Chapter 428 - Red Becomes Hell (2/2)

ROAR!

A guttural and unwilling roar echoed from beneath. It was heart-wrenching, sad, yet somewhat relieved. Yan Zaizen had already rendered the Infernal Deity's Dead Soul that had long since entered an endless passive state powerless. While its cultivation into the Infernal Path was amazing, it was merely an Infernal Deity, which was equivalent to a Heavenly Commander.

Yan Zaizen's soul base could rival the foundation of a Heavenly Monarch. If translated to the soul, Yan Zaizen was like Goliath to a goldfish out of water. It wasn't even fair.

”Gather!” Yan Zaizen slapped his palms together, causing surging waves to waft outwards, reflecting on the red sand. In a split second, all the red sand in every direction from edge to edge started to surge towards Yan Zaizen. It was like trillion trillions of red ants traveling towards a single direction.

A literal sea of red.

”Condense!” Of course, Yan Zaizen couldn't allow that to truly happen or its gathered mass could affect the continental stability. Therefore, he slowly pulled his palms apart and from within, a vortex of red was formed.

The red sand ceaselessly entered the vortex yet it remained the size of a penny. Regardless of how much sand entered, it only grew redder and redder, but never grew larger.

For the next few minutes, the red sand of the Dead Soul Sea disappeared into the vortex. When all was done, the last speck of sand entered the vortex, the truth beneath the sand was revealed.

Before, Yan Zaizen was merely a few feet away from ground level, and while he didn't move, the ground had appeared...about three miles down. Yan Zaizen saw the chasm formed and his amber-gold eyes sparkled with a tinge of interest.

Old Man Bo was floating on his own power, gawking at the chasm below and his eyes were bulging. He...he saw…

”So this is why you couldn't revive,” Yan Zaizen said, a hint of pity in his eyes as he gazed downwards. He witnessed the sight of a very large head. A human head, and merely that. It was slightly ethereal, seemingly capable of being a ghost of one's imagination. At its glabella was a White-Bone Orb - its Hell Altar.

It had grey teeth with a single teeth type, bicuspid. Its white hair was thin despite being as long as rivers. They were haphazardly spread upon the head, covering its facial features a little. Its eyes were open. No, it had no eyelids to speak of.

Those eyes were like a sea of souls. A still picture that seemed to be like a painting. These were the condemned souls refined by the Infernal Deity. There were all sorts of creatures within, even dogs and cats. They all seemed to be horrifically screaming, trying to claw their way out of its eyes.

At the sides of these eyes were silver lines of tears, still wet. Yan Zaizen's eyes brightened when he saw those tears. He raised his hands slightly and two large drops, capable of drowning a town, existed from the lines of silver tears and was brought to Yan Zaizen.

He licked his lips slightly. His soul felt a desire he hadn't felt before - hunger. Without hesitation, he opened his mouth and the silver liquid entered his mouth, disappearing in a blink. Two gigantic tears vanished in a brief moment.

Buuuurp!

Yan Zaizen patted his stomach and a delightful smile surfaced. ”Infernal Spirit Liquid. So pure, quite delicious.” If Heavenly Law Liquid was the condensed form of heavenly aura and energy, then Infernal Spirit Liquid was the Hell equivalent.

It was boundlessly useful to the soul, and with it, Yan Zaizen had recovered a millionth of his Soul Cultivation's energy reserves. With this, he was truly unrivaled in the Xiantu Realm.

He shifted his attention to the swirling vortex of red. ”Perfect,” Yan Zaizen remarked. This was the foundation of his Hell Altar. He decided to no longer delay and a strand of his Paragon Soul Essence left and entered the vortex.

Right now, the Hell Altar was in the process of forming to its elementary stages. After that, he'll be able to forge it into a Hell of his own making and design, absorbing the essence of the world and transforming it into infernal soul energy. With it, he'll have one more assurance in his venture to save his original body.

Unlike the Heavenly Shrine which was stored in the body, the Hell Altar wasn't stored within. Instead, it was always present beside. It was the act of storing it into your soul that can cause your Soul Flame and soulforce to be corrupted, so only those who've mastered their Hell Altar to a certain point would try.

Even an Infernal Deity would only be forced to become a Dead Soul if they tried. However, if you succeeded without corruption, just like the Dead Souls who had immortality, you would similarly become immortal. A perpetual degree of soulforce, inexhaustible as long as you had energy.

Those at that level were similar to Heavenly Monarchs and were referred to as Infernal Immortals.

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