"You're going a little too far. Arrogant and contemptuous, treating Hell like a ruined wasteland—but its foundations run deeper than those of your living world." Amid the Hell Army, the young man spoke.
Among the colossal beasts and fierce birds that blanketed the sky, he stood suspended in the air. His snow-white battle robes were spotless, and he looked more like a Daoist True Immortal than a living person did.
Wang Xuan spoke. "The way you treat others is the attitude you'll receive in return. Besides, you cannot represent Hell. You are merely awakened beings from one imperial city. The true Hell has existed since ancient times only to temper supernatural beings. Has it now become private territory?"
Facing the allied armies of several giant cities, he walked forward across the earth. Looking at the endless knights, the icy spears, heavenly halberds, and more, he regarded them as an endless field of wheat. Calm and composed, he said, "Everything I say and do accords with Hell's original purpose. But you—I want to ask: you have all already died. So where exactly do you come from now? Who are you?!"
At the end, Wang Xuan's voice rang through Hell like thunder, the rolling sound surging beneath the entire sky.
Era after era passed, and Hell moved along with the Supernatural Center. It could even be said that it was part of the Supernatural Source itself. It had never decayed.
Yet before every transfer of the Supernatural Center, all living creatures wishing to remain in hell would be purged and destroyed, leaving only the dead behind.
But now, no one knew since what age some monsters had "mutated," and some wanderers had "awakened," becoming even more alive than living people.
Even in the important regions within the Depths of Hell, "Holy Emperors,"