The Gate of Hell is located in Qinghai Province of the Hua District—a gigantic portal over one hundred zhang high and wide. It stands there, entirely black and gold, and the space on the other side of the portal is pitch-black, making it impossible to see what lies within.

A plain, an expansive plain. Besides the plain, in front of the Gate of the World, there are no buildings at all; the nearest city is a thousand li away.

In the past, this place used to be a grazing area, but ultimately, the people were relocated, and even the troops did not stay here permanently—only Immortals remained.

“The Gate of the World of the Hell Realm originally appeared in a bustling city. It was the Bodhisattva of Precious Light who intervened and relocated it to this region.

The Great Demon Monarch of the Hell Realm and the Bodhisattva of Precious Light, both Immortals whose whereabouts are unknown, seem to have vanished together, no longer appearing on either battlefield.”

Leading the team is Zhou Chengwu, the foremost third-generation disciple of Immortal Martial Mountain. He conveys some information to his fellow junior apprentices, noting that the war between the Mother Star and Hell Realm is considered perilous.

“The troops have entered here before, but they couldn’t withstand the demonic energy of Hell Realm, easily getting contaminated, so they were withdrawn directly.

Nowadays, those who can come here are at least disciples of the Mountain Gate at the Human Immortal Realm, hailing from various sects and regions, primarily Chinese.”

Beside Wang Xuan are Chen Qingniu and Zhou Wu; there are a hundred third-generation disciples here for Hell Realm training, and it’s rare that all three are from the same family.

“This place is truly desolate.” Wang Xuan surveys the grassland, where within a hundred li, there’s no vegetation. It is said that Hell Realm has invaded once, entering the homeland of the Mother Star.

Although driven back, it still caused a significant impact.

Chen Qingniu holds a stone in his hand, infiltrating it with Divine Thought, finding it filled with Demonic Qi, likely resulting from the invasion.

“Of course, even though we’ve suppressed Hell Realm and prevented it from crossing the Gate of the World, their actual strength is formidable, and Hell Realm is special.

Our combat power there is affected, while the combat power of Hell Creatures is exceedingly strong, and the environment is extraordinarily harsh, mainly serving as a training ground, providing us with practice,” Zhou Wu explains.

He has been here once before, but didn’t have profound interaction—back then, it was the height of battle, with many wild animals contaminated within hundreds of li, where he and others were clearing.

In Wang Xuan’s sight, three to four hundred people are distributed behind the Gate of the World, either meditating and cultivating, or chatting, eating, and drinking.

When they arrived here, they didn’t enter Hell Realm immediately but underwent some training before proceeding into Hell Realm under the guidance of some senior members to eliminate Hell Creatures.

“Amitabha, Friend Wang, long time no see.” A bald monk approaches, none other than Mingxin, a disciple under the Universal Relief Bodhisattva, and Su Xiaowei’s senior brother.

Wang Xuan smiles, “Master Mingxin is here for training as well? What a coincidence. How is Xiaowei at Precious Light Temple? It’s been six months since she went up the mountain.”

“Junior Sister Ming Ling is well. Her insight and innate talent in Buddhist Dharma surpass others; she has gained tranquility and peace, comprehending much wisdom.

In less than half a year, her cultivation level has soared; my master has asked her to consolidate her foundation, especially since Junior Sister Ming Ling is quite young.”

Wang Xuan nods: “That’s good.”

“Wasn’t she, Junior Sister, home during the New Year? Friend Wang didn’t see her? She returned somewhat sullen, probably angry with you,” Monk Mingxin says.

“I didn’t bump into her when I returned home,” Wang Xuan replies, though he intentionally avoided her.

“Is that so.”

After preparations, the group finally entered the Gate of the World, directly reaching Hell Realm.

Crossing the Gate of the World, looking up, Wang Xuan promptly sees three rounds of blood moons. Their dim and cold glow casts a chill on the ground, evoking a sense of coldness.

Above, a colossal figure sits like a Divine Statue; with every breath, winds rise and clouds surge, easily altering the celestial phenomena. The overwhelming blood and Qi repel everything, and the mighty physique encompasses the area below.

Where he is, is the Spirit Mountain Pure Land.

Within a hundred li of the Realm Gate, there is nothing unusual; Wang Xuan even feels as if he’s on the Mother Star, knowing it’s due to the presence of the powerful guardian here.

“This is our Third Master, rumored to be Half-Step Immortal, guarding this Gate of the World for a long time, killing many Hell Demons, including ten Demon Kings of True Immortal level.”

Chen Qingniu shows deep respect; the power of a Half-Step Immortal is tremendous, and unless that Great Monarch of Hell appears, this Gate of the World is utterly secure.

Here, Wang Xuan sees many South Asians and Southeast Asians; due to differences in cultivation between factions, their styles and aura can be easily distinguished.

Zhou Chengwu leads, dividing the hundred from Immortal Martial Mountain into ten small teams, one Dharma Body for several Divinity Transformation cultivators, and the rest are Controlling the Sky and Human Immortal Realm cultivators.

Human Immortal cultivators are considered a burden; many teams don’t want them because not only can they not provide effective help, they also require diverted attention for protection.

“That’s settled.” Zhou Chengwu forcefully pairs them, creating balanced teams with individual expertise: “Wulin, your team has more members because Wang Xuan is a Pill Master, capable of healing.

Also, take good care of Wang Xuan; this Pill Master is invaluable, the masters and seniors don’t want him to encounter any mishaps.”

Wulin and Lin Xi reply, “No problem, we will protect him well.”

Of the ten teams, theirs is the most unique—not only paired with two Third Realm Earth Immortal Dharma Body cultivators, but also two Human Immortal Realm members, plus Wang Xuan the Pill Master, totaling thirteen.

Gazing at the three rounds of blood moons, the group walks out of the protected space, moving further from the Realm Gate, and soon they are a thousand li away.

“Nearby has been swept clean; the area we’re heading to has been surveyed by True Immortal powers, watching every Demon King, often engaging in battles.”

Wulin says, having been with Lin Xi in Hell Realm for a long time, they have a thorough understanding of this place, knowing the safety amidst crisis.

The environment of Hell Realm is truly harsh, filled with Demonic Qi permeating the realm, scorching with smoke; everyone forms a layer of isolation on their bodies, halting all breathing.

Earth Immortal cultivators survive without eating, drinking, or breathing, reliant on nothing external, able to endure for a long time with extremely resilient life force.

Wang Xuan taps the brown-black soil, which seems soaked by blood, irrigating the land repeatedly, carrying a pungent bloody smell and remarkable hardness.

The plants seen here are sparse; the Flower of Hell is one, blooming where blood is spilt, absorbing energy from the blood to grow.

Thorn Demon Tree is another; if stung by it, paralysis and death follow, as its roots penetrate the corpse to absorb nutrients.

Several kilometers away, a pitch-black eyeball hovers suspended in mid-air, moving constantly, observing everything around.

It’s known as the Eye of the Demon, cultivated by the Demon Lord as a guard, overseeing the Lord’s territory; encountering it means they are near a Demon Lord.

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