Douluo: I, the Prehistoric World's Dao Venerable, Am Being Livestreamed by the Sky Screen

After he experienced everything once, ten thousand years had already passed.

Yet Ghost Douluo still had to endure this inhuman cycle at least ten more times.

"How was it?"

Zhu Jiuyin's voice rang out, devoid of any discernible emotion.

"If you bow your head and admit your mistake now, I can still uphold the original sentence. These ten thousand years of torture can also count toward your punishment!"

Ghost Douluo looked numb as he slowly shook his head.

Ever since childhood, he had been cursed by the Lone Star Fate. His parents had died because of him, and at the orphanage, he had suffered endless bullying due to his ugly appearance.

Only Yue Guan had never despised him.

Time and again, Yue Guan had stood in front of him.

Taking the punches and kicks in his stead!

Later, because of their extraordinary talents, the two of them had been chosen to enter Spirit Hall together.

For more than a hundred years, they had been inseparable.

They were not family, yet they were closer than family!

He absolutely could not lose Yue Guan again!

"Heh, you're quite the man!"

Zhu Jiuyin chuckled and flicked a finger.

Time within the Mountain of Blades Hell

accelerated once more!

Ghost Douluo no longer knew how many times he had fainted from the pain. Every time he woke up, the torture continued.

Yet he truly endured it.

A full hundred thousand years!

When Ghost Douluo appeared in the main hall once again, it felt as though a lifetime had passed.

Yet those in the hall

seemed not to have moved even a sleeve!

Could it... have only been an illusion?

"Old Chrysanthemum! Old Chrysanthemum!"

But when he saw Yue Guan still unconscious on the ground, every doubt was cast to the back of his mind.

"Old Ghost?!"

Chrysanthemum Douluo slowly woke up, his face full of confusion.

"You... you're all right? Weren't you locked in the Mountain of Blades Hell..."

"That's right. I merely used a small method to accelerate the flow of time within it!"

Zhu Jiuyin's voice interrupted him.

His gaze fell on the two of them, and there was a rare trace of appreciation in his tone.

"Though the two of you have committed countless misdeeds, I appreciate loyal men most of all!"

"Very well. The Netherworld Court is short-handed, so I appoint you two as Yin Division Ghost Envoys, 'Black and White Impermanence,' responsible for capturing evil ghosts and guiding departed souls!"

As soon as his words fell,

an unfathomable force instantly enveloped them both.

The auras of Chrysanthemum and Ghost Douluo rose steadily.

A set of Dharma artifacts appeared in each of their hands.

A jet-black Soul Locking Chain and a Great Black Umbrella appeared in Ghost Douluo's palms.

Chrysanthemum Douluo, meanwhile, held a white Mourning Staff and a Bamboo Slip Cylinder filled with red slips.

The robes on their bodies changed accordingly.

They transformed into a black and a white Yin Division Robe.

The characters "Black" and "White" were embroidered respectively on their chests and the tips of their hats.

Before they could recover from their shock,

Zhu Jiuyin raised a hand and beckoned.

A vast amount of flesh and blood surged out from the Mountain of Blades Hell.

It was the flesh Ghost Douluo had been carved away from over the past hundred thousand years.

Zhu Jiuyin then drew out a trace of primordial spirit from Chrysanthemum Douluo's soul and cast it into the mass.

The power of time and the origin of the Earthly Dao intertwined and poured into it.

The mass of flesh rapidly writhed and divided.

In the blink of an eye,

it transformed into over ten thousand figures.

All of them wore black-and-white robes, held chains and staffs, and stood solemnly outside the hall.

Using the flesh, blood, and primordial spirits of the two of them,

he had created an entire contingent of "Black and White Impermanence" out of thin air!

After doing all this,

Zhu Jiuyin seemed to nod in satisfaction before vanishing from the main hall.

He could not calculate the beginning or end of the Tribulation.

But he could copy someone else's homework!

When he had previously peered through the Life and Death Book, he had discovered that two other chosen candidates had been recruited by the Heavenly Court.

There had to be some deeper meaning behind the Heavenly Emperor's actions!

Perhaps the Heavenly Emperor had received guidance from the Dao Venerable.

If Zhu Jiuyin simply copied it, he could not go wrong!

After Zhu Jiuyin left, King Yama finally let out a quiet sigh of relief. He resumed his seat of honor and said solemnly:

"Enough. Your duties and subordinates have both been bestowed upon you. From today onward, the two of you are members of the Netherworld Court."

"Serve diligently, and this hall and the Great Emperor will naturally not treat you poorly."

"Dismissed!"

"This subordinate obeys!"

Chrysanthemum and Ghost Douluo bowed and left Yama Hall. Even after they had walked far away, they still felt as though they were dreaming.

Who could have imagined that after surviving a deadly calamity,

not only would they escape with their lives,

but they would also become the leaders of the Yin Division Ghost Envoys in one leap?

Though their work consisted of the "dirty, exhausting jobs" of catching ghosts and seizing souls, they were still figures of status in the Netherworld Court!

"Old Ghost..."

Chrysanthemum Douluo suddenly wrapped his arms around the man beside him, his voice choked with emotion.

"Thank you... for suffering through a hundred thousand years of pain in my place..."

"Don't worry, Old Ghost. So long as you never leave, I will never abandon you!"

After saying that, Chrysanthemum Douluo clung tightly to Ghost Douluo and began to cry!

"Enough, enough, get off me already! That's disgustingly sappy!"

Ghost Douluo shoved him away.

Yet his face was slightly hot, and he hurriedly changed the subject.

"Now that we've been given this job, we can't disappoint those above us for nurturing us."

"Quick, let's see what our first mission is."

Ghost Douluo held no resentment toward his previous punishment.

It had merely been carried out according to the law.

Besides,

if a hundred thousand years of torture could truly be exchanged for such fortune as this, Hell would likely have long been packed

with souls willingly waiting to be punished!

"All right, all right, whatever you say!"