With Hu Liena as a pawn, the King of Slaughter, no matter how unwilling, would have no choice but to open the Road to Hell.
Now, the task before Chen Yuan was to wait for Hu Liena to complete her one hundred consecutive victories in the Hell Killing Arena.
It would likely take a considerable amount of time...
Chen Yuan decided to devote himself wholeheartedly to cultivation during this period. Although the City of Slaughter couldn't compare to the unique advantages of the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well, Chen Yuan's cultivation speed wouldn't slow down too much, thanks to the immortal herbs he had consumed, the spirit rings and spirit bones he had refined, and the two spirit cores in his dantian—the Dragon Pearl and the Evil God Pearl—constantly devouring and refining spirit power. As long as he focused entirely on meditation, his progress would remain steady.
...
Unknowingly, another six months passed. With Chen Yuan fully immersed in cultivation, his progress was by no means slow. From the time he entered the City of Slaughter, in nearly two years, he had increased his spirit power by six levels, rising from level 64 to level 70. All he needed now was a seventh spirit ring to become a Spirit Sage—a sixteen-year-old Spirit Sage.
That day was fast approaching, as Hu Liena was about to complete her 100th match, and Chen Yuan would finally witness the opening of the Road to Hell.
Hell Killing Arena!
Hu Liena's match had already begun. Her survival in the City of Slaughter relied on three things: a head spirit bone with a mental shock skill, an external spirit bone in the form of a fox tail, and a dagger spirit tool that increased in power when spirit energy was infused.
With these three tools and her calm, composed demeanor, she always managed to overcome her opponents. However, compared to Chen Yuan's overwhelming dominance, she fell far short.
Amid the cheers from the spectator stands, Hu Liena killed her final opponent, successfully achieving one hundred consecutive victories in the Hell Killing Arena.
For a moment, the entire Hell Killing Arena echoed with chants of "Hell's Messenger."
With her victory, as expected, the King of Slaughter descended once again. This time, he didn't waste words and directly asked:
"Subject 9515, you have achieved one hundred consecutive victories in the Hell Killing Arena. I can bestow upon you the title of Slaughter God, grant you permanent residency in the City of Slaughter, and the freedom to come and go as you please. How does that sound?"
Hu Liena, slightly out of breath, brushed the hair from her forehead and coldly replied:
"Not interested. King of Slaughter, I wish to challenge the Road to Hell!"
The King of Slaughter's face turned grim, his eyes narrowing as he stared at Hu Liena. He let out a sinister chuckle:
"The Road to Hell is fraught with danger. It's not so easy to pass. If you turn back now, you can leave safely. But once you enter the Road to Hell, it's a life-and-death gamble."
Hu Liena smirked, her voice dripping with allure:
"No need for your concern, King of Slaughter. Sword Demon, please step forward."
As soon as she finished speaking, Chen Yuan walked out with an indifferent expression. He looked at the King of Slaughter once more. Half a year ago, the King of Slaughter had refused his challenge to the Road to Hell. Now, half a year later, it was time to see what choice the King of Slaughter would make this time.
When Chen Yuan stood beside Hu Liena, the King of Slaughter's expression darkened. He hadn't anticipated their alliance. Chen Yuan's strength was evident—he had a real chance of passing the Road to Hell. This left the King of Slaughter with a headache.
"Subject 9510, I didn't expect you to team up with Subject 9515. So, you also wish to challenge the Road to Hell?"
Chen Yuan's killing intent solidified into a tangible aura, wisps of white mist swirling around him. He looked at the King of Slaughter and replied coldly:
"Indeed. Over the past six months, I assume you've gathered enough offerings. It's time to open the Road to Hell."
The King of Slaughter's chest heaved, but he quickly calmed himself. Though still visibly frustrated, he no longer made excuses:
"The Road to Hell is filled with dangers. I wish you luck... and hope you don't die in there."
With that, the King of Slaughter raised his hands high. A crimson light surged, and his expression turned fanatical as he shouted:
"Citizens of the City of Slaughter, let us witness the opening of the Road to Hell! The blood sacrifice begins now!"
As soon as he spoke, the spectators in the Hell Killing Arena erupted in frenzy. The opening of the Road to Hell was something they had never seen before. They raised their hands high, shouting with fervor.
Unaware that they themselves were the offerings required to open the Road to Hell, the atmosphere grew increasingly eerie. The crowd's fervor intensified, and waves of cold, evil, crimson energy began to spread throughout the arena.
Wherever the crimson energy passed, the spectators exploded one by one, yet they remained oblivious. Their flesh, blood, and souls were all enveloped by the crimson energy, converging toward the center of the arena where Chen Yuan and Hu Liena stood.
As the arena filled with blood, crimson lines began to emerge, extending and intertwining to form a pattern.
Chen Yuan's heart swelled with excitement. The Road to Hell was finally about to open.
As the spectators perished, their flesh, blood, and souls serving as offerings, the pattern in the arena grew clearer. It was a crimson bat.
When the final line was completed, the bat's eyes glowed with a bloody light. A terrifying energy surged upward, forming a pillar of light. Within this pillar, Chen Yuan and Hu Liena were enveloped, their senses blurred.
The King of Slaughter's voice echoed ominously:
"Safe travels on the Road to Hell!"
On the other side, within the crimson pillar of light, Chen Yuan and Hu Liena's solidified killing intent formed rippling waves, shielding them from the external assault.
When their consciousness returned, they found themselves on a circular platform. The temperature around them was scorching, and the air was thick with a strange energy, similar to that of the City of Slaughter but ten, even a hundred times more concentrated.
Chen Yuan stood up and surveyed his surroundings. Aside from the circular platform beneath their feet, there was only a narrow path leading into the unknown darkness. Beyond that, there was nothing but an endless abyss.
Knowing the three trials of the Road to Hell, Chen Yuan was aware that the first trial was the Darkgold Three-Headed Bat, the second was the Ten-Heated Yang Snake, and the third was a test of the mind—controlling the killing intent without being controlled by it. Passing these three trials would grant them the Slaughter Domain.
Time was also a critical factor. The strange energy in the air would continuously stir their killing intent and desires. The longer they delayed, the greater the risk.
Chen Yuan casually remarked:
"The energy in the air makes me uncomfortable. It's similar to the energy in the City of Slaughter, but the poison in the air is ten, even a hundred times more concentrated. We must pass through the Road to Hell as quickly as possible. Delaying will only lead to trouble."
After speaking, Chen Yuan turned to look at Hu Liena, only to find her removing her clothes. She undid her belt, took off her outer garments, and was left wearing only a tank top and shorts. Large areas of her fair skin were exposed—her delicate collarbone, flat stomach, full thighs, and slender calves... Only a few private areas were still covered by scraps of fabric.
Seeing Chen Yuan's gaze, Hu Liena blushed but maintained her composure:
"The situation here is unclear. I need to make a rope to tie us together. Don't look at me like that. If there aren't enough clothes, you might have to take yours off too."
Chen Yuan admired Hu Liena's figure:
"So, where's your storage spirit tool? Don't you have spare clothes in there?"
Hu Liena froze, her face burning with embarrassment. She felt like crying at her own stupidity. She had undressed for nothing, and her body had been exposed for no reason.
In the original story, when Chen Yuan read the novel, aside from the titillating scene, he had always been puzzled. Was it that storage spirit tools couldn't be used in the City of Slaughter, or that the disciple of the Spirit Hall's Pope couldn't afford one?
And what about Tang San's hidden weapons? Where did he pull those from? And Tang San himself, claiming he didn't think of taking off his clothes because of his Blue Silver Emperor spirit.
If he could pull hidden weapons from his storage spirit tool, why couldn't he pull out a couple of outfits? It was as if his IQ had taken a nosedive...
(End of Chapter)
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