Underworld Paradise Opens! Have a Cup of Meng Po's Beauty Soup!

On the opening day of the "Wonderful Journey to the Underworld" Theme Park, the entire sky of the underworld was stirred into a pot of boiling paste.

An unprecedented clamor is surging in from all directions.

That was no longer a lifeless procession of dead souls, but rather projections of players flashing with excited light.

They chattered and jostled, their faces clearly saying one thing: they wanted to play!

At the entrance to the park, the Q-version skull gate, personally approved by the Empress Houtu and designed by the Miss Wa, gaped so wide it almost dislocated its jaw.

The newly appointed "Welcoming Men," Ox-Head and Horse-Face, have long since bid farewell to the black robes that symbolized the authority of the underworld.

The bull-headed man was shirtless, wearing only a pair of beach shorts, with a wreath of Netherworld Flower hanging on his chest, making him look particularly savvy.

Horse-face, wearing a pair of huge Goggle Glasses, was fanning a stack of brochures in his hand, shouting energetically in his unique, hoarse voice.

"Underworld vibes, you won't find anywhere else! It's all about the thrill and excitement!"

"The first 100 guests to enter the park can redeem a free commemorative cup of 'Meng Po's Beauty Soup' with their ticket stub!"

"The newly released chilled watermelon flavor is delicious and won't give you a headache. It's guaranteed to make you remember past loves and only cherish the joy of today!"

This promotional slogan is said to have been crafted by the Old Ancestor Kunpeng who stayed up all night, with every word precisely targeting the curiosity of tourists.

"I want a cup! Fill my bowl with the Meng Po's Soup!"

"Don't push! Which bastard stepped on my foot! Laozi just snatched these limited-edition straw sandals from the 'Shadowy Neon Robes' flagship store!"

Amid the chaos, a small figure, whom no one dared to mess with, walked directly in through the VIP passage, surrounded by a group of tense-looking "bodyguards."

Lin Shen the park's "Chief Experience Officer and Lifetime Honorary Mascot".

Lin Shen also changed his outfit today.

The mini version of the King of Hell robe sewn for him by Empress Nuwa herself has a black background and gold rims, and a large word "cute" embroidered with colorful silk thread on the back. The majesty reveals a cuteness that makes people want to pinch it.

"Wow!"

As soon as Lin Shen entered the garden, he was so astonished by the sight before him that his mouth dropped open.

He saw that the Bridge of Helplessness was no longer the bridge of sorrow that caused so much heartache.

The bridge is wrapped in countless flashing neon lights, and the water churning beneath it is not the murky waters of the River of Oblivion, but the "Rapids Ride" waterway, purified by the magic of the Dragon Clan masters, and is crystal clear.

Countless players were screaming as they were launched off the bridge by giant elastic ropes.

They were suddenly pulled back just before they touched the water, experiencing the ultimate pleasure of being separated from their soul and body.

"Bridge of Helplessness Extreme Bungee" reached its peak upon opening.

"I want to play that! That one!"

Lin Shen excitedly pointed to the Bridge of Helplessness, his short legs already spinning rapidly in place.

"Young Master, that was too exciting. Shall we go check out the 'Three-Life Stone' maze first?"

Zhurong, his face etched with "great pressure," cautiously tried to dissuade him.

He wasn't the project coach today; the Three Pure Sages had forcibly assigned him to be Lin Shen's personal bodyguard, fearing that if this Little Ancestor got hurt, he would be dismantled into parts by the three Sage working together.

"No, no! I want to play!" Lin Shen used his shaking technique.

Zhurong had no choice but to turn to another bodyguard for help— the Empress Houtu.

The Empress Houtu looked at Lin Shen's expectant little face and smiled gently.

She simply pointed her jade-like finger towards the direction of the Bridge of Helplessness.

The next moment, all the players who were queuing and screaming were moved to both sides by a gentle yet irresistible force.

A private passageway paved with Colorful Auspicious Clouds extends directly from Lin Shen's feet to the highest point of the bungee jumping platform.

"Young friend, please."

Lin Shen cheered and, with his short legs, was the first to rush forward.

When his small body was strapped with a specially made "Mini Safety Rope" and he leaped from the high bridge, the noise of the entire park fell silent for a moment.

Everyone looked up, watching that tiny black dot trace a joyful arc in the air.

Wow--This is so much fun--!

Lin Shen's laughter, amplified by the Sound Amplification Array, clearly resonated throughout every corner of the park.

This is the best advertisement.

After the bungee jump, Lin Shen was still feeling exhilarated and turned his attention to the core area of the park, the "Eighteen Levels of Hell Immersive Experience Zone".

His eyes lit up instantly when he saw the huge sign at the entrance of the "Cauldron of Oil Hot Spring" project.

On the signboard, the chubby face of the Qiankun Food Sage smiles like a blooming sunflower, with a line of highly tempting advertising slogans written next to it.

[The Secret Recipe of the Qiankun Ancestor! The All-Purpose Great Tonic Pot! Choose from three broth options: Spicy, Mushroom, and Tomato! One soak, and you'll feel ten years younger! Two soaks, and you'll feel like a god!]

"I want that! Spicy!"

Lin Shen's mouth was practically watering.

Upon hearing the word "spicy," Zhurong Rong's fire god spirit ignited, and he immediately felt energized, as if this project was tailor-made for him.

So, amidst the envious gazes of the other players, Lin Shen and Zhurong, one big and one small, were respectfully invited into the top-tier VIP box.

Inside the private room, the legendary "oil pot" was bubbling and steaming.

What's bubbling isn't boiling oil, but a rich, bright red broth with an overpowering aroma.

The soup also contained unidentifiable Innate Spiritual Root such as Dragon Beard Grass and Phoenix Blood Fruit, emitting a refreshing medicinal fragrance.

Lin Shen changed into his specially made swimming trunks and was the first to jump in with a "plop".

"Hiss--! That feels so good!"

A wonderful sensation, warm yet slightly tingling, instantly enveloped my entire body. Every pore seemed to breathe joyfully, frantically absorbing the essence of the soup.

Zhurong jumped in as well, his usually arrogant face now showing an expression of utter bliss, humming contentedly.

He even felt that his skin, which had become somewhat dry from years of playing with fire, had become much more moisturized and supple.

Just as the adult and the child were enjoying the "Spicy Hot Pot Bath," a commotion arose outside the private room, growing louder as it approached.

"Why can't we come in! We've already bought tickets, do Laozi I'm stupid?"

"Exactly! So what if you're a VIP? Believe me or not, I'll go on 'Primordial Reviews' and give you guys a bunch of bad reviews!"

A grumpy, monkey-faced Ghost Commander, accompanied by several menacing companions, was making a scene at the entrance of the private room.

They were seasoned veterans of the underworld, used to acting arrogantly and domineeringly. Today, they had finally managed to snag tickets, only to be told that the most popular VIP box was already taken, which enraged them.

The two players who had just "graduated" from the Witch Tribe Gym were responsible for guarding the private room. They were all very muscular, but they were still a little weak in the knees when faced with the Ghost Commander's imposing presence.

"Gentlemen... there are indeed distinguished guests inside. Why don't you all go to the 'Sword Tree Jungle' next door and experience what it's like to be a sword immortal?"

"Get lost, my foot!"

Ghost Commander shoved the player aside and raised his foot to kick the door.

His foot was about to touch the door.

In that very instant.

"Boom--!"

The door to the private room blew open from the inside.

A gust of hot wind, carrying endless waves of fire and an irresistible aroma of meat, surged out!

Zhurong was shirtless, his bronze skin glowing red from the soaking. Water droplets slid down his well-defined muscles.

He put one hand on his hip, and with the other he was holding the still-dripping Lin Shen, staring at the few clueless guys at the door with a hostile look.

Who is it?

"In the middle of the night, can't a god even take a proper bath?"

The moment the Ghost Commander saw Zhurong, his legs trembled, and his soul began to flicker erratically, almost collapsing on the spot.

Upon closer inspection, he saw that Zhurong was carrying... a Q-version King Yama who was curiously gnawing on a piece of Ten-Thousand-Year He Shou Wu) that he had fished out of the soup.

"Thump!"

Ghost Commander rolled his eyes and, quite decisively, fainted from fright.

This scene was faithfully recorded by the ubiquitous "Sky Eye" cameras throughout the park.

The next second, the image was projected in real time onto the largest light screen in the central square of the park.

All the tourists could see it clearly.

On the screen, a slogan full of dark humor slowly floated by.

[Ding! 'Underworld Tourism Group' official friendly reminder: Bathing is great, but don't overindulge! And please don't disturb VIPs while they're bathing, otherwise, the consequences will be very serious!]

The entire park fell into a deathly silence for a second.

Immediately, a deafening burst of laughter erupted.