I'm Dreaming of a Journey to the West

Li Chen slowly raised his head, gazing at the towering Yama Palace, which emanated a chilling, eerie atmosphere. This massive and mysterious building, like a giant beast from the netherworld, stood silently there, imbued with an indescribable sense of oppression.

The entire Yama Hall is solemn and awe-inspiring, its walls adorned with skulls of various shapes, seemingly telling the tragic fates of countless souls past. On either side of the hall stand two rows of lifelike statues of skeletal soldiers clad in ancient bronze armor, reminiscent of their in-game counterparts. Wielding gleaming spears, they guard this place where life and death meet.

Looking around, Li Chen found himself in a withered and dilapidated world. The trees were dead, the flowers and grass were withered, and the ground was dry and cracked, as if all the vitality of life had been drained away.

This is the core of the legendary underworld. No matter whether you were a powerful official in your lifetime, or a famous hero, once you set foot here, you must accept the most fair and just trial - judged by the Ten Kings of Hell.

Depending on the extent of their good or evil deeds in life, each person will be sent to a different destination. Those who have committed many evil deeds will be sent to the depths of hell and tortured; while those who have done good deeds and accumulated virtue will have the opportunity to be reincarnated as a human being, or even ascend to heaven and become a free and easy immortal.

"Open the door!"

Li Chen summoned his courage and stood before the heavy door of Yama's Palace, shouting loudly. His voice echoed in the silent underworld for a long time. As his voice fell, a low rumble was heard, and the long-closed door slowly opened to the sides.

Behind the door, a group of ghost soldiers stood in a neat row, their faces pale and their expressions grim. In their hands, they clutched a variety of weapons: swords, spears, halberds, axes, halberds, hooks, and forks. The flashes of their weapons shone with a cold light, sending chills down one's spine.

Behind those ghost soldiers, whose figures were erratic and whose faces were terrifying, sat ten people dressed in very different styles of clothing. Although these ten people did not hold any sharp weapons, the powerful pressure they exuded was clearly far greater than that of the numerous ghost soldiers.

They were draped in colorful and extraordinarily gorgeous clothes, as if every thread and every inch of fabric contained endless majesty and power, naturally exuding a domineering aura that belonged only to kings.

Looking at the faces of these ten people, all of them were filled with anger, and the raging anger seemed to burn everything before them. Their eyes were fixed on Li Chen as if they were real, making Li Chen feel tense and his breathing became rapid.

Li Chen stared at the ten people, and naturally knew who they were - weren't they the Ten Yamas in the Dream Maker series, who had been repeatedly ravaged and tortured since "Dream Maker Westward Journey II"! Especially the one named Wheel King, who was the one who had been whipped the most times!

Let’s look at the seating order of the ten Yama Kings from left to right: King Qin Guang, King Chu Jiang, King Song Di, King Wuguan, King Yama, King Biancheng, King Taishan, King Dushi, King Pingdeng and King Zhuanlun.

At this moment, a roar like thunder exploded: "How dare you, you daring monster, trespass into my Yama Palace without permission! Bow your head and confess your crime, and accept your punishment!"

King Qin Guang, sitting on the far left, spoke first with a gloomy expression. As his words fell, a fierce murderous aura and unparalleled pressure suddenly emanated from him. This aura, like a surging ocean wave, swept towards Li Chen, seemingly swallowing him up in one fell swoop.

Yet, faced with such a terrifying aura, Li Chen remained calm and composed. The murderous aura and pressure, when it touched him, were like a breeze across a lake, creating only a few ripples before dissipating without a trace. To Li Chen, this so-called murderous aura and pressure was nothing more than a cool breeze on a summer day, unable to exert any substantial effect on him.

"Aren't your actions a bit too rude?" Li Chen raised the corner of his mouth slightly, revealing a sneer, and said coldly, "Since I have come here from far away, I am a guest. But what about you? You are arranging troops and shouting. Is this how the underworld treats guests?" When saying this, Li Chen's eyes flashed with coldness, and it was obvious that he was quite angry.

Li Chen had originally come to the underworld with a purpose. He planned to wait until he was fully conscious, then the next day, bring some of the rare treasures he had carefully collected over the years and strike a deal with the Ten Kings of Hell in exchange for the coveted precious medicinal herbs. After all, as the Ten Kings of Hell, they wielded supreme power in the underworld and controlled countless rare resources.

At this moment, King Yama, standing by, flew into a rage and roared at Li Chen, "You daring lunatic! All living things in the world are under our jurisdiction! We ordered him to die at three o'clock in the morning, who dares to keep him alive until five o'clock? How dare you trespass into the underworld without permission, and you still think you can escape unscathed?"

This roar was like a thunderclap, shaking the entire underworld. And this sentence made Li Chen feel extremely familiar, as if he had heard it somewhere before.

Li Chen's eagle-like eyes were fixed on the majestic and solemn King Yama, as if he wanted to see through him completely. His gaze was like two lightning bolts, moving up and down the King Yama's body, not missing a single detail.

Somehow, a strange and powerful intuition came over Li Chen, convincing him that this seemingly omnipotent King Yama, who held the power over life and death, had forgotten something crucial and important. But what exactly was it? No matter how hard Li Chen racked his brains, he could not grasp the answer, as elusive as seeing flowers in the fog.

At this moment, the Wheel King suddenly let out a deafening roar: "Hmph, you ignorant monster, you still dare to resist! Quickly put down your weapons and surrender! Otherwise, don't blame me for being ruthless! Ghost soldiers, listen to my order, quickly move forward and capture this monster!"

Following the Wheel King's command, countless ghost soldiers, clad in black armor and armed with a variety of gleaming weapons, surged forward like a tide, fiercely charging towards Li Chen. Each of these ghost soldiers had a ferocious look on their faces, shouting in unison, their steps vigorous and powerful, charging towards Li Chen at lightning speed!

Facing such a formidable enemy, Li Chen showed no fear. He held his head high, chest puffed out, eyes wide open, and suddenly erupted in an earth-shattering roar: "I'll see who dares to touch a hair on my head!"

Before he finished speaking, an overwhelming pressure suddenly erupted from Li Chen's body. This pressure was like a raging storm, like thunder, sweeping over with unparalleled power.

Those ghost soldiers who were originally charging forward bravely, the moment they came into contact with this terrifying pressure, flew backwards like rice ears blown down by the wind.

Even the ten Yama Kings who usually acted high and mighty and domineeringly could not help but change their expressions at this moment. They hurriedly used all their strength to resist this terrifying and chilling pressure!