After being exiled for eighteen years, the prince returned to the capital as a veritable immortal.

"What an auspicious place!"

Looking around, Zhou Yi couldn't help but exclaim in admiration.

The mausoleum, with its underground palace buried deep within, faces east and sits to welcome the auspicious purple aura from the east.

Imperial tombs throughout history have all been oriented north-south, reflecting the dignity and prestige of the rulers.

Only the tyrant Ying Huang built his mausoleum facing due east.

This unassuming little hill must be the tomb of Emperor Ying.

Although, the powerful formation concealed it almost completely.

however.

A scorched earth smell was detected by Zhou Yi's powerful divine sense.

This aura permeated the underworld beneath the abyss of the Netherworld race.

The imperial carriage of Emperor Ying was also imbued with this aura.

Zhou Yi took out the Qian Yuan Mirror.

The bronze mirror seemed to possess a spirit, and appeared even more excited.

It sensed that the Kunling Mirror was very close.

Therefore, Hu Die was indeed brought into the underground palace of Emperor Ying.

Inside, there must be the Emperor Ying's biggest secret.

Although he had promised not to harm Hu Die.

Zhou Yi was still somewhat uneasy.

He gently patted the bronze mirror.

A cloud of white mist rose from the smooth mirror surface.

The white mist swirled rapidly, then solidified...

The face of the Underworld Emperor appeared in the mirror.

Although the man was killed, his soul was temporarily stored in the Qian Yuan Mirror by Zhou Yi.

The Qian Yuan Mirror belongs to Yang, and it is best to preserve only the Heavenly Soul.

The Kunling Mirror in Hu Die's hand is of the Yin nature and is suitable for storing earth spirits.

After the Underworld Emperor was killed, Hu Die was brought to the underground palace by the Emperor Ying.

Therefore, Zhou Yi did not separate the Heavenly Soul and Earthly Soul of the Underworld Emperor.

Therefore, he still retains complete memory and consciousness.

"Prince Yi, this sinful subject sincerely repents and is willing to serve the imperial grandson like a dog or a horse!"

The Underworld Emperor sensed that his death was imminent.

The will to survive made them lower their proud heads and humbly express their loyalty.

Zhou Yi smiled gently:

"Warfare is based on deception. How can I believe you are speaking the truth?"

The Underworld Emperor was speechless for a moment.

Previously, when Zhou Yi questioned him, he gave false answers, but Ba Tiandi told the truth.

Moreover, he stated emphatically, "Warfare is based on deception."

The Underworld Emperor was a master strategist, known as the God of War.

Some people also commented that he was morally depraved and would stop at nothing to achieve his goals.

Zhou Yi would never trust such a person.

"Is this the Ying Emperor's Mausoleum Palace?"

Zhou Yi raised the mirror, shining it around so that the Underworld Emperor in the mirror could see it clearly.

The Underworld Emperor nodded hastily: "Your Highness is right, it is indeed the mausoleum of Emperor Ying."

"How do we get in?" Zhou Yi asked.

"This……"

The Underworld Emperor's face turned green, and he looked like he was racking his brains and thinking hard.

Clearly, he didn't know either.

This is something that you either know or you don't.

If you don't know, how can you figure it out just by thinking hard?

That guy is really cunning.

They must be thinking about how to save their lives and escape.

Zhou Yi raised his hand, about to put away the Qian Yuan Mirror.

The Underworld Emperor in the mirror was greatly alarmed.

He knows it very well.

If he has no value to Zhou Yi, his soul will soon vanish after his death.

"Your Highness Prince Yi, wait! I know..."

"You know?" Zhou Yi's face was full of disbelief.

His hands stopped moving.

The Underworld Emperor showed a hint of embarrassment and said:

"I, the Emperor, have a method that may be worth a try."

He understood in his heart.

Zhou Yi was definitely unable to enter, which is why he sought his advice.

Given this, his offering of a method to try it out can be considered a way of demonstrating some of his own value.

"Tell me about it," Zhou Yi said.

"The underground palace of Emperor Ying is a place that everyone in the world wants to enter and explore."

The Underworld Emperor said, "Very few people can find the location of the imperial tomb."

"Even if we find this place, no one will be able to find the entrance."

The area around Lingshan Mountain shows faint traces of excavation and bombing.

This indicates that many people have tried various forms of brute force digging, but to no avail.

In order to avoid being discovered by others, the digging marks were smoothed out and the site was restored to its original state as much as possible.

As the Underworld Emperor spoke, a look of regret appeared on his face.

Clearly, he had also coveted the Ying Emperor's underground palace.

"Hmm." Zhou Yi had already given up hope.

If the other party has a solution, they should try it themselves.

They wouldn't still be around now.

"This emperor... this humble general was previously sealed in the underworld for three thousand years."

The Underworld Emperor continued, "I once sensed the power of the sun, moon, and stars in a certain place."

"Perhaps, it is very close to the underground palace of Emperor Ying."

The Netherworld space that previously sealed the Underworld Emperor was vast and boundless.

It's not impossible that it's adjacent to the underground palace of Emperor Ying.

Zhou Yi's figure vanished from the spot.

It reappeared in the deepest abyss of the Myriad Seas.

The scorching magma, along with the isolation array beneath it, concealed the entrance to the underworld below.

With his cultivation level as a terrestrial immortal, Zhou Yi easily entered the underworld space.

The area was filled with black, scorched earth, and pungent black smoke billowed everywhere; it remained eerie and dark.

The imperial carriage of Emperor Ying exuded this aura.

This kind of gloomy and cold environment is more suitable for spirits to survive.

Zhou Yi slapped the Qian Yuan Mirror, and the soul of the Underworld Emperor floated out.

With only his spirit form remaining, his strength was greatly reduced, so Zhou Yi wasn't worried about him escaping.

The Underworld Emperor trudged forward step by step, his feet treading on the scorched earth.

In reality, as a spirit, he can float away with just a thought.

However, due to years of habit, he still prefers to walk on his feet.

Zhou Yi did not urge him.

The underworld is the legendary place of reincarnation.

He also wanted to take a look around.

Given their cultivation levels, the ability to shrink distances to an inch meant their walking speed was quite astonishing.

Within the underworld.

Aside from the scorched earth, there are still many broken walls and ruins, dried-up rivers, and flattened mountain peaks...

Clearly, there used to be many buildings there, but now they have all been razed to the ground.

In the vast space, apart from the surging lava and the scorched earth emitting thick smoke, there was nothing else.

What was this place before?

Zhou Yi pointed to the roadside and asked.

At that time, half of a huge broken stone was exposed, surrounded by a large pile of broken bricks and stones.

Clearly, this used to be a building.

"This... this humble general does not know?" the Underworld Emperor sneered.

At this point, he had already reverted to his identity as a general of the Great Qian Dynasty.

He only prayed that Zhou Yi would not destroy his soul.

On the broken stone plaque, two fragmented characters are carved: "门天" (Men Tian).

Zhou Yi examined it for a moment, then muttered to himself:

"gate of hell?"

"What is the Gate of Hell?" The Underworld Emperor asked, puzzled.

The other party had never even heard of the Gates of Hell.

This time, it was Zhou Yi's turn to be surprised.

People of this era have no knowledge of the underworld or the heavenly court.

Zhou Yi believed that Ji Tiandi had erased the relevant information.

Surprisingly, even the terrestrial immortals who lived three thousand years ago were unaware of these things.

"Have you ever heard of the Road to the Underworld, the Ten Kings of Hell, the Southern Heavenly Gate, or the Hall of the Heavenly Emperor?"

Zhou Yi asked.

"This humble general...did not." The Underworld Emperor looked completely bewildered.

Zhou Yi frowned slightly.

Three thousand years ago, information about the Heavenly Court and the Underworld had already been erased.

who is it?

Winning Emperor?

Reviving the dead and entering the cycle of reincarnation in the underworld is one method worth trying.

Zhou Yi left the soul of the Underworld Emperor behind, believing that he might know some inside information.

It seems this guy isn't of much help.

The two of them continued on their way.

The road beneath his feet appeared even more sinister, and Zhou Yi suspected that this might be the legendary Road to the Underworld.

Walking across the dried-up red riverbed, past broken bridges in several sections, and the foundations of abandoned palaces...

The Underworld Emperor stopped in front of a cliff.

The charred cliff face looked as if it had been burned.

Above, dark clouds loomed, obscuring the top; below, a deep abyss churned with black mist, its bottom unseen.

"This humble general once sensed unusual activity from the outside world while I was here."

The Underworld Emperor smiled obsequiously, but his eyes revealed worry.

He wasn't sure if the other person would be satisfied with his answer.

Zhou Yi remained noncommittal, closing his eyes slightly and releasing his divine sense.

Its powerful divine sense surged forth like a tide, exploring in all directions.

"Tap tap, tap, tap tap, tap..."

The thunderous sound of horses' hooves, like a storm, entered Zhou Yi's mind.