The red spider lilies are blooming by the River Styx.
In an empty hall, a blue light filled the entire space, as if it was a mysterious light leaking out from another world.
The walls of the hall are covered with vines, which seem to tell of its former glory.
Looking around, there is a huge stone bed in the center of the hall, engraved with mysterious runes.
Next to the stone bed is a black jade chair.
There was a man sitting on the jade chair.
"Master, the million-year calamity period has arrived. I have found a family for you. They are wealthy, and most importantly, they are suitable for cultivation. They have good resources in all aspects."
The front end of the jade chair.
A faceless man in a black robe knelt on one knee.
"Well, tell West Hell and East Hell to maintain order in the underworld. Don't let it become a mess like it was a million years ago, with demons and evil spirits roaming the human world. Otherwise, they will be severely punished."
“Yes, Lord.”
Chen Yan sat on an exquisitely carved black jade chair, his cartoon-like fingers gently tapping the chair's armrests. His delicate features appeared exceptionally handsome, yet unfathomable, under the dim blue light.
"A million years..."
Suddenly, the corners of Shen Yan's mouth slightly raised.
He is the lord of the underworld.
When a million years are up, he needs to go through a catastrophe and be reborn before he can return to rule the underworld again.
"The Lord of Heaven, has actually returned from this tribulation before me?"
Shen Yan raised the hand that was knocking on the jade chair.
He touched the jade ring with dark black patterns engraved on his thumb.
"This time, I hope I can overcome the calamity and return quickly. I wonder what kind of calamity I will experience this time?"
"However, if we marry someone who is wealthy and capable of cultivation, we can try another method to save all living beings?"
A million years ago, the catastrophe he experienced almost prevented him from returning.
At that time, he had no memory and was thrown into a chaotic world of famine, war and conflict among the Three Thousand Worlds. He was the eldest son of the poorest family.
His widowed mother loved him the most in the family.
But during the famine, his widowed mother was beaten to death by a mob while begging for food for him.
He was only five years old at the time and had two two-year-old brothers and sisters.
He took his two younger brothers and sisters who were still staggering, buried his widowed mother, and went out to look for food with the thought that he was going to die.
Fortunately, there was a glimmer of hope.
In the troubled times, he was recruited by a military troop.
His younger brothers and sisters were too young, and when they followed the military troops around, they eventually died with their widowed mother in hunger and cold.
He was only five and a half years old when his younger brother and sister died.
In order to survive, at a young age, he followed the team to gnaw on tree bark, eat cold snow, and search for edible wild grass on the snow.
He didn't even realize his skin was cracked, and he followed them to practice martial arts and learn how to fight every day.
Year after year of hard life.
He finally grew up to be eleven years old and had the ability to protect himself. With the desire to pacify the troubled times, he threw himself into the war.
The veteran soldiers in uniform grew old one by one, and took in many homeless orphans along the way.
The gears of fate began to turn.
He went from being taken in to leading a team to take in others.
Wandering around.
The team finally found a secluded place where no one had ever set foot. He let people farm there, and it gradually became a paradise.
Wandering refugees from other places joined in, and Taoyuan Township gradually expanded.
However, there were too many refugees in the chaotic times, and eventually due to food shortages, they burned, killed and looted Taoyuan Township. He finally stopped 10,000 refugees by himself.
Death.
Because he killed many refugees, his fault almost caused him to fail in his attempt.
When he returned to the underworld, he found it in chaos.
The evil spirit imprisoned in the eighteen levels of hell broke through the barrier, entered the three thousand worlds, and wandered around the human world, causing chaos in the human world.
It took hundreds of years to quell the unrest.
The underworld has accumulated a lot of karma because of the innocent lives lost, and there are also many wandering souls in the underworld who cannot be reincarnated.
Some can't wait and want to run into the human world to commit crimes.
Some simply jumped into the River Styx.
Since then, the flowers on the other side of the Styx have been polluted and stained by black air, and are no longer their original color.
The entire underworld became filled with smoke and chaos.
The land of the underworld also turned black. No plants grew on it, only withered trees and cracked land.
The air was filled with a foul smell that made people feel suffocated.
With a karmic rain from heaven, the cracked land was directly submerged by the River Styx.
"This time, you must go through this tribulation with your memories. Don't let those two old guys, East Hell and West Hell, fail to control the Eighteen Layers of Hell and cause trouble again."
Shen Yan touched the jade ring in his hand again.
"Wu Lian said he found someone with a wealthy family who can also practice cultivation?"
What kind of family is this...
From the world of cultivation?
In the world of cultivation, he can only quickly improve his cultivation, slay demons and eliminate evil, and when he has accumulated enough merit, he will return quickly.
"Is it better to practice local techniques or the techniques of the underworld?"
The speed of practicing the underworld skills is extremely fast, but it requires extremely yin power. The extremely yin power is difficult to obtain in the world of cultivation, so one has to look for ancient secret realms or ancient ruins.
"Forget it, wait until the tribulation comes out and see what the aptitude of the local cultivators is."
Chen Yan stood up from the jade chair. His 1.9-meter-tall figure was tall and straight, but not burly. He wore a gorgeous black robe embroidered with millions of invisible characters.
Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at the stone bed next to him that was engraved with mysterious runes.
He turned slightly and waved his sleeves across the bed.
A red crystal coffin immediately appeared, and inside the coffin was a walnut-colored humanoid puppet. At first glance, this exquisite puppet actually looked somewhat like Shen Yan.
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