Legend Of The Mythological Genes Book Chapter 248
Eighteen levels of hell?
Terrifying sinister laughter echoed all around him from the depths of hell, accompanied by the squealing and wailing of ghosts.
Feng Lin turned his gaze ahead only to see darkness everywhere. Within the darkness, he could see many malevolent faces with crimson eyes staring at him. Their mouths were wide open as they breathed in the darkness. They were like demons enduring countless suffering, unable to qualify for reincarnation.
The shrill cries from them would involuntarily cause the hearts of those who heard them tremble.
"Is this an illusion formation?" Feng Lin glanced at the stone pillars that were currently emitting a red and black-colored qi as he sank into contemplation.
No wonder he kept feeling that something was wrong with this Ultimate Killer King. Even if the Killer King was injured, it was impossible for his strength to decline so quickly. So it turned out that the Killer King had been silently laying out this formation.
In that case, the vast amount of blood he shed and the way he allowed it to enter the ground—they were all part of his plot.
As expected of the Ultimate Killer King, such schemes and methods when it came to killing truly made it so that no one could be the slightest bit careless when dealing with him.
Feng Lin had already been very cautious, yet he was still in this current situation.
This formation borrowed the power of heaven and earth and was already completed. An imposing might bore down on him, dragging him to hell and cutting off all paths of escape.
The darkness churned while the earth and mountain trembled.
Feng Lin inclined his head only to see a green demon with flashy fangs rising before him. Its body was as large as a mountain, and there was a crown made of white bones on its head, peering down on him.
"Brat. I want to see how you can flee. The eighteen levels of hell judge all mortals. Now that you are dragged into hell, your soul shall be subjected to countless torments, and your will shall be ground to pieces until it dissipates. Once your heart collapses, no matter how advanced medical technology is, you would never be saved. After your death, your cultivation base shall become nutrients for my cultivation to advance. This is the fate of everyone who died by my hands, and you won't be an exception. Killing people and killing hearts—this is the reason why I'm known as the Ultimate Killer King. Because, I'm the only one with such a unique ability!" The devil laughed maniacally. This was naturally the incarnation of the Killer King in hell.
"Eighteen levels of hell? Do you really think that you are the Yama King?" Despite the dangerous situation, Feng Lin was able to remain calm. He was trying to drag things up so he could find a way to break the crisis.
"Mhm? You actually know of the myths of Yama King? Seems like I have underestimated you." The Ultimate Killer King had a look of confidence on his face, feeling that his victory was near. He smiled and stared at Feng Lin, who was like an ant struggling for his life. He then spoke, "Do you know that I'm walking on the Asura God Mythological Path. The evolutionary formula for the Asura Gene = Baleful Gene x6 + Slaughter Gene x7 + Spirit Gene x5. The pinnacle of this path is none other than the Yama King who controls the eighteen levels of hell that spanned across tens of thousands of worlds. In any case, in this place, I'm none other than Yama himself!"
His voice was like thunder from the dark sky. It was like Yama sitting inside the Twisted Death City, announcing Feng Lin's fate of death.
Feng Lin's heart chilled.
This Killer King even told him about the evolutionary formula of the Asura Gene. What did this indicate?
This meant that the Killer King would definitely kill him today so Feng Lin would have no chance to divulge any secrets.
An illusion formation?
The Asura Gene needed a spirit/mental-type gene as parameters before it could evolve.
Feng Lin silently mused. (Since this is an illusion, it must be targeting my mind.)
The Killer King's mistake was revealing the formula for the Asura Gene, allowing Feng Lin to be clear about this. Did the Killer King really treat him as a soft persimmon that could do nothing but allow the Killer King to squeeze?
"So what if you are the Yama King? You must know that I'm the Great Sage Equal to the Heavens!" Feng Lin laughed in a low voice.
"What?" Seeing that despite Feng Lin being in a desperate situation yet he didn't panicked, the Killer King frowned. He didn't clearly hear what Feng Lin had said.
With Feng Lin at the center, a raging storm of spirit force gushed out, blasting against the dark illusionary environment. The space here started to warp like it was under immense stress.
"You've also awakened the Spirit Gene?" The Ultimate Killer King was shocked. "Since this is the case and you also know about the evolutionary formula of my Asura Gene, it's impossible for me to let you off. Otherwise, you would surely cause great trouble for me in the future!"
"Stop talking crap, the grudge between us has long since escalated to the point where only one of us can survive. What's the use of talking about all this now? If you want to fight, let's fight!" Feng Lin coldly snorted. His spirit force gushed out in its entirety, wanting to blast the space apart.
"Courting death." The Killer King's eyes narrowed. His spirit force also gushed out, causing the illusion formation to change and rapidly stabilize down.
The blood sea churned wildly as countless wailing little demons climbed, crowding together with all sorts of instruments in their hands.
"First level, Hell of Tongue Ripping!" A cold voice snorted.
The scenes around Feng Lin changed. Without realizing it, he discovered that he was now tied to an iron pillar with many iron shackles binding his movements.
Those little demons were only at the size of a fist. They crawled all over him like ants and wrenched his mouth open, piercing iron hooks into his tongue to drag it out.
A heart-piercing pain caused him to tremble.
Feng Lin's face was flushed as he struggled to retract his tongue.
"Audacious sinner, how dare you resist the Yama King's punishment. Fellows, let's go and rip his tongue out together!" a tiny red demon roared.
The other little demons flooded over, howling in excitement. They grabbed Feng Lin's tongue and pulled at it with force.
Their combined strength was large enough that Feng Lin found it hard to resist. His tongue was pulled out ruthlessly and extended to one meter long.
These little demons had small knives, forks, halberds… all of them sliced at his tongue, causing fresh blood to flow. The pain was indescribable.
Feng Lin's will started to crumble.
But all of a sudden, another cold snort akin to the howls of demons rang out.
"Second level. Hell of Scissors!"
The earth cracked as gigantic scissors appeared from the pit below, cutting the little demons into pieces. Feng Lin was also cut into a thousand parts.
After this, the scene kept on repeating. The countless number of scissors here dissected him again and again as he suffered the torment.
"Third level, Hell of Trees of Knives!"
At the next moment, Feng Lin discovered that he was tied to an iron tree. Each leaf was like a sharp blade, piercing him from the back. He was hung on the top of the metal tree, and as a devilish wind blew past, his bones and flesh dispersed when the intense sun shone upon him, drying him out completely.
"Ninth level, Hell of Oil Cauldrons!"
The oil in the cauldron was heated up by blazing flames, crackling with wild fervor.
Feng Lin's clothes were stripped off, and he was tossed into the oil cauldron naked. Boundless hot oil surrounded him; his skin cracked as his flesh was deep-fried. He was turned over and over as the splattering sounds of boiling oil could be heard!
He was in incredible pain and felt that his flesh was completely cooked.
"Tenth level, Hell of The Pit of Cattle!"
Feng Lin was then tossed into a giant crater with ten thousand bulls rushing over. The bodies of the bulls were covered in flames; anything that came in contact with them would be burned into ashes. Their horns were like spears, and they rushed toward Feng Lin, trampling him under their hooves.
Feng Lin descended into the eighteen levels of hell and suffered all sorts of cruel tortures. His body was destroyed again and again.
"As expected of a cultivator that has awakened the Spirit Gene. Ordinary people wouldn't be able to last until the ninth level, but you have already reached the tenth. I want to see how long you can endure! You should know that each successive level would be more terrifying than the one before it!"
"Eleventh level, Hell of Boulder Crushing!"
"Twelfth level, Hell of Mortars and Pestles!"
"Thirteenth level, Hell of the Pool of Blood!"
The Killer King spoke repeatedly. Huge rocks fell from the ceiling, crushing him. Feng Lin's body was then placed inside a grinder that continuously piled on the pressure. He was then knocked into a pool of blood where numerous hands dragged him under.
As he sank into the pool of blood, the ghostly wails resounded in his ears.
Feng Lin's will was crushed. He sank unceasingly into a situation of unprecedented danger, into eternal darkness.
The sense of an immense crisis arose in his heart. He understood that he was treading on a very thin line between life and death.
Things felt as illusory as a dream, and all dreams were as flimsy as froth and bubbles.
Feng Lin muttered chants continuously under his breath as he tried to gather his will, wanting to awaken from the nightmare.
However, that boundless darkness and cold kept pressing down on his psyche, dragging him down into the darkness.
"Eh?" At this moment, a faint light suddenly appeared before Feng Lin's eyes. This light was very dim, but it still managed to illuminate a part of the boundless darkness slightly.
He instinctively drew nearer to the light and soon after that, a familiar scene appeared before him. He was inside a majestic-looking great hall.
"Yama King, this Ol`Sun (referring to himself) attained immortality and is equal to the heavens. My longevity is the same as the three realms, and I've also escaped the cycle of the five elements. Why did someone try to restrain me and bring me here?" A thunderous voice rang out as a golden-furred monkey wielding a metal cudgel spoke. He was brazenly sitting in the Yama King's treasured throne as he gnashed his teeth.
"Immortal, please calm your rage. There are many people in the world with the same surnames and names. Maybe, our guards brought in the wrong person." the Yama King spoke in terror.
"Nonsense! Nonsense! As the saying goes, if the officials are corrupt, so are the guards under them. Quickly take out the Book of Life and Death for me to check. I want to see if I'm inside there." The monkey didn't believe his words and howled in anger. His metal cudgel instantly expanded, shining with a golden light as he waved it once, causing the entire Yama Hall to tremble as several pillars shattered.
The Yama King was so frightened that he was trembling. "Quick, quick, quick! Judge, give me the Book of Life and Death!"
One of the judges hurriedly took out a giant book.
The monkey grabbed it and flipped the pages.
In the book, there were different classifications of the various races: winged bugs, furry bugs, insects, scaled animals, mammals, avian beasts, etc. No matter what, there were pages reserved for each type of being.
The monkey flipped through the pages and to his shock, he discovered his name in one of the pages and there was a passage written there, "Sun Wukong's true form is a Heavenbirth Stone Monkey. His lifespan is set at 342 years old and he shall die a peaceful death."
The monkey instantly flew into a rage. "I've been taken as a disciple by a grandmaster of the Dao and has already attained my dao, becoming an immortal. Why is my name in the Book of Life and Death? Quickly bring me a pen!"
"This…" The Yama King and judges glanced at each other as unsightly looks appeared on their faces.
"Mhm? Could it be that you two dare to lie to this Ol`Sun?" The golden eyes of the monkey flared, glaring at the Yama King. It was like as soon as the Yama King didn't obey him, he would instantly turn this hell upside down.
Yama King had a bitter look on his face. He hurriedly commanded the judge to bring a judge pen over.
After the monkey received the pen, he instantly crossed out his name. Not only that, but he began to turn the Book of Life and Death into a scribble book. He flipped through the pages and crossed out things, even tearing some of the pages into shreds.
"From now onwards, the lives and deaths of the various monkey species will not be controlled by the underworld." The monkey directly turned and left after crossing out the names, not saying anything more.
When the Yama King saw the shredded pages, he was so angered that his body involuntarily trembled. "Men, that demonic monkey destroys a supreme treasure of the underworld. CAPTURE HIM AND SEND HIM TO THE EIGHTEEN LEVELS OF HELL!"
ROAR! SHRIEK! HOWL~
Ox-faced and horse-faced soldiers; asura and yakshas; countless ghosts and demons—all rushed out like the tides, surrounding the monkey.
"Good that all of you are gathered here. I've long since been very unhappy about the underworld. Today, I'm going to flip the eighteen levels of hell topsy-turvy!" The monkey didn't seem to be afraid as he coldly laughed. With a somersault, the countless strands of golden fur on his body manifested into the weaker clones of himself. Each of them had a metal cudgel in their hands as they rushed at the underworld army.
The monkey laughed coldly, blinking in and out of different places and crushing the underworld army with his power alone.
As he swept out with his cudgel, his clones did the same. The demon and ghost army was utterly defeated, and their souls were injured to the point of being scattered. They no longer had a chance of reincarnation.
The underworld began to crack as a scene of apocalypse appeared.
Bridge of Helplessness, break!
River of Forgetfulness, dry up!
Three-lives Stone, shatter!
The moment the monkey decided to attack, he naturally held nothing back. He was tyrannical and lawless just like the embodiment of destruction. He was shattering everything there was to shatter inside the underworld.
The underworld army was completely annihilated.
"Quick! Go get Judge Cui, get him to invite Bodhisattva Ksitigarbha!" Upon seeing how powerful the monkey was, the Yama King shouted with fear.
The monkey was completely venting his anger. Everywhere he went, destruction followed. The prestigious and majestic underworld turned into ruins.
"Vile monkey, don't be impudent!" A thunderous voice rang out through the air. The speaker descended from the air, seated on a lotus throne. The lotus throne expanded and became as large as the sky as it crashed down on the monkey.
The monkey instinctively used his cudgel to block. Boundless Buddhistic might bore down on him; the weight of the entire eighteen levels of hell wanted to crush him. The monkey struggled as he let out roars of anger before the roars faded into silence.
Only after a long time did the Yama King and various judges dare to come nearer. "Is the demonic monkey finally subdued?"
They then knelt and faced the sky. "Many thanks, Bodhisattva Ksitigarbha, for using your boundless power to suppress the monkey and saving the underworld!"
"Amitabha! Yama King, you are too polite. If hell isn't emptied of suffering mortals, I shall not ascend to buddhahood. The hell affects the chances of this little monk becoming a buddha. This is only something I ought to do." An imposing voice rang out from a screen of golden light.
"Bodhisattva is merciful!"
"Lord Ksitigarbha is merciful!"
Cheering could be heard in all parts of the Underworld.
But when all lives in the Underworld knelt and thanked the Bodhisattva, a huge tremor shook the earth as many constructs on the ground crumbled.
"What?" All the gods, demons, and ghosts glanced around in confusion.
At the depths of the eighteenth level, they only saw a huge metal pillar extended upward with incredible speed, penetrating through all eighteen levels. The situation was in complete chaos as a hole opened up in the dark underworld.
A figure with golden fur shot out and became a beam of golden light, escaping from the hole.
"This…" The Yama King stared at the Underworld that had transformed into ruins. His body trembled violently from what he was seeing.
Within the screen of golden light, a voice of anger rang out, causing the underworld to shudder.
"This vile demon is too obstinate, even this little monk has no way to subdue it. Let's join together and report this to the heavenly court. We'll get them to dominate and suppress this damnable demonic monkey!"