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26.88% Douluo: Helping my ancestors ascend to godhood / Chapter 100: Chapter 100: Journey to the Slaughter Hell!

Chapter 100: Chapter 100: Journey to the Slaughter Hell!

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Ten days later, in the city of Mingdu, inside the Wuya Soul Guide Store.

"Congratulations on your promotion to Level 7 Soul master, Young Master!"

In the room, Han Feng looked visibly excited, his gaze fixed on the Level 7 Illusion Crystal Orb in Shui Wuya's hand.

"If it hadn't been for the unexpected incident that day, I would've created this Level 7 Illusion Crystal Orb ten days ago."

Early in the morning, Shui Wuya had successfully crafted the orb, marking his advancement to Level 7 Soul master. However, his expression still carried a hint of regret. If it hadn't been for the fierce battle between the Holy Soul Sect and the Imperial Guards, he wouldn't have had to waste those extra ten days.

"Young Master, your talent is extraordinary—perhaps unparalleled in the history of the Shui family," Han Feng praised without hesitation. Even though he was himself a gifted individual, it had taken him over a decade to reach Level 8 Soul master.

But Shui Wuya, in less than a year, had advanced to Level 7, making rapid progress. If word of this got out, it would surely shake the entire world.

It took quite some time for both of them to calm down. Then Han Feng mentioned the recent rumors circulating outside.

"Young Master, I've heard that a mysterious blue-clad Titled Douluo has appeared in the Sun and Moon Empire. This powerful individual is said to be heading straight from Sunset City to the imperial capital, drawing the attention of many top warriors in the empire."

"A blue-clad Titled Douluo?" Shui Wuya raised an eyebrow. Who would have the audacity to cause such a stir in the Sun and Moon Empire?

"They say this person has ice-based soul power and has defeated several Titled Douluos, including one Super Douluo," Han Feng added.

At that moment, Shui Wuyah's expression suddenly shifted, his gaze turning toward the door about ten feet away. Even without using his spiritual power, he sensed a powerful presence just outside.

"Who's there?" Han Feng's expression darkened as he noticed Shui Wuya's reaction. He immediately prepared to unleash his Soul Douluo-level power.

However, just as he was about to act, Shui Wuya stopped him with a glance. The look of caution on his face had given way to a hint of amusement.

"If you're here, come on in," Shui Wuya said, his voice calm but commanding.

The door swung open, revealing a young man in blue. The moment Han Feng saw him, his pupils dilated with shock, his mind racing to connect the dots with the rumors he'd heard. His expression became one of disbelief.

"Shui Yanjun greets the Patriarch," the blue-clad young man said as he entered the room, the door closing automatically behind him. He took a step forward and bowed slightly, his expression showing genuine respect.

A smile spread across Shui Wuya's face. When he sensed the presence outside, he discreetly used his spiritual power to confirm the person's identity—it was none other than Shui Yanjun, a fellow member of the Shui family.

"It seems the blue-clad Titled Douluo who's been shaking up the entire Sun and Moon Empire lately must be you," Shui Wuya said with a smile. Everything Han Feng described—the ice-based soul power, the journey from Sunset City, and the blue attire—matched Shui Yanjun's characteristics perfectly.

"Ha, it's not as grand as it sounds," Shui Yanjun replied modestly, but his grin suggested he was pleased with the recognition.

After exchanging formalities, Shui Wuya and Shui Yanjun reverted to their familiar camaraderie. Shui Yanjun recounted his experiences since breaking through to Titled Douluo, sharing every detail with Shui Wuya, including his encounters at the Ice God Temple and his journey to the Slaughter Hell.

"The Seventh Elder?" Shui Wuya narrowed his eyes slightly.

"The Seventh Elder wishes the Shui family to bring the Ice God's successor to the Ice God Temple," Shui Yanjun explained, watching Shui Wuya carefully. He didn't directly ask if Shui Wuya was the Ice God's successor.

"The Slaughter Hell managed to survive the turmoil. You should visit it. If the Slaughter Hell's master learns that the Shui family still exists, he will undoubtedly offer his protection," Shui Yanjun continued, his eyes gleaming with excitement. As a member of the Shui family, he had experienced the trials in the Slaughter Hell in his youth.

Shui Wuya seemed calm and unruffled, knowing that the Slaughter Hell was still around. Since Shui Yanjun had found him, there was no harm in visiting the Slaughter Hell before the Soul Guide Tournament began.

"Han Feng, take care of everything while I'm away. Keep an eye on the Holy Spirit Sect's activities," Shui Wuya said as he stood up, giving Han Feng instructions for his absence.

"Rest assured, Young Master, I'll do my duty," Han Feng replied with firm resolve.

With his mind made up, Shui Wuya wasted no time. He and Shui Yanjun left the guesthouse without delay. Before departing, Shui Yanjun disguised himself by dyeing his hair black and changing his attire to a darker shade. Given his growing fame within the Sun and Moon Empire, he needed to keep a low profile.

The Slaughter Hell's location was within the Xingluo Empire. Shui Wuyah recalled that it was once known as the City of Slaughter millennia ago. Within three days, Shui Yanjun and Shui Wuya crossed the ocean's boundary of the Sun and Moon Empire by flying at high speed.

Upon reaching the coast, Shui Wuya used his sixth soul spirit, Bai Shan, to summon a giant ice turtle. The two of them rode the turtle across the sea. Although the ice turtle appeared slow, it was actually quite fast, especially since this one was a ten-thousand-year-old ice turtle, with speed comparable to a Titled Douluo.

Three more days passed, and they finally entered the Xingluo Empire, finding the entrance to the Slaughter Hell. In a massive ancient forest, a square stone tablet stood hidden within the dense foliage. Shui Wuya and Shui Yanjun stood in front of the stone tablet.

As Shui Yanjun extended his hand to infuse the tablet with his ice-attributed soul power, the ancient engravings on the stone came to life, revealing the image of a phoenix.

As the totem's phoenix eyes lit up, a beam of blood-red light swept over Shui Wuya and Shui Yanjun. In the next moment, they found themselves in a blood-soaked world.

"This is the Slaughter Hell!" Shui Yanjun exclaimed, his voice filled with excitement as he surveyed the scene around them.

They stood before a massive stone gate, behind which was a nine-story pagoda descending into the earth—the heart of the Slaughter Hell. Above them was a blood-red sky, while around them stretched a seemingly endless landscape of molten lava.

Shui Wuya, unfazed by the transformation, started walking toward the stone gate, with Shui Yanjun close behind.

The heavy stone gate opened with a grinding noise, the sound of stone scraping against stone. As the gate swung open, in the dimly lit, blood-red chamber at the bottom of the Slaughter Hell, a figure seated cross-legged on a mat abruptly opened its eyes.

"Newbies, eh? Come on over here, and let's see if you're as tough as you look!"

"We got some fresh meat, boys!"

"Is that the Shui family's kid? You better get on your knees and start bowing, or I'll make sure you don't last five minutes in here!"

The insults and taunts continued as Shui Wuya and Shui Yanjun stepped into the first layer of the Slaughter Hell. The ground was slick with blood and littered with bones and other rotting debris, filling the air with a sickening stench.

Countless evil soul masters were confined in cells, their bodies covered in filth and grime, their expressions savage and twisted. Their mouths spewed a stream of vile and obscene language.

These prisoners had large steel spikes driven into various parts of their bodies—ribcages, eyebrow ridges, and thighs—blocking their meridians and preventing them from using their soul power. Their wrists and ankles were shackled in heavy iron, and the clang of chains and metal cages echoed through the hall, creating a harsh and grating cacophony.


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