A strange force of logic permeated this mountain of blades. To pass through it, one had to endure the mountain's wounds.
Yet these wounds would not kill you; they would only subject you to unceasing pain!
Only by advancing through pain could one climb this mountain of blades.
However, with the Heaven-Shrouding Divine Robe, no power of insufficient level could observe him, and this force of logic therefore could not touch or observe him either.
Li Qing passed through the mountain of blades with ease.
None of the eighteen levels of hell could affect him in the slightest.
Along the way, he also witnessed the wonders of the eighteen levels of hell.
In the hell of rolling stones, enormous boulders rolled endlessly everywhere.
Every vicious ghost here was repeatedly crushed into pulp beneath the stones, only to swiftly recover again.
There was also a blazing hell, where countless vicious ghosts suffered the scorching burn on that level.
They let out anguished wails as the flames relentlessly stabbed at them.
There was also an ice hell, where endless frost left every vicious ghost within shivering from head to toe.
The cold pierced straight into their souls, never ceasing for even a moment.
Endless suffering accompanied them, tormenting them and continuously giving rise to sorrowful and agonized emotions.
These emotion-filled forces gathered above the entire mountain peak, forming an endless sea of dark clouds.
Vaguely, these dark clouds seemed connected to the palace in the sky!
A huge vortex appeared to be drawing out the power within the dark clouds and pouring it into the palace.
Before long, he reached the summit of the mountain!
A massive palace came into view!
Yama Son of Heaven Hall.
A huge plaque hung silently above the main gates. It was a sprawling palace complex, quietly