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"No comment." He Chuan didn't want to say.

As he spoke, his mind spun rapidly. Countless plans flashed through his mind as he thought of how to escape.

This world had been in the hands of the Green Emperor for many years. He was extremely familiar with the plants and vegetation, and nothing could hide from his eyes.

He Chuan retreated and left the place. He held the sword with both hands. The Tianzi Sword burst out with golden light, and the void emitted a sound of being overwhelmed.

A long and narrow hole appeared in space, leading to the world on the other side.

He Chuan could just find any random world, no matter where it was, as long as there was a chance to get out of here.

Countless vines suddenly emerged from the crack. The vines grew rapidly and instantly filled the crack.

"This place is isolated from the outside world, you can't leave!" The Green Emperor's indifferent voice sounded from the side.

The vines were still growing, spreading to the surrounding void. A radius of a hundred miles was wrapped in the plant ball, and He Chuan was inside the ball.

"I have to admit that you are indeed a talented person. You managed to germinate the seed in a short period of time." The voice came from all directions, and a powerful suction force came from the depths of the void. He Chuan felt that his life force was draining away.

The Green Emperor didn't appear, and the defense around him didn't relax. It was airtight until He Chuan died.

Only He Chuan was trapped in this world, his vitality was still flowing away.

Green Emperor did not want to kill He Chuan; rather, this was not his main goal.

If he wanted to kill him, he could do it now. It wouldn't take much effort.

The key was to extract the seed without damaging it.

In order to resist the suction force, his Dharmic powers were consumed at an extremely fast rate. If this continued, he would be sucked dry in less than an hour.

Beiyin Mountain continued to grow, and soon, it had grown more than a hundred miles. Compared to Beiyin Mountain, the vines seemed a little fragile and couldn't withstand a single blow.

The mountain peak crashed into the vine wall, making a deafening sound. The mountain peak shook violently, but the vines remained motionless like mountains.

It couldn't be broken by violence!

He Chuan thought to himself as he looked at Beiyin Mountain.

He couldn't get out no matter what. Beiyin Mountain couldn't break this space.

Why not take another path and enter the Infernal Hell?

However, it was too dangerous. Until now, he didn't know what was going on inside the Infernal Hell.

Perhaps he would be like Godking and the others, entering it and never reincarnating.

Outside, the Green Emperor sensed He Chuan was not dead yet, so he extended his hand into the array, wanting to break He Chuan's limbs and beat him half to death so that it would be easier to absorb.

A huge handprint suddenly appeared inside the vine.

The hand seal was comparable to the entire Beiyin Mountain. It then rapidly shrank to He Chuan's side and grabbed down ruthlessly.

Space was sealed and spells were forbidden.

With the strength of this hand, He Chuan would either die or be crippled.

"You want to kill me?" He Chuan's heart hardened, and his eyes revealed a fierce light.

Then, he jumped into the tenth level of the Infernal Hell of Beiyin Mountain, and a huge handprint followed closely behind.

"What did you do?" The Green Emperor's expression changed drastically. The moment his hand followed He Chuan into the tenth level, an indescribable pain came.

Pain could not be described with any words. It happened tens of millions of times in an instant, and it was endless.

And a powerful force is constantly pulling his hand into the realm of the universe.

The Green Emperor broke his arm and fell into an unknown space-time. The elegant emperor turned into a one-armed man.

Beiyin Mountain seized the opportunity and flew out from the gap!

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Infernal Hell.

The surroundings were pitch-black, and time and space were chaotic.

There was no light, no sound, no taste.

The moment he entered, it was as if he was in chaos.

Shrill howls rang out from all around. The sound was so miserable that it gave people goosebumps.

Space changed, and layers of hellish torture appeared. Hearts were dug out, stomachs were torn, and eyes were gouged out, fried, and burned...

In just a few breaths, more than 36,000 tortures flashed by.

He Chuan even saw Godking of the Scorching Sun Dynasty, Ruo Shui, and Heavenly Emperor Tianfang suffering.

Only now did he realize the terror of the Infernal Hell.

They had to endure 36,000 kinds of torture at the same time. There was nothing more torturous than this in the world.

The Infernal Hell had no concept of time, so it endured torture and torture that ordinary people could not endure at the same time.

Moreover, there was an endless lifespan and no possibility of transcending.

Godking of the Scorching Sun Dynasty and the others had only entered for less than two hours. When He Chuan saw that they were already unconscious, he reckoned they would be completely numb in no time.

The lights and shadows that appeared in the chaos were both real and illusory. They were bizarre and dazzling.

Hell did not harm him at all, but he could not affect the Hell World either. It was as if there was a layer of membrane separating them.

Although he was the one who controlled Beiyin Mountain, he still had no idea how to control Infernal Hell.

Thinking of this, He Chuan continued to walk into the depths of the chaos.

The interior was getting darker and darker. There was only endless darkness. Now, even the hellish torture had disappeared.

As He Chuan walked, he recalled the contents of the Book of Beiyin.

The name of this book sounded domineering, but it was actually the manufacturing method of Beiyin Mountain.

According to the theory, Yellow Springs controlled everyone who cultivated the Yellow Springs technique.

As long as one reached a certain realm, there would be someone to harvest them.

Yuan Emperor had been through this. Back then, he had resisted for a long time, but in the end, he still fell into their demonic claws.

The fundamental reason was that the information was controlled by someone. As long as the Netherworld's Book of Life and Death had one's name, one could not escape no matter what.

Unless he destroyed his own cultivation. Netherworld Emperor's idea was to create a cultivation technique independently. He didn't need to destroy his own cultivation and could also leave.

The fish in the pond wanted to leave, so they made their own fish tank. Although it was small, it was more free.

There was a huge drawback to this method, as the fish tank was ultimately not as big as river.

Although he had gained freedom, the upper limit would be fixed in the future.

The yellow light was dazzling.

In the depths of the thick black fog, there was a huge yellow dragon that was constantly squirming.

The yellow dragon was as wide as a star. Compared to it, He Chuan's body was like an ant on a star. The head of the dragon could not be seen, and his body emitted majestic Netherworld Devil Energy and an ancient aura.

The grand feeling could not help but make people indulge in it.

"Yellow Springs?" He Chuan finally knew how the Infernal Hell was so powerful. It was actually connected to the true body of the Netherworld.

Back then, Yuan Emperor was able to use the power of the Yellow Springs to resist Yang Kang, so it was not strange for God Realm cultivators to be locked inside Infernal Hell.

It proved that the Infernal Hell could only hold people and could not return power like the other nine levels of hell.

All the power was absorbed by the Yellow Spring. He Chuan was not the master of the Yellow Spring, so he could not use the power of the Yellow Spring.

The Yellow Springs in front of him was separated by a faint mist, but he could not touch it.

Unknowingly, He Chuan sat cross-legged on the edge of the Yellow Spring, closing his eyes and meditating.

The Yellow Dragon roared and the Daoist sat quietly.

There was no way forward. The inheritance of the Netherworld Emperor had reached its end here.

There were inheritances that followed, but the Golden Bridge, the Avici Gate, the Asura Blood Prison, and so on all led directly to Yin and Yang.

The deeper one cultivated, the deeper the entanglement with the Yellow Springs would be. In the end, one would sink into it.

He Chuan borrowed the comprehension of the Yellow Springs to comprehend the Dao in the Infernal Hell.

It was unknown how much time had passed. A thousand years, ten thousand years, or even an instant.

He opened his eyes, his pupils showing a dark yellow color. His hair and beard flew without any wind, and his divine might was biting cold.

At this moment, his temperament changed greatly, but then he returned to normal.

"I finally succeeded." He Chuan let out a breath. The appearance of a new cultivation technique was not because he was creating a new cultivation technique, but because he was modifying the Netherworld Emperor's original foundation.