Chapter 917: No Way

The little celestial dog entered. The surroundings were pitch black, and it felt a profound sense of horror. Its black fur was fluffed up and standing on end, like a startled, large hedgehog!

What did it see? Dog heads littered the ground, all in gruesome death poses. They were all dog heads, some still attached to half a body, some skulls still dripping blood, and others baring their snow-white canines.

"Woof, arf, howl!" it cried out, backing away continuously.

Beside it, five Saints and three Sub-Saints also saw a bloody scene before their eyes. They broke out in goosebumps, their scalps tingled, and they felt utterly uncomfortable.

However, as the little celestial dog retreated, it suddenly noticed a patch of gnarled, dead trees behind it. Hanging from them were dog corpses, some cut in half at the waist, some decapitated, and others hanged by ropes, their long, scarlet tongues lolling out.

"Who the hell is targeting my celestial dog clan?!" it roared furiously. Cold sweat now ran down its back, its spine felt bone-chillingly cold. This place was too sinister.

The celestial dog clan was rare, with fewer than a hundred members remaining. They possessed powerful innate divine abilities and were mostly kept as pets by the disciples of mighty beings and Heavenly Venerates. Their strength and status were high, and few dared to provoke them.

Provoking one celestial dog could offend a group of powerful old dogs with significant backgrounds!

The little celestial dog realized that all the deceased were actually celestial dogs, covered in blood. Their cultivation levels were at least at the Golden Body stage; there were many Saint Dogs, some even Reflection Realm experts, and even Divine King-level elder celestial dogs.

The ground was covered in dark dog blood, and the metallic stench was pungent and terrifying, making its fur stand on end!

"Woof, what the hell!"

Suddenly, the little celestial dog roared and cursed. It conjured the silver collar from its neck, and with a boom, it shattered the ground in front of it. In an instant, all the celestial dog corpses vanished.

At the same time, the eight Saints beside it also jolted, snapping back to reality.

The little celestial dog's expression was grim, its dog face chilling. It knew it had fallen victim to a trap, having been caught in an illusion. Indeed, when it questioned the other eight, they confirmed the same.

They had all witnessed horrific scenes related to themselves, yet hadn't realized they were fake.

What kind of place was this? The little celestial dog's face drooped, grim as still water, as it carefully surveyed its surroundings.

Its expression was ugly. Beneath the ground it had shattered, there were indeed some celestial dog remains, some with golden bones, others with silver, all supreme divine bones!

In ancient times, Divine Kings of the celestial dog clan had indeed perished here, but not in such numbers. After some digging, the little celestial dog found a total of four such remains, along with many more skeletons of powerful individuals from other clans.

When Chu Feng first entered, he experienced the same, witnessing various terrifying phenomena: mountains of corpses, seas of blood, wailing ghosts, and other sights, all somewhat related to himself, causing his expression to change drastically.

However, possessing Fiery Golden Eyes, he immediately opened them and realized the scenes were not real.

Purgatory was as dark as ever; ordinary people entering would find it impossible to see their own hand. Chu Feng, like an an experienced horse, galloped wildly in a specific direction.

Soon after, he saw a glimmer of light. It was the City of Light and Death, still thousands of miles away, but its radiance was already piercing through the darkness.

Chu Feng sped like lightning, reaching the outskirts of the City of Death in the shortest time. There, he once again saw endless corpses strewn about. Unlike his previous visit, these looked newly laid, yet they gave the impression of having been there for millions of years.

The colossal City of Death stood grand and imposing, like the ultimate destination of the underworld, where the fates of all living beings in the human realm could be decreed.

Outside the city, it was bloody and densely packed, with a gloomy and desolate atmosphere and countless corpses. Simultaneously, terrifying auras emanated from them; some had blood energy soaring to the sky, tearing through the firmament, others radiated chaotic energy, and some were enveloped in black mist.

It was indeed different from what he had seen before; this area seemed even more terrifying.

Chu Feng tried throwing a weapon, a Sub-Saint level one, but after the flying dagger was flung into the mass of corpses, it shattered with a *crack*.

Undoubtedly, some of the millions of corpses here still exuded terrifying fist intent and radiated runes of order, making the sight truly horrifying.

However, there were also relatively peaceful and safe areas that seemed passable.

At this moment, an artifact on Chu Feng's person was different from before: the stone box appeared slightly translucent, with a portion of one side emitting a faint light, and mountain and river landscapes vaguely visible.

It was clearer than last time. The fist-sized stone box displayed a blurred image, revealing some ultimate terrains described in the domain field books!

Chu Feng, who had just felt a sense of oppression and thought he might be in danger if he continued, now breathed a sigh of relief as the pressure vanished.

At the same time, he once again realized the extraordinary nature of the stone box on his person. This was Purgatory, connected to the end of the reincarnation path, yet it only caused a corner of one side of the stone box to glow. What was its origin?

"Whoosh!"

Without any delay, Chu Feng leaped horizontally, choosing a safe path through the endless sea of corpses, and rushed towards the City of Light and Death.

Along the way, he could barely conceal his astonishment. What did he see? A white tiger enveloped in towering blood mist, a dragon surging with purple aura, a phoenix reflecting five-colored divine light, and a golden-winged roc whose golden light pierced the sky... These species were rarely seen in the netherworld universe, almost extinct.

Yet here, he saw several of them along his path.

Suddenly, Chu Feng's heart sank. He felt an unbearable pressure, and a spatial bracelet on his wrist snapped, then shattered into pieces. Fortunately, he reacted quickly, releasing Qin Luoyin and the Soul Bell in advance.

What was happening?

Qin Luoyin's corpse was losing control, seemingly drawn towards the City of Light and Death.

A shadow crossed his heart. He held her body, then cautiously advanced, pushing against a strange, inexplicable force until he reached the City of Light and Death, where he shot forward with a *whoosh*.

Overlooking the entire city from this vantage point, he was still shocked. The city was filled with corpses; some looked as if they had just died, still radiating warmth, while others had been cold for countless years, almost completely filling the city, piled up from the bottom to the top of the walls.

These massive quantities of remains seemed like the end of hell, the site of ultimate judgment, a resting place on the path of reincarnation.

Once here, Chu Feng could barely suppress it any longer. Qin Luoyin was being pulled by an unknown force, attempting to fly into the city.

How could he let go? His heart pounded with urgency!

Did this stone box only protect him, or did it only protect living beings?

Upon reaching the City of Death, Qin Luoyin's body, along with her soul light, seemed to respond to a summons, intending to enter the City of Death and embark on the path of reincarnation.

"Stop!"

Chu Feng growled lowly. He would never let go. Once Qin Luoyin entered the city, her fate would be clear: all traces of her current life would be erased, and her rebirth would be a completely new beginning, transforming her into another person entirely.

Although he possessed a black talisman from the young Taoist priest, even if he gave it to Qin Luoyin, it wouldn't be a resurrection in this life. After reincarnation, he wouldn't know which universe she would appear in, or when they might meet again.

As long as there was another option, Chu Feng would never let her embark on such a solitary journey.

Inside the city, a massive, rough, stone millstone, dozens of miles in diameter, occupied a third of the entire city. It rumbled as it turned, and countless corpses could be seen flying up from within the city, falling onto the millstone. The subsequent scene was too bloody to describe.

Dragon-sparrows, Tao-tie, golden-light houns, Reflection-Realm white jade elephants... and even a white qilin, all fell into it, crushed into a bloody pulp—a truly tragic sight. This was the erasure of a lifetime's imprints. Blood splattered everywhere, and empty soul light, like phantoms, drifted out from beneath the rough stone millstone, stepping onto the path of reincarnation.

"There's no way to bring Luoyin to the end of the reincarnation path to see that mud idol," Chu Feng frowned, feeling he was about to give up. Qin Luoyin had nearly slipped from his grasp multiple times, attempting to fly into the City of Death.

His face clouded with worry. He leaped down from the City of Light and Death's walls, quickly retreated out of the area, and only then managed to re-contain Qin Luoyin's body.

What now? Much of the fervor in his heart was extinguished; this path was blocked, seemingly unable to save Qin Luoyin.

"Should I settle her somewhere safe and go to the end of the reincarnation path alone?" Chu Feng mused. He didn't know if he would be instantly killed after truly awakening the mud idol, but that wasn't his current concern. Instead, he felt a profound sorrow, a sense of helplessness, with no better way to revive Qin Luoyin at the moment.

"Hmm?!" He suddenly looked up, sensing a creature approaching.

A living being in this desolate place?

With his Fiery Golden Eyes, he could see exceptionally far. From his vantage point on a peak, the scene a thousand miles away came into view.

He saw a dog, over two meters long, as black as ink, at the far end of the land.

What astonished him most was that this dog was sitting on a silver war chariot, half-reclining in a human-like manner, with its black dog legs crossed. The chariot was being pulled by four people!

Four more people followed around the silver war chariot, clearly attendants, approaching the City of Light and Death.

"Hurry up, you servants are too slow! What good are you?!" the celestial dog barked, highly displeased with the eight Saints it had subdued from the chaotic universe.

Two Sub-Saints and two Saints pulling a chariot for a dog—their indignation was understandable. Now, being reprimanded like this, their hearts seethed with unspoken fury.

"Hm, amidst the endless death energy and putrid stench, I've long detected the scent of that 'ground rat,' and it's surprisingly fresh. Quite rare."

The little celestial dog's eyes were half-closed, but with a sudden intuition, it instantly opened its dark eyes, which shot out two terrifying black lightning bolts, directly illuminating an area a thousand miles away!

In the void, sparks flew as its gaze collided with Chu Feng's golden eye beams, creating inexplicable ripples and stirring up runes.

"Found you, rat! Let's see how you hide now. I don't mind taking another servant, and that'll be you!" the little celestial dog sneered.