Chapter 43 The Underworld?

On the endless sea, there is a seemingly boundless continent. No matter how the raging waves beat and erode for billions of years, they cannot conquer this continent. At the junction of the coast, occasionally some gravel will fall off from this unimaginably solid land under the tearing of the raging waves, and will be immediately swept away by the waves that seem to be impatient, as if snatching spoils, and disappear in the vast sea in an instant.

This continent originally had no name. It was not until later that a powerful cultivator on the continent broke through the void and ascended in broad daylight, becoming an immortal immortal. Then other creatures on the continent gave the place where they lived a name, a name full of envy and bitterness - the human world.

In contrast, the corner of the space that was broken when the first cultivator ascended in broad daylight seemed to be full of warmth and peace. It was called the fairy world.

With the human world and the fairy world, where do people go after death?

With this question, and the appearance of ghosts transformed from some powerful or special creatures after death, people speculated that there is an unconfirmed world, the world where the dead go - the underworld.

In all records, the underworld is the destination of all the dead, and it is full of death. Any living creature with life that appears in the underworld, even the most powerful and powerful person among the monks, will be instantly killed by the death of the underworld, or assimilated, and become a real member of the underworld.

As for whether the immortals in the fairy world can survive in the underworld, the creatures in the human world have no way of knowing, and can only position this result with beautiful expectations - yes. Because the fairy world is beautiful, and the immortals are omnipotent!

———————————— Overview of the Three Realms in "The Universe and the Hundred Things".

Recalling the records in "The Universe and the Hundred Things" that he had read as a leisure book since he was a child, Li Chuyi's mouth twitched slightly, and he coughed out a mouthful of blood quietly, and observed the surroundings with vigilance.

Now his clothes were torn to pieces, and countless tiny wounds were all over his body, slowly oozing blood. Only the Qiankun bag on his neck was intact, proudly proving the excellent quality assurance of the "Taoist brand".

Li Chuyi showed a trace of pain from time to time on his face, which was also covered with blood. After a burning sensation in his lungs, he would cough out a mouthful of blood. Silently feeling the condition of his body, Li Chuyi knew that he had internal injuries, which were more serious than his miserable appearance.

"If I keep vomiting like this, I don't know if I will spit out all my blood and become a dried human. If I really become a dried human, then I have to find a Taoist priest to directly sacrifice myself into a zombie with intelligence, and become a living dead to practice the way of life and death."

Li Chuyi smiled self-deprecatingly. He knew that even if he wanted to call for help, he couldn't make a sound, let alone a Taoist priest. Moreover, even if he could shout out, looking at the thick deathly aura around him, it seemed like the underworld recorded in "The Universe and All Things", he dared not shout out loud, and even dared not move.

Are you kidding!

If this is really the underworld, then although I don't know why he has not been assimilated, if he shouts out and causes something to happen, he will have nowhere to cry; if this is not the underworld, it is not much better. Looking at the thick deathly aura here, although I don't know why it has no effect on him for the time being, who knows if there will be any monsters hidden in it that affect social harmony. If he is born to attract it and swallow his fragrant and plump meat, it would be better to be assimilated by the deathly aura.

At this time, in the mind of Li Chuyi, the only one who was not injured, he repeatedly echoed what the Taoist priest had said to him: "If you are trapped in an unknown dangerous place, you must stay calm; if you are seriously injured, even if you are about to die, you must stay calm; if you encounter an enemy that you cannot defeat, or an enemy with a blood feud, you must stay calm. In short, you must stay calm when encountering things, because there is always a way out, and there is always a way out. If you can stay calm, then you may still find a glimmer of hope; if you lose your calmness, become crazy, or even collapse, then congratulations, you are dead! Remember to notify me when the time comes, I will burn paper for you during festivals and send you flowers on Qingming Festival, both white and yellow. Hmm? What is Qingming Festival? That's not something you should know, get out of the way!"

"Although I don't know what Qingming Festival is and why I have to send flowers, it shouldn't be a good thing from the Taoist priest's mouth." Recalling what the Taoist priest said, Li Chuyi smiled slightly, which instantly turned into pain, and he twitched his mouth a few times.

Therefore, whether it was the itchy and painful feeling brought to Li Chuyi by the countless tiny wounds on his body that made his scalp numb, or the excruciating pain of his internal organs being torn and stirred over and over again, even if these two feelings were mixed together to torture him, they could not move Li Chuyi at this moment.

"I am the invincible Li Chuyi, the pain is an illusion, I feel nothing! I am the invincible Li Chuyi..."

Repeating these words silently, Li Chuyi constantly overcame the excruciating pain that tortured him and made him go crazy, and tried to mentally regard himself as a bystander to alleviate the pain.

At the same time, he silently operated his inner strength. Even though the pain in his body increased a bit during the exercise, he just clenched his teeth with a ferocious face and continued without hesitation.

There was a voice in his mind that kept telling him that he was tired and needed to rest for a while, but Li Chuyi did not dare to relax at all. Because he knew that once he relaxed, he would never find that ray of hope again.

When the breath in his body ran to the second chapter with the silently recited scriptures, Li Chuyi suddenly found that his pain suddenly eased a little. Although this little bit seemed so small that it seemed like an illusion, Li Chuyi, who was tortured by unimaginable pain all the time, could clearly feel it.

"Could it be that the second chapter of this "Daodian" is about healing?"

No matter what the second chapter talks about, as long as it is useful at this time, it's fine. Among the nine chapters of the second chapter, Li Chuyi only cultivated the first two chapters, so he made a prompt decision and stopped running other scriptures. The breath in his body was fully used to operate the two chapters of the second chapter.

As the technique was running, although it was so slow that it was almost unnoticeable, Li Chuyi could still clearly feel that he was getting better little by little.

Li Chuyi exhaled lightly and felt a little relieved. The Taoist was right. Nothing is absolute. There is always a glimmer of hope. If there were no accidents, this chance of life might have been firmly grasped in his hands under his calmness.

Li Chuyi, who was slightly relieved, freed up a little mind to recall everything that had happened before. Suddenly, hatred and fear surged in his heart, making him grind his teeth and make a sound. The joints of his tightly clenched fists turned white, revealing blue veins.

A low roar full of hatred sounded in the thick deathly air.

"Dayan!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"