Eternal Sacred King

Su Zimo's last memory of collapsing in the Emperor's Tomb was hearing a familiar voice.

However, he was unconscious at that time and no longer had the strength to distinguish.

When he regained consciousness and woke up, he realized that he was in a dark and sinister place surrounded by a large white fog.

This did not seem to be the Emperor's Tomb.

At that moment, Su Zimo recalled the voice in the Emperor's Tomb with a strange expression.

"How could it be him?"

Su Zimo was puzzled and could not understand.

Right then, he realized that there were many people like him in the white fog. Their expressions were numb and their gazes were empty as they walked forward in a daze.

Among this group of people, there were men, women, old and young, as well as living beings of other races; it was a massive sight.

Strangely, there were no conflicts despite so many living beings of the various races gathered together. Everyone seemed to have a tacit understanding and kept walking forward.

Suddenly, Su Zimo realized that he was one of them!

He wanted to stop in his tracks but realized that he could not control his body at all. It was as though he was being pulled forward by an unknown force.

"What's going on?"

Su Zimo had a bewildered expression.

He took a few steps forward and arrived beside a middle-aged man, asking, "Fellow Daoist, where is this?"

The middle-aged man looked askance at Su Zimo and revealed a strange smile. He looked as though he was crying and did not speak.

"Sir, where is this?"

Su Zimo arrived beside an old man and asked once more.

The old man sighed and did not reply. He merely raised his trembling arm and pointed into the distance.

Following the old man's guidance, Su Zimo looked over and vaguely saw a gigantic city pass appear between the two mountains in the fog ahead.

There was a plaque hanging on the city pass. There seemed to be words on it, but they could not be seen clearly.

Right then, someone walked past Su Zimo and bumped into his shoulder.

However, he did not feel anything. His body seemed to be transparent as that person passed through him effortlessly!

Su Zimo opened his mouth slightly and vaguely realized where he was.

Before long, he followed the crowd and arrived below the city pass.

Su Zimo looked up.

There were golden words written on the plaque—Netherworld Death's Door!

Indeed!

Su Zimo sighed with a conflicted expression.

To think that he could not manage to escape the calamity of the Sect Master of the Academy in the end and would still die. His soul came to the legendary Netherworld and he witnessed the Death's Door!

The vast crowd was merely souls of living beings that arrived here after they died.

It was the same for him.

The crowd entered the Death's Door one after another.

On both sides of the Death's Door stood many Little Ghosts of the Netherworld. They held pitch-black chains and whips in their hands and urged the crowd, "Hurry, hurry!"

"Once you enter the Death's Door, you will be separated from life and death!"

A Little Ghost of the Netherworld said loudly.

In the end, there were still people in the crowd who were indignant. When they arrived at Death's Door, they stopped and looked back.

"What are you looking at!"

A Little Ghost of the Netherworld had an impatient expression as he pulled out the iron whip in his hand and whipped the person fiercely!

"Ah!"

The person cried out tragically and a clear mark was clearly left on his soul body, causing his soul to turn much dimmer.

"You've already arrived at the Netherworld. Don't even think about turning back."

A Little Ghost of the Netherworld sneered, "If you had that thought, you might as well spend your time praying for better luck when you enter the Six Paths of Reincarnation later so that you can have a good place to go."

This person was extremely stubborn and stood with his head held high, still unwilling to enter the Death's Door.

In his previous life, he was also a renowned expert and big shot. He died and his soul entered the Netherworld. Naturally, he was indignant that he had fallen to such a state.

He did not want to be bullied by some Little Ghosts of the Netherworld either!

If this was in the medium chiliocosm, the cultivation of these Little Ghosts would be equivalent to Earth Immortals and Heaven Immortals.

However, no matter how powerful the experts in his previous life were, their souls could not defend against the power of these Little Ghosts once they entered the Netherworld.

"You must have a death wish!"

One of the Little Ghosts of the Netherworld sneered and raised his whip, whipping the person fiercely!

This whip was clearly forged from special materials and could cause immense damage to souls.

In just a few whips, that person's soul was already extremely weak and dim, without much life left.

"Pfft!"

The Little Ghost of the Netherworld spat and cursed, "I've seen many people like you. No matter who you were in your previous life, you have to be obedient in the Netherworld!"

Pausing for a moment, the Little Ghost of the Netherworld glared at the crowd. "The same goes for you guys. Whoever refuses to submit shall end up like him!"

Initially, there were some people who had the same thoughts of resisting. At that moment, they no longer insisted and entered the Death's Door one after another.

Lackeys like the Little Ghosts were often the ones who gave the most trouble.

Su Zimo followed the crowd and entered the Death's Door as well.

After the Death's Door, the Little Ghosts of the Netherworld who originally stood guard there followed the group of people to their next location.

As for the Death's Door, it was replaced by another group of Little Ghosts from the Netherworld.

Su Zimo followed the crowd in no hurry.

That was because he had finally established a connection with the Martial Dao Prime Body earlier on!

The two true bodies exchanged memories continuously and filled up this blank period of time rapidly.

At the same time, he knew that the Martial Dao Prime Body was rushing over!

However, the space of the Netherworld was complicated and it would take the Martial Dao Prime Body a little more time to teleport through space.

As Su Zimo followed the crowd, he surveyed his surroundings.

A large area in the surroundings was still enveloped by layers of white fog.

As for the dirt road beneath their feet, it was slightly yellow and emitted a strange power.

A Little Ghost of the Netherworld said, "Let me educate you guys. The path you're walking on is the Yellow Springs Road."

"In a while, all of you will have to wait for a bridge—the Bridge of Oblivion."

"Hehe, the Yellow Springs surges beneath the Bridge of Oblivion. Every single one of you will be baptized by the Yellow Springs on the bridge and all memories of your previous life will turn into a blank."

"As for your final destination, whether you head to the Hell Dao or Hungry Ghost Dao, whether you reincarnate as humans or demons, everything will depend on your own fate."

Before long, everyone heard the roar of water and the aura ahead became moist.

The Yellow Springs of the Netherworld was right ahead!

Su Zimo gradually slowed down.

He could enter the Death's Door.

However, there was no way he could let himself be baptized by the water of the Yellow Springs!

Once he was baptized by the Yellow Springs and his memories disappeared, it would mean that all traces of his life would be erased and he would truly die!