Your time is running out, you should go back. Clinging to things that don't belong to you will only bring you more pain."

After saying that, it raised its little paw and swung it before Yan Sheng could react.

A strong feeling of weightlessness, as if plummeting from a great height, came over me.

The surrounding hellish scene—a churning pool of blood, a red-hot branding iron, endless wails, and the silent, dark red figure enduring the pain—suddenly shattered and vanished like a broken mirror, brutally pulled away by an irresistible force.

"Wait! Yoriichi!" He reached out in vain, trying to grab something, but he couldn't grasp anything.

Consciousness is thrown violently in this extreme disparity, and finally crashes back heavily into reality.

"Cough! Cough cough cough!"

A tearing pain shot through his lungs, and Yan Sheng abruptly opened his eyes, his body curling up from a violent cough. His vision shifted from a blurry gray and blood red before finally focusing on the familiar ceiling and his brother Izuna's face, etched with worry and anxiety.

"Yan Sheng? Are you feeling unwell?" Izuna quickly helped him up. "I'll go get Hisashi!"

Yan Sheng was caught off guard. He was panting, his pupils were contracted, and his forehead was covered in cold sweat.

Avici Hell... Yoriichi... and that eerie white rabbit jailer...

Everything was so clear it didn't seem like a dream.

***

hell.

At the moment when Yan Sheng's consciousness was forcibly pulled away from Avici Hell.

Beside the pool of blood, the figure who had been silently enduring torture stirred slightly.

Yoriichi Tsugikuni slowly raised his eyes, which were as calm as a deep well, and glanced at the spot where Yan Sheng had just been.

That gaze seemed to pierce through layers of karmic fire and wailing souls, overcoming insurmountable spatial barriers, and land on that empty space.

His eyes remained deep, still carrying that compassionate indifference that seemed to see through everything yet encompass everything. But in the deepest part of that extreme tranquility, there seemed to be a faint, imperceptible ripple, like a speck of dust thrown into a deep pool, creating an insignificant ripple that quickly vanished.

He saw nothing.

The scene in Avici Hell remains unchanged throughout history; it is nothing but suffering and despair.

That brief glance consumed a great deal of his strength, triggering the penal power surrounding him and bringing an even more intense pain, enough to completely shatter any soul.

But he didn't even frown; he simply lowered his eyes again and immersed all his consciousness into the boundless torment.

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Author's Note: It's so hard to guess who was sentenced to eternal damnation!

You agree, right, you scumbag boss?

Muzan: Aaaaaaaaahh ...

Rounding down to three in one! Okay, actually it's two in one and a half x

Thank you, landmines! Thank you, nutrient solution! [Sprinkling flowers]