Eighteen Layers of Hell
They keep the consciousness of the souls to feed the ghost flames with cries, okay, but why do the souls recover when they pour gravity water onto the souls? Would it work if I poured it onto Dad’s soul? I need to figure out the mechanisms before I can make a decision. First things first: how the heck do I get into this tower that prohibits me from casting formations on it? Mu Yu brooded, flying up to the ceiling of the tower to explore for an alternative.
Mu Yu prepared Shadow Splitter Sword and inwardly said, Let’s just destroy it.
“You think you can destroy it, pitiful human?” Ghost Ancestor ribbed, activating the domain to douse the tower in soul energy that bounced Mu Yu’s slash off the tower. “Once I recover my full power, you’ll be joining the souls in there!”
“In other words, you can’t do anything to me at the moment.”
“And what can you do to me?”
“Thanks for letting me know.” Mu Yu showed a small view of his pearly whites and pulled out green spiritual energy from his plastered hands.
“Kekeke, I’d run before I break free if I were you.”
“Or, I could just stop you from breaking free.” Mu Yu split his green spiritual energy into black and white spiritual energy.
“All bark and no bite.”
The reinforced tower put up a resistance when Mu Yu threw his black and white spiritual energies at it. Even though the two energies could overwhelm even domains Mu Yu still needed to control his energies subtle balance.
Rumble!
“What? What did you do, lowly human?!” Sensing Mu Yu drain away the soul energy, Ghost Ancestor blustered, “Gui Buyu, don’t just stand there! Kill him!”
That was the last thing Gui Buyu and the disciples wanted to hear. They needed to jump several metres from bone to bone in order to catch up to Mu Yu. Jumping metres was easy for them, though the same could not be said when considering their cultivation relative to the gravity water beneath them. Furthermore, they escaped here to avoid fighting Mu Yu, not to fight him.
“W-we cannot make it, Ghost Ancestor!”
“Ragh!” howled Ghost Ancestor, bristling.
“Can you lot pipe down? I need to concentrate,” Mu Yu snapped.
“I bloody swear I bloody will bloody kill bloody you bloody human!”
Mu Yu melded his energies together once he created a hole in the ceiling large enough for him to fit through.
Oh, nice, my black spirit energy has grown more potent thanks to absorbing the soul energy. If only I had the luxury of time to absorb some more. Let’s store the spiritual energy collected in a Spirit Collection Formation to refine later.
Mu Yu stabbed a hole into the ceiling using his sword and made his way in, ignoring Ghost Ancestor’s threats. Seeing the harmless flesh-winged horny monsters try to harass him to no avail, Mu Yu insulted, “You lot make me sick.”
Mu Yu cast Lightning Swift Snakes Formation to vanquish the flesh-winged horny monster souls, controlling his formation so that he did not harm the tortured souls.
Strange. They aren’t pure flesh-winged horny monsters. These are like weak puppets.
“I will murder you, lowly human, you hear? I w-”
“Shut your ugly face up. Are you broken in the head, repeating the same lines over and over? It’s insulting to even respond to you at this point.”
“How dare you speak to me in that tone, lowly human?!”
Mu Yu furrowed his eyebrows, pondering, Lowly human? Does that mean he isn’t human?
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