Necropolis Immortal

The hell dao that Lu Yun cultivated was perfected off the foundations of the mountain god’s hell dao. What made his different was that he had six hells, and that the Hell of Order was the core of the six.

Only with order was there a basis of life. Only with order could life spring forth and flourish. And only with order did life have a final destination.

That was why Violetgrave had told Lu Yun all those years ago that the hell yet to appear was the most vital one. She’d said that he would set foot on his own path and create his own future only after he comprehended the existence of that hell.

Lu Yun did indeed successfully grasp the Hell of Order and light its hellfire, turning it into the Disordered Hell and making the six hells whole. That was how he was able to truly set foot onto hell dao and surpass where the god of Mount Tai had once stood.

If the mountain god had been able to create the Disordered Hell, then he might not have died. His world of hell dao sequence wouldn’t have fallen either.

Hell dao encompassed not only the six hells, but also Ruina and the Firmament Prison. Ruina commanded the seas and was the ultimate resting place for all living beings in the sea. The sea was a different ecosystem compared to the others—hence, it’d compelled Ruina to appear. Ruina itself was a hell as well and could split off into six hells. It counted as a branch of the netherworld.

As for what exactly the Firmament Prison was, that stumped Lu Yun to this day.

He possessed only a tiny fragment of it. While it contained a bit of the prison’s great dao, it was so minuscule that he wasn’t able to derive anything from it. It was like an unknown seed—while it might contain a towering tree, Lu Yun couldn’t see what could possibly grow from it.

Even so, the six hells were the foundation of hell dao. If he could advance them to peak perfection, then he might be able to make the seed sprout. To that end, he brainstormed a myriad of possibilities that could potentially work. If he combined all six hells into one, his strength would leap forward and possibly reach unfathomable levels.

He’d yet to visit the locale he was setting out for because he’d previously been unable to claim the Netherdark Hell. But now that he’d refined the other four, the core essence of his hell was strong enough for him to corral the remaining one.

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“I waited here for two thousand years. What took you so long? You’re finally here,” Violetgrave looked mournfully at Lu Yun.

“Eh, hang on a second, don’t look at me that way!” Lu Yun jumped with shock when he saw Violetgrave’s expression. “I, I have dao partners…”

Long violet hair framed her violet eyes and she looked captivatingly airy in a violet robe. It didn’t seem possible that any man in existence could resist her presence.

“What are you talking about?!” Violetgrave’s piteous look snapped into a vicious glare. “The old mountain god’s lingering will refuses to disperse and the power of the Netherdark Hell is regathering. It wants to swallow me whole, so there’s no place for me to go but here!”

She was quite dejected and her Bluegrave replica was part of her again. She’d thought that freedom was hers after she left the spatial node in the darkness, but she’d ended up right back here. She hadn’t been able to go anywhere during these years!

“The lingering will of the mountain god?” Lu Yun frowned. “Then Tianqi…”

“Don’t worry about him, the kid’s got something that protects him. The fragmented spirit of the god of Mount Tai can’t do anything to him.” Violetgrave thought for a moment. “Be very careful about that mountain god, he won’t die that easily. Also, Hongjun, Pangu, and God think they’re friends with him? He used them! He’s been using them all this time. They didn’t need to stay here!

“He’s the one who brought their family and heirs to this land.”

Violetgrave didn’t have a good impression of the mountain god since he’d appeared several times in the fourth realm. He’d borrowed Tianqi’s body to facilitate the war a hundred thousand years ago, and it was highly likely that everything Hongjun did in life after life was a compulsion from the mountain god.

Hongjun carried immense retribution on him, of that there was no doubt. But when Lu Yun tried burning off the retribution with the Judgment of Life or Death, he hadn’t been able to touch a single hair on Hongjun’s head. Plainly, the Tome of Life and Death didn’t think that Hongjun deserved death.

“Also…” Violetgrave droned on when she saw Lu Yun’s eyes glaze over.

“Can you finish saying everything all at once?” The young man rubbed his forehead.

“Alright alright, this is the last thing I have to say. The mountain god can’t sense the existence of your sixth hell due to the limits of his potential. My pet theory is that when you reach grand perfection in hell dao and create one hell, he’ll jump out and try to make everything his,” Violetgrave warned solemnly.

Lu Yun compressed his lips, he was worried about this too.

“Therefore, you need protectors. Spacetime travelers Chen Xiao, Qing Buyi, and Lu Feng… and the even more powerful Dao King and Mo Yi. Get them all to stand guard for you!” Violetgrave clenched her fists. She was truly afraid of the mountain god since she’d emerged from the Netherdark Hell and become her own person. If he came back, the hell would immediately swallow her and she’d lose her sense of self.

She was also very familiar with him and knew of the many things he’d done in the past.

“Mm, I understand,” Lu Yun nodded. The god of Mount Tai suddenly seemed like a viper in the dark, waiting to strike at any opportune moment. The young man opened his arms and commanded the hell battleship to sail majestically forth.

This was one of his contingencies—he hadn’t refined the four new hells into his body. Instead, he’d incorporated them into the ship. While they were under his control, he could sever his connection with them at any time.

He could also detonate them!

Terrifying suction force erupted from the vessel. Under the Tome of Life and Death’s supervision, the underworld rumbled into motion and was slowly absorbed by the hell battleship.

Three days later, the underworld that’d been slowly devouring the world of immortals since time immemorial completely vanished.

“Here are two tattered hells—a Sanguine and Nihil Hell.” Violetgrave offered two hells with an open palm. They were the source of the yin spirits that plagued the world and two hells that connected directly to the land of darkness. “You have another Abyssal Hell, right? Feed these three to your Disordered Hell!”