How did a bastard like him become an immortal?

Everyone felt themselves slowly falling down into an incomparably dark abyss, as if they were sliding and wriggling through the slick intestines of a giant beast, finally plunging into complete darkness.

When they opened their eyes again, they saw that everyone's primordial spirits had been unsheathed, with three human figures and one ox figure floating in the air. Their divine senses did not touch the ground and floated in the void.

Before the group could even react, the darkness before them shattered with a deafening roar, accompanied by countless frenzied tearing and screaming sounds, and countless red ribbons floating and flashing in the sky.

The sounds of oil sizzling and crackling filled the air, along with the clanging of metal and the wailing of screams, causing the group to furrow their brows and their minds to race in confusion.

The big blue ox stretched out its tongue, about to speak, when it suddenly felt a tremendous force come and clamp down on its tongue.

Instinctively terrified, the big blue ox suddenly inhaled the tongue, only to see a black iron clamp clamping its tongue and forcefully pulling it out.

With a pull and a tug, a tearing sensation suddenly came from the tip of the tongue; not only the big blue ox, but the other three also experienced the same thing.

A pair of black iron pincers clamped the tongue, moving it quickly and slowly. Blood gushed from the tip of the tongue, but the mouth was wide open, making it difficult to swallow the blood. The feeling of being torn apart and broken suddenly struck everyone's mind.

Li Muyun's face was contorted with rage. His tongue was stretched out, and the surface of his tongue was already cracked by the iron clamps. He could not relieve the pain in his soul and could only watch helplessly as the tip of his tongue shattered.

Pat-

Ahhhhh!

The young princess's tongue was the first to give way, breaking apart under the immense force. Her mind was jolted, and she swayed unsteadily for a moment before her body floated away and entered the next level.

Later, the two men and the ox could not withstand it any longer, their tongues broke, and they entered the next level.

The three men and the ox were drenched in sweat and could no longer speak. They could only silently endure this cruel torture. The thought that there were still seventeen more levels of unbearable suffering made everyone's hearts tremble.

The second level of the Scissors Hell was even more ferocious. Everyone's ten fingers were fixed to an iron platform, and a huge, sharp pair of scissors snipped and snipped, causing the ten fingers to fall to the ground one by one.

Seeing her finger fall to the ground with a thud and feeling the excruciating pain, the young princess burst into tears.

As their fingers fell off, the group entered the Iron Tree Hell once more. Sharp iron tree blades pierced their backs, hanging them like fishing rods, washing them layer by layer until not a single piece of flesh remained.

Each time people reach a new level of hell, their souls and bodies are restored, but the pain remains intense and relentlessly damages their will and spirit.

The group of people, whose backs resembled stark white bones, entered the Mirror of Retribution, where their sins were manifested and repeated time and again. However, this actually provided them with a chance to catch their breath.

Just a few breaths later, the group plummeted again, falling into a steaming oven.

This steamer-like space was extremely small, barely enough for half a person. Several people's souls fell inside, making it difficult for them to move. The suffocating heat rushed in, and the scorching temperature continued to rise.

The primordial spirit's body began to heat up, dehydrate, and then ulcerate. The skin and flesh separated, the skin peeled off, and finally, even the flesh emitted a fragrant aroma, leaving no trace of the body.

This despair surged through their hearts, churning and raging within their souls as they watched helplessly as their flesh rotted and they died, their struggles futile.

Since this sweltering hell descended once more, the group had become somewhat numb, their spirits empty, and they plummeted from the abyss to the bottom of the valley.

The flesh in the Copper Pillar Hell is charred black, the flesh in the Knife Mountain Hell is torn to pieces, the skin in the Ice Mountain Hell is cracked, and finally, the flesh in the Boiling Oil Cauldron Hell is boiled and vaporized.

The souls of the group initially gathered their emotions, but gradually became numb, lost their souls, and lost all five senses, drifting aimlessly in this miserable hell like walking corpses.

In the hellish bull pit, Li Muyun was trampled by thousands of bulls, his sternum shattered, his hand bones burst open, and his powerful heart expanded to its maximum size under the huge bull hooves before bursting like a blooming balloon, splattering blood everywhere.

At this moment, his will was like a stagnant pool, rapidly sinking, with not a single ray of light penetrating it.

They might just keep sinking like this, with no end in sight, their primordial spirit gradually collapsing, tormented day after day, until it becomes utterly meaningless.

But suddenly, a glimmer of light appeared underwater. This light was soft and warm, dispelling the coldness on his body and the darkness in his heart, and transforming into a gentle face—the person he had been longing for day and night.

It's my mother!

brush!

Upon seeing this face, Li Muyun's mind jolted, and he immediately broke free from the deathly silence and despair, like a drowning person waking up.

He immediately realized that he was now in the eighteenth level of hell, and looked at the two people beside him who were sinking into depravity.

At this moment, after being crushed by the giant rocks of the Stone Press Hell and ravaged by the pounding of the Mortar and Pestle Hell, the primordial spirits of the group were already broken and shrunken into a tattered cloth.

The young princess's spirit was only the size of a fingernail. If she continued to lose her way, she would surely suffer a mental breakdown and become a wandering, unclaimed soul.

In the Blood Pool Hell, enduring the suffocating and festering stench of blood, Li Muyun frantically rushed to the two of them, desperately trying to shake them awake.

But the pool of blood surged and soon overflowed his head, swallowing them all up once more.

After entering the Hell of Unjust Death, the young princess's primordial spirit was almost imperceptible, as weak as a breath, and would soon dissipate and disappear.

Li Muyun was anxious and disregarded everything, holding the young princess and Xie Xian'er's primordial spirits in his heart, enduring the torture in their place. This was how he shielded them from such cruel punishment.

The two finally regained some clarity of mind, and their primordial spirits gradually recovered and began to expand.

Li Muyun, holding the two primordial spirits, encouraged and inspired them all the way, finally helping them endure the torment of the crucifixion hell. As they continued downwards, the dawn of victory was just ahead!

He walked naked amidst the scorching lava of a volcanic hell, his flesh charred black, yet he still managed to force a laugh.

What is the end of physical suffering? Heaven and earth may forge and hammer my body, but what can touch or shake my heart? Only by cultivating the Tao and striving upwards can my desire to ascend to the heavens and grasp the moon be extinguished!

Hahahaha!

Hearing Li Muyun's loud laughter at the few good pieces of meat he had left, Xie Xian'er and the young princess, their blood and tears dried up, exchanged a glance and saw the light in each other's eyes.

The seventeenth level of the Stone Mill Hell, where corpses are crushed back and forth, is a place that Li Muyun seems to enjoy. As the stone mill rolls, he flips over and "enjoys" the experience.

Inspired and influenced by this state of mind, everyone seemed to change, except for that expressionless, white-eyed dead cow.

Li Muyun naturally wouldn't bother with the dead ox; even if he died, the dead ox wouldn't necessarily die.

Passing through the millstone hell and the eighteen levels of saw hell was child's play for everyone. Li Muyun, hanging upside down on the iron chain, laughed loudly and deliberately put his head close to watch the saw cut him in two.

It seems that the torments and punishments of the eighteen levels of hell are nothing more than this!