Chapter 295 Netherworld Road

As the Weird King finished speaking, the entire underground palace seemed to begin to shake. Yang Ping'an seemed to be in a state of complete weightlessness. His soul power seemed to have disappeared without a trace, as if he had become an ordinary person. Both his original martial soul and the golden dragon martial soul seemed to have no connection at all at this moment.

Yang Ping'an seemed to be falling rapidly, as if he was under a huge suction force. He passed out directly. It was unknown how much time passed before he gradually woke up.

When Yang Ping'an observed the surrounding environment again, he seemed to be on a very large altar. The altar was a hundred meters long and wide, with a huge statue in the middle, which looked like an evil spirit.

Especially the statue with a huge mouth opened and a long tongue sticking out, like a staircase. I wonder where the back leads to?
Yang Ping'an carefully observed the area around the altar. There seemed to be no way out, as if he was in a different space.

At this moment, the huge statue's eyes turned red, and it seemed to emit endless black air, surrounding Yang Ping'an. At this moment, Yang Ping'an only felt that his whole body was cold, as if endless breath was merging into his body. Finally, all the breath gathered at the center of Yang Ping'an's eyebrows, forming a black sickle mark.

A voice appeared in Yang Ping'an's mind: "The inheritor of the God of Death must live towards death. The first of the nine tests of the God of Death is to walk through the netherworld. There is no time limit. If you fail the test, you will die."

When Yang Pingan came back to his senses, nothing seemed to have changed around him. The only difference was that the tongue of the demon statue seemed to be filled with an endless black aura, as if it really led to hell.

Yang Ping'an thought carefully for a while, finally gritted his teeth, and began to walk towards the strange stairs.

Before Yang Ping'an stepped onto the stairs, a black plaque appeared on the stairs with two words written on it: Netherworld.

At this moment, Yang Ping'an roughly understood that the stairs formed by the tongues of the statues in front of him was probably the so-called road to the underworld.

But now Yang Ping'an had no way to retreat, so he stepped directly onto the stairs. At that moment, Yang Ping'an felt that his whole body seemed to have undergone a huge change. His height, which was originally close to two meters, suddenly became that of a child. The scene in front of him also changed greatly, as if he had returned to the time when he first opened his eyes after being born.

Yang Ping'an ignored the changes in his body, and even more so the black aura coming from the Netherworld Road, and took the first step with all his strength.

But just with this step, a very strange scene appeared before his eyes. The surroundings seemed to be full of laughter. A middle-aged man was holding a child, and on the bed was a very beautiful woman. However, at the moment, she seemed to be too tired, and her whole body looked very weak.

The middle-aged man smiled and said, "Wife, this is our son. I named him Ping An. I hope he will grow up peacefully and live a peaceful life."

The beautiful woman stroked the child's face and said, "Okay, Xiaohui, our child will be named Ping An."

Yang Ping'an looked at the scene in front of him, tears streaming down his face, because this was the first day he came into this world and also the happiest day of his life.

Yang Ping'an seemed very reluctant to see the scene in front of him, but he still took the second step with all his strength. The scene in front of him flew around, and in an instant it seemed as if he had arrived at the next day. At this moment, Yu Xiaohui was holding his newborn baby, and seemed to be welcoming various guests, with a smile in his eyes.

After walking for a few steps, Yang Ping'an seemed to gradually understand the meaning of this Netherworld Road. It was allowing him to go through his life again, re-taste the ups and downs of his life, and re-taste the love and hate of his life. In particular, Yang Ping'an felt that on this Netherworld Road, his senses seemed to have expanded countless times, and he seemed to be very easily affected by the scenes in front of him.

What Yang Ping'an didn't know was that there seemed to be a pair of blood-red eyes in the space, staring at Yang Ping'an: "There is life and there is death. From birth to death, it is the netherworld. I hope you can face your feelings, transcend your feelings, and don't lose yourself, otherwise this netherworld road will be a road to the underworld."

In the surroundings that Yang Ping'an couldn't see, the Netherworld Road seemed to be filled with bones, obviously those of people who had once been lost on this Netherworld Road.

Every step Yang Ping'an took represented a day, and it seemed that the whole person would return to the scene of that day. The emotions seemed to be magnified countless times, making people extremely intoxicated, and every step he took seemed to enter a new day.

As time went by, Yang Ping'an seemed to be gradually lost and immersed in this memory. He even forgot why he was walking on this path. He hoped to go back to the past, so that he could change the tragedy that his parents had experienced.

It was unknown how much time had passed before Yang Ping'an finally lived to 750 days old, which was when he was two years old. This was also the source of all the tragedies.

Yang Ping'an watched his father and mother being hunted down, and he seemed filled with hatred. A murderous aura rose up into the sky, as if he wanted to tear Yu Luomian into pieces.

But at this moment, there seemed to be a coolness gradually melting into her heart. It was a tear. Yang Yulan had been running all the way for the young Yang Ping'an, but no matter how dangerous it was, she would hold him tightly in her arms. A tear flowed from Yang Yulan's eyes and dripped onto Yang Ping'an's young face.

Perhaps it was the mother's love that restored a bit of clarity to him, and his mind returned to this dark road.

Yang Ping'an gritted his teeth and took another step forward without paying attention to the scene in front of him. Just as his mother named him, he hoped that he would live a peaceful life, and he probably also hoped that he would walk through this dark road safely.

Just taking another step, Yang Pingan instantly woke up. This Nether Road was to let him walk through all the roads of his life again, including all his love, all his feelings, and even all his choices. If he got lost in it, he would be doomed. Especially the black aura on the Nether Road, with every step he took, it seemed to gradually begin to blend into his body and soul, a bit like the light of Poseidon transforming his body, the only difference was that the light of Poseidon focused on the transformation of the body, while the power of the god of death invaded his soul. As long as he made a mistake, he would be shattered to pieces in an instant.

Yang Ping'an looked at the Netherworld Road carefully again. It seemed like a ladder to heaven, and it seemed to be getting narrower and narrower. At the beginning, it was nearly two meters wide, but now it is less than one meter wide. Especially at the top of the Netherworld Road, it was less than half a foot wide, and the two sides seemed like cliffs thousands of feet high.

In the end, Yang Ping'an gritted his teeth, ignored the scene in front of him, and took another step forward.

As time passed, Yang Pingan himself didn't know how much time had passed. The scene before his eyes was like a passing show. His original childhood gradually turned into a young man.

During this period, Yang Ping'an had experienced endless pain, including the day his father died, his mother's tears, his mother's last breath, his hard work in cultivating within the academy, and even the various thrills of hunting soul beasts.

As he walked further on the Netherworld Road, Yang Ping'an's entire body seemed to undergo other changes. His skin, which originally had a slight golden tint, seemed to gradually become duller. The black lines in the middle of his skin seemed to become denser and denser, even forming a large net, covering every inch of skin and even every cell of his body.

There were two most thrilling moments, namely when he killed Yu Luomian and Tang Hao. As the picture in his eyes changed, he also became furious, his eyes were red, and it seemed that his body was about to lose control at any time, as if he was about to fall into this dark road.

When he reached his current age, that is, the day he walked into the Netherworld Road, his skin seemed to have turned completely dark, and his body was emitting a black aura. However, it seemed that this was not the end of the Netherworld Road, but rather another beginning.

Although Yang Ping'an was a little confused, he continued to move forward.

But after walking up about three hundred steps, I seemed to have entered a very terrifying scene.

Yang Ping'an seemed to be on a battlefield. Three figures hundreds of feet tall appeared in the sky. One of them turned into a huge angel with a golden sword in his hand. This was Qian Renxue after she became a god. Bibi Dong was also dressed in black, holding a huge Rakshasa sickle in her hand.

Opposite them, there was a huge blood-red figure, holding a blood-red sword in his hand, and his eyes seemed full of hatred. It was the Shura God Tang San.

Yang Ping'an was shocked and looked around carefully. It seemed to be a huge battlefield. It should be the legendary Battle of Jialing Pass. Countless people from both sides fell in a pool of blood, including his master Ju Douluo and his uncle Ghost Douluo, and even countless masters of the Wuhun Empire.

At this moment, Yang Ping'an is just an ordinary member of the Wuhun Empire. Although his soul power has reached the peak of level ninety-nine, he seems so insignificant in front of the three gods.

In particular, the Asura God Tang San, holding the Asura Demon Sword, killed Bibi Dong and Qian Renxue one after another, and finally came to Yang Pingan and roared: "Yang Pingan, you killed my father, whether it is you or the people related to you, I will cut them into pieces."

Even though Yang Ping'an tried his best, he seemed to have no power to resist the Shura Demon Sword. He could even vaguely see the corpses of Shui Bing'er and others, and his eyes seemed to be a sea of ​​blood.

At this moment, Yang Ping'an's body emanated a terrifying murderous aura, and a black breath spread throughout the world, like the god of death.

When Yang Ping'an came to his senses again, he had already arrived at the end of the Netherworld Road. There were cliffs thousands of feet high on both sides. If he was not careful, he would fall down. There was no way back.

Yang Ping'an was very clear that the situation before him was probably his real fear. Only by breaking the fear in his heart and even defeating it could he take this last step.

At this moment, Yang Ping'an seemed to have thought of something, and his heart suddenly became extremely calm. He silently recited the Heart Sutra: Emptiness is color, color is emptiness, emptiness is not different from color, color is not different from emptiness.

Everything before your eyes is just an illusion. As long as you are strong enough in your heart, you can be as still as a mountain and defeat any enemy and the fear in your heart.

As Yang Ping's heart became calmer and calmer, he was like the sea. Even if he encountered huge waves, he would remain unmoved.

As Yang Ping'an's heart felt extremely empty and peaceful, he finally took the last step and stood at the end of the road to the underworld.

At this moment, the entire Netherworld Road collapsed layer by layer, and in the end only Yang Pingan was left standing at the highest point.

At this moment, a voice came from Yang Ping'an's mind: "The first of the nine tests of the God of Death. If you pass the Netherworld Road, you will be rewarded with 10% affinity with the God of Death."

Then there seemed to be a huge suction force coming from the sky, and when Yang Pingan reacted again, he was already back in the Death Palace. (End of this chapter)