Douluo: I, a Prehistoric Dao Venerable, Was Livestreamed by the Sky Screen

Watching the ghosts roll and wail in the oil cauldron,

Emperor Xue Beng finally broke down completely.

His face turned deathly pale, and his whole body went limp on the dragon throne.

He suddenly remembered those girls who had been secretly carried out through the back gate of the royal residence, never to breathe again.

Those were the sins he had committed

when Qian Renxue had suppressed him,

driven by the resentment and twisted fury in his heart!

Now, all those memories came back to life.

They were like vengeful ghosts demanding his life, clutching his throat tightly and leaving him unable to breathe!

The civil and military ministers in the hall also felt their legs go weak.

These beasts in official robes—

whose hands were not stained with blood?

Would they too be thrown into the oil cauldron after death?

"No, that is the Prehistoric World, another world! It has nothing to do with us!"

"We will never go to Hell!!"

No one knew which official screamed hoarsely, but a wave of panicked agreement immediately followed.

Their self-deceiving voices echoed through the hall, yet they could not conceal the terror buried deep in their hearts!

On Sea God Island,

Tang San watched with his heart pounding in fear.

It was not just the oil cauldron that frightened him,

but also terms like "Ghost Gate," "Yama," and "Hell."

Was this not the Underworld from the legends of his previous life?

The Tang Sect even had a Hidden Weapon called Yama's Invitation!

"Why would Ghost Douluo appear in the Netherworld Court? Could the Netherworld Court also be in the Prehistoric World?"

"Demons, ghosts, gods, and humans living together... could the Prehistoric World be a world of Daoist mythology?"

"But that isn't right!"

The more he thought about it, the more confused he became.

"The Heavenly Emperor... shouldn't that be the Jade Emperor who lives in Miluo Heavenly Palace?"

"Why was it a woman?"

Countless people were terrified out of their wits by the sight of Hell.

Yet no one had expected

that this fright would instead bring Spirit Hall an enormous advantage!

Everyone feared being thrown into the oil cauldron. In the blink of an eye, the number of people worshipping the Angel God and praying to ascend to Heaven after death multiplied several times over...

Beside Oil Cauldron Hell,

Ghost Douluo trembled as he tried to sneak away, only to suddenly hear a familiar scream:

"Lao Gui, save me! Save me~~"

"It hurts so much~!"

"It hurts like hell!!"

Ghost Douluo looked into the oil cauldron in the direction of the voice.

The next second,

he felt as if his eyes were about to pop out of their sockets!

Who else could the person in the oil cauldron, fried golden on both sides and screaming wildly, be but Chrysanthemum Douluo?

"Old Chrysanthemum!!"

"Wait for me, I'm coming to save you!"

Seeing his good brother suffering in the oil cauldron, Ghost Douluo acted on impulse and forgot everything else.

He grabbed a long pole from nearby and rushed over.

After much struggling,

he finally fished Chrysanthemum Douluo out of the oil cauldron!

"Old Chrysanthemum, a-are you all right?"

"Lao Gui, it's so good to see you! You have no idea how hard I've had it..."

Chrysanthemum Douluo lay weightlessly over Ghost Douluo's shoulder and cried his grievances.

When his tears fell to the ground, they actually turned into wisps of black mist...

Ghost Douluo felt his scalp tingle.

He had no idea what Chrysanthemum Douluo even counted as now...

"Where did this little ghost come from, daring to obstruct an execution..."

A dark-faced burly man wearing robes marked "Sizing" abruptly interrupted their tearful exchange!

"Sir, I..."

Ghost Douluo puffed out his chest,

revealing the words "Ghost Messenger" on it, thinking the man would show mercy for the sake of a fellow official.

"Oh~, so you're a Ghost Messenger!"

Unexpectedly, when the dark-faced man saw it, his expression grew even darker.

"Hmph!"

"Knowing the law and breaking it anyway—your crime is even greater!"

Ghost Douluo's expression changed instantly. Why was this not going according to reason?

Just as he was about to beg for mercy,

the dark-faced man waved his hand.

"Guards, take them to Judge Hall and let the Yama King pass judgment!"

"Please spare my life, sir!"

"Sir, this was all my fault. Please don't implicate Lao Gui!"

Several fierce-looking Ghost Messengers seized them without another word and escorted them back.

In the blink of an eye, Ghost Douluo returned to Yama Hall.

Unlike before,

the King Yama who had been seated there earlier was now sitting in a side seat below.

In the seat of honor sat a man in a dark crimson robe, his black hair hanging loose.

His features were somewhat delicate, but the most terrifying thing was his eyes.

One black and one white.

His double pupils overlapped in phantom layers, strange and demonic beyond measure!

The delicate-looking man raised his eyes and casually swept his gaze over the two of them.

Just that one glance.

Time seemed to suddenly stop!

Ghost Douluo and Chrysanthemum Douluo instantly froze, unable to turn even a single thought!

It was not just those inside the hall.

Everyone in the Douluo World watching before the Sky Screen was also frozen in place, unable to move.

They discovered in horror

that they were like insects trapped in amber, with only their hearts still pounding madly in their chests!

"W-what kind of existence is this..."

Inside Spirit Hall,

Bibi Dong desperately tried to mobilize the power of the Rakshasa God and break through the restraint,

only to discover in terror

that not only had her divine power vanished like a stone sinking into the sea, but she could not even sense the Rakshasa Demon Scythe within her body anymore.