Cultivation! My Augmented Statuses Have Unlimited Duration - Chapter 847
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847 First Level of Hell (2)
On it was a scripture.
It was the first chapter of the Eighteen Mud Plow Scripture.
It clearly talked about the rules and scenes in the 18 levels of hell.
The so-called mud plow should mean hell.
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This first chapter corresponded to the first level of hell, which was the famous Tongue Extraction Hell in folklore.
After Jiang Li silently interpreted it, he instinctively thought that the person who carved this stone monument was bragging.
How could there be such exaggerated rules?
However, thinking about it, the ridiculously chaotic time… It seemed that this stone monument might really be a realistic record of the rules!
He did not care about the records of how they tortured the ghosts of hell here.
The last paragraph had a terrifying record of the rules of time.
The first prison of the eighteen levels of hell used the 3,750 years of the human world as one day, 30 days as a month, and twelve months as a year.
Sinners had to serve ten thousand years in this prison!
In other words, 13.5 billion years in the human world!
This… this kind of astronomical number had to be counted one by one. Wasn’t this too ridiculous?
One had to know that the Jade Emperor Hao Tian, who was called the ruler of the three worlds, proudly announced to the outside world every day that he had cultivated since he was young and had endured 1,750 tribulations for 128,600 years.
This was to prove the legitimacy of their dominance.
It turned out that he felt that he was bragging a little too much.
However, from the looks of it, even if that was the case, the total time he endured was only a fraction of the prison time on the first level of the 18 levels of hell!
Moreover, everyone knew that the deeper one went, the more terrifying the eighteen levels of hell were.
Every level of hell was 20 times more bitter than the previous one, and the sentence would double!
“The second prison uses the 7,500 years of the human world as one day. The sinners and ghosts have to serve 20,000 years in this prison.”
The total duration was 54 billion years in the human world.
The subsequent prison sentences were the same as the previous prison sentences.
Even if the Jade Emperor came, he would be stunned.
It was no wonder that this unreasonable and exaggerated rule said that even Zenith Heaven Golden Immortals did not dare to come here.
Just based on this period of time, the most dangerous and terrifying place in the Three Realms and Six Paths was undoubtedly the 18 levels of hell!
“Apart from Sages… will there really be souls who can pass a complete sentence in these 18 levels of hell?”
Jiang Li remained suspicious.
No matter how strong his will was or how strong his soul was, it was probably impossible for him to endure torture for tens of billions of years without dissipating.
In the past, he had thought that the punishment in Fengdu City’s dungeon was cruel. He did not expect that he had been ignorant.
After entering the eighteen levels of hell, there would be no chance to reincarnate. Instead, they would be tortured until their souls dissipated.
What a ruthless place.
“Nine Nether Wood, oh Nine Nether Wood. Don’t tell me you’re at the bottom of the 18th level of hell!”
Jiang Li had a bad guess.
However, he had a feeling that this was the truth.
“The only benefit of this rule is that you don’t have to worry about time.”
One day in the living world was equivalent to 3,750 years in the first level of hell.
It was equivalent to a long time in the eighteenth level of hell.
It was completely enough for Jiang Li to search everywhere in Hell.
However, perhaps it was an illusion. Had the clone’s tongue grown longer?
As Jiang Li complained, he realized that his voice was a little loud.
He spat it out and saw that a tongue had unknowingly grown seven inches long. It looked even uglier than a hanging ghost.
Moreover, the end of the tongue was not a round and agile tongue, but a flat section.
It seemed to be a wound cut by a sharp tool.
Thinking about it carefully, he recalled that this tongue had actually been cut off by the clay figurine clone!
It turned out that in this hell, the tongue of a sinner would continuously grow as time passed.
According to the difference in sin, on an exaggerated day, it could even grow 33 feet.
He could only drag it on the ground.
On a closer look, one would discover that the ground of this hell was covered in iron hooks.
If the tongue dragged too long, it would be hooked by an iron hook until it was pulled off.
This was the so-called Tongue Extraction Hell.
At its peak, this hell should be covered in blood and tongues.
However, they could no longer see such a strange scene.
It had been 200,000 years since the Cultivationless Age.
The Netherworld stopped operating and the 18 levels of hell were already empty.
Now, he was probably the only unlucky person in the entire 18 levels of hell.
Oh no, there was another one.
With a thought, Jiang Li contacted the ordinary clay figurine that he had severed contact with earlier.
A figure was slowly trekking through the Tongue Extraction Hell.
This clay figurine still looked energetic. This could prove that Jiang Li’s technique in molding clay figurines was really not bad.
The only fortunate thing was that Jiang Li had considered these terrible problems and did not prepare the concept of pain for them when he was molding the clay figurines.
Therefore, cutting off an extra tongue did not feel much to them.
The clay man in front of him had entered several hours earlier than Jiang Li’s clone.
In other words, he had already stayed here for more than a thousand years.
Jiang Li shook his head. It had only taken him a few years to raise his cultivation to the strongest in the Nine Provinces.
Time had always been very useful and precious to him.
However, at some point, inflation had actually risen to this extent.
If he jumped to the first level of hell himself and stayed in the outside world for a day, wouldn’t the immortal qi born with the help of a permanent status directly return the world environment to the level of ancient times?
He ignored those strange thoughts for the time being.
Jiang Li began to read the memories of this clay statue from afar.
He was pleasantly surprised to discover that this hell was not as big as he had imagined.
This was because in the thousand years that this clay statue had been wandering, it had seen a heavenly staircase that connected up and down.
In theory, it was a staircase for ghosts to leave hell after serving their sentence.
Jiang Li immediately became energetic.
If he grasped that staircase, did that mean that he could come and go as he pleased in the terrifying eighteen levels of hell?
The current Netherworld was an ownerless land. It should not be impossible to do this.
Jiang Li controlled the clay clone and immediately flew towards the location in his memories.
After cutting his tongue once, he saw the staircase that connected heaven and earth and could save people from suffering.
However, to his surprise, at the staircase stood a ghost.
That guy stood there motionless, his tongue not sticking out.
This seemed to mean that he was an existence who had completed his sentence here!
“This should be impossible!”
The shortest sentence in the Netherworld was 13.5 billion years.
Unless it was an indestructible Sage, no one should be able to last until now.
Not to mention that at least 200,000 years had passed outside.
How long had it been?
How was it possible that there was a soul left?
The current Human Emperor immediately became extremely vigilant.
Could this be a hidden super mighty figure?
“Fellow Daoist?”
“Fellow Daoist, are you still alive?”
Jiang Li carefully approached and waved his hand in front of the other party.
“There doesn’t seem to be any reaction.”
After sizing him up for a moment, Jiang Li flipped his right hand, and a ball of white flames emerged from his palm before he slapped this Fellow Daoist before him.