He was heavily injured in the Second Hall.
Then, he burned his quintessence and ran through almost half of Hell.
At this moment.
King Chujiang's soul was like a candle in the wind, flickering incessantly.
It was as if a strong gust of wind could blow it out.
Not to mention now.
A hand had already penetrated his body.
He was already standing on the edge of the cliff.
Someone gave him another hard shove.
A King Yanluo of his generation.
He was about to fall on the city walls that symbolized the supreme power of the underworld.
This had to be said.
It was a great irony.
This was an irreversible outcome. His downfall had already been determined.
Down below, many of the officials in the city were still unaware that yet another King Yanluo of Hell was about to vanish from the face of the earth.
A thousand years was considered a very long time, even for the existence of the underworld. It was so long that the several generations of officials of the underworld had long become accustomed to the high and mighty status of the small temple on Mount Tai. They were used to the Yama-Kings of the Ten Palaces guarding a region.
In this world, there was no system that was absolutely excellent. Any system, as long as one was used to it, was a good system.
Lawyer An had shouted in front of Zhou Ze more than once like a charlatan, "The wind is going to blow, the wind is going to blow!"
Possibly,
Lawyer an himself did not expect this,
This was a gale that was about to sweep through hell.
It was actually his own boss.
I started it myself.
When Wang Lu of Equality died, it was already the time when a storm was brewing.
However, because of that time, Zhou Ze and Ying Gou had wreaked havoc in hell, it had been forcefully put on hold.
And this time,
He had pressed the stop button a year and a half ago.
He was about to start anew in his own hands.
The world was impermanent, but there were always traces to follow. The more he drew, the more it looked like a circle.
…
The First Palace.
King Qinguang Jiang stood at the side of the Minor Abyss Hell.
He pushed the peach tree beside him.
Fallen petals were in profusion.
The roots were uprooted.
This was the one and only peach tree in Hell, a peach tree that looked exactly the same as the one in the mortal realm.
He fell into the abyss.
It was over.
Keep it,
It was meaningless.
No matter how much one loves and cherishes something,
It would no longer have any meaning.
The Second Hall.
The few surviving purple-ribbon judges were lying on the side of the ruined walls of the Second Hall.
Their faces were filled with numbness and confusion.
It was as if,
The sky was falling.
Yes,
For them,
On this day.
It had indeed collapsed.
It collapsed without any rhyme or reason.
The collapse caught them off guard.
It collapsed like a joke.
The big guy was still in a trance.
The day before, His Highness was in seclusion.
Today, His Highness perished in hell.
They could not see the general trend of the situation.
He only knew that after the prince was gone,
The Second Divine Hall would soon be reduced to the same state as the Ninth Divine Hall, which had been bathed in blood.
In fact, the entire Ninth Hall had basically been cleansed in blood and was already empty. However, they, the people who had survived under the Moon Lava, would be labeled and continue to face a miserable future.
Possibly,
This would instead be an even greater torment.
The Third Hall.
The Emperor of Song was sitting in a pavilion.
Listening to Mr. Su singing,
Mr. Su was clearly singing a sad song.
However, the more Emperor Yu listened, the happier he became.
He was so happy that his body began to tremble.
Tea began to spill out of the teacup in his hand, but he didn't realize it.
He wanted to laugh.
He wanted to be happy.
The more he tried to do something, the more he was avoiding something.
He refused to admit it.
Not admitting it.
Never admit it!
The Fourth Hall.
Wu Guan Wang Lu stood by the Blood River.
He looked at the white bones that kept rolling in the river.
His expression was indifferent.
Scrolls of documents floated out from behind him and fell into the Blood River. They began to melt.
These records, these documents, these things were all meaningless.
The newcomers would do it all over again and would not cherish these things. Therefore, it was better to throw them all away at once!
The Fifth Hall.
King Yama Bao sat in the hall.
He looked at the dog-headed guillotine in front of him.
His eyes were deep in thought.
On the dog-headed guillotine, the cold light was still there.
However, in King Yama Bao's eyes, there was no longer the light from back then.
What was gone was fortitude.
The rest.
There was only time.
The Sixth Hall.
King Biancheng sat on a high slope in the vast Little Hell of Exile. In front of him, there was a huge pit. The officials escorted the souls of the sinful souls and began to carry out the torture of burying them alive.
King Biancheng reached out and grabbed a handful of frozen soil.
He placed it on his forehead.
He slowly let go.
It was as if he wanted to bury himself alive.
If he could be buried alive,
That would be the best.
It was better than continuing to live and standing outside.
When he looked at the newcomer and smiled.
In the end,
Should he cry?
The Seventh Hall.
King Dong of Mount Tai stood in front of a painting.
The man in the painting was dressed in white, and beside him stood a simple and honest ape.
King Dong of Mount Tai slowly reached out and took off the crown on his head. He placed it in front of the painting.
He sighed.
"I've lost it. I've lost it. I can't defend it anymore. I really can't defend it anymore."
From the era of the Prefect to one of the Yama Kings.
Mount Tai's orthodoxy had never been in his hands, but he lived like a symbol.
Now.
Even this remaining symbol would be stripped away.
It was gone.
It was gone.
The Eighth Hall.
City Wang Huang looked coldly at the thousands of souls cooking in the cauldron.
He stretched out his hand.
He picked up his favorite inkstone.
He threw it into the firewood.
In the future.
The imperial brush was vermilion.
He wouldn't need it anymore.
He might as well burn it. Burn it. Take it.
The Ninth Hall.
A red-ribboned judge sat in the middle of the empty hall with a blank look in his eyes.
The Tenth Hall.
Lunhui Wang Xue overturned all the documents on the table.
He let out an angry roar!
...
Back then.
The Ten Yama Kings were missing an equal Wang Lu.
It represented the damage of the round mirror.
Now.
There was one less King Chujiang.
It meant that this disintegration could no longer be stopped.
Everyone was sighing.
Everyone was also sad.
Everyone was also helpless.
But everyone.
None of them were innocent.
The only different equal Wang Lu had also completely dissipated a year and a half ago.
The thorny head had been pulled out long ago.
The rest.
It was a pot of frogs.
The warm water had been boiled into boiling water.
He couldn't run away.
King Chujiang slowly raised his head.
He continued to look at Zhou Ze.
Dense fireflies began to disperse around him. This was the last remaining source of King Chujiang.
If he didn't take the initiative to hand it over, Zhou Ze wouldn't eat it.
Because this meant a lot of trouble. If he ate it, it would be easy for him to have indigestion and be poisoned.
Moreover.
There was not much left of this source.
It was much less than what the old monkey had given him before he died.
Most of it.
It had already been consumed in the process of chasing.
"Wh … Why?"
King Chujiang was still puzzled.
At this time, he was like an ordinary person before he was killed in the Yang Realm. What he sought was nothing more than death. He also wanted to understand why he died.
"I... did it."
"But … And then?"
"It's very difficult."
"But … And then?"
"So, I know you definitely can't do it."
"..." King Chujiang.
Today.
For the third time, King Chujiang thought of the name of that dish.
I've done it before.
So, I know how difficult it is for him.
Even for me, it's so difficult.
Then.
At your level.
You can't do it at all.
So.
Since you can't do it even if you keep your life.
It's better to die.
It's cruel.
It's very realistic.
It had a cold texture to it.
At this moment.
King Chujiang knew.
His ending had been decided.
No matter what he said, no matter what he promised.
For the man in front of him.
He didn't care.
In his eyes.
What he saw was not caring.
He really did not care.
He did not care about the country he had once conquered. He did not care about the tens of thousands of miles of territory he had once sat on the White Bone Throne.
He did not care about the changes in the sun, moon, and stars, nor did he care about the changes in Yin and Yang.
"I... I'm very curious... Back then... Why did you... Stop it..."
Zhou Ze slowly raised his arm.
The King of Hell.
He raised it.
Originally, he didn't intend to say anything more to him.
But since it involved what happened in the past.
There was no harm in saying a few more words.
"Because... I sat in that position back then."
In his tone.
With dissatisfaction.
With disgust.
It was as if he had encountered a problem, but he had no choice but to deal with it. In short, he was very reluctant.
Because I was the Lord of Hell.
When the change in Yin and Yang was about to appear.
He could only go up and stop it.
After all, in Ying Gou's dictionary.
There was no word "escape.".
Even if the price he had to pay for this was that he had succeeded, he would still fall.
But he didn't regret it. What he felt was the kind of annoyance and... disgust.
"Last … Last … Last question …"
King Chujiang's voice was already very, very soft.
As most of the remaining origin dissipated,
His consciousness became more and more blurry.
"Last... Question... Why... Why... Why... Why did the ten of us... Come to this day... Today..."
Why..,
Why..,
Why exactly?
Perhaps before he returned to the sun, perhaps when Ying Gou came to the door of his palace, he did not realize what his death meant.
But now..,
He understood.
When he passed Mount Tai but could not enter, he understood.
His death..,
Was the key to the collapse of the Yama system of the Ten Halls,
His death..,
Would announce the complete collapse of the Yama system of the Ten Halls.
The old one would go down.
The new one would come up.
The Bodhisattva lied to him.
No..,
The Bodhisattva did not lie to him.
When he returned to the sun and asked the Bodhisattva, the Bodhisattva told him about a stage. An era, a stage.
He thought that the Bodhisattva was talking about Ying Gou.
Actually..,
The Bodhisattva was talking about him.
The Bodhisattva said that he was willing to wait for another sixty years.
The Yama Kings also thought that they still had sixty years of glory.
But in fact..,
Less than two years!
The Bodhisattva..,
Couldn't wait.
Yes..,
He really couldn't wait. He was waiting for me... to die.
King Chujiang was waiting,
Waiting for Ying Gou to give him an answer.
Ying Gou looked at him,
He opened his mouth and gave the answer,
After hearing this answer..,
King Chujiang's body..,
Completely collapsed..,
Dissipated in this vast underworld of Hell..,
The moment it dissipated..,
He seemed to be still savoring the answer:
"De... is... not... worthy... of... position..."