New Chapter: The Dead Remain Emotionally Stable

In Hell, a slightly crimson sun hung high overhead. The mountains and rivers were beautiful, sweeping away the bloodiness and grim chill of the night, brimming with life.

Across the horizon, groves of golden maples blazed brilliantly beneath the sun. Snow orchid trees on the high mountains rustled as white petals drifted down onto the plains.

The flowing-cloud trees were a striking blaze of red, yet few wished to look at them for long. Hell bled every night, and the sight of scarlet forests brought death to mind.

The divine city rarely had "visitors" in ordinary times, but now its silence had been shattered. Many people arrived, crossing the golden maples, bathing in snow orchids, and appearing outside the majestic giant city.

"Such a grand city, yet it is so quiet inside. There do not seem to be many Wanderers or native Hell monsters," Zi Lin of Guixu Dojo said.

The monsters of the divine city usually hid in buildings and special spaces. Few roamed the city, and even Wang Xuan had been misled when he first arrived.

Now that this group saw the giant city, their hearts immediately stirred. It was more magnificent than any other giant city, and so tranquil as well. It truly was the foundation for establishing a sect.

If they used it as a stronghold, there was nowhere safer or more suitable.

Supernatural mist curled through the divine city, concealing towering palaces and the like. The central area was especially vague and hazy.

Every dojo had sent core disciples, or people who had cultivated special divine eyes, or brought strange treasures that allowed them to observe the stone pagoda in the city's central region.

"It is him, that's right. He is covered in blood, and even his armor is shattered. He is standing still, looking