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As Yu Chen stepped onto the Platform of the Many Emperors, suspended in midair, he felt as though he had entered a living hell.

Before his eyes stood forests of white bones, mountains of skulls, human flesh turned to mud, sinews growing like vines and leaves, with countless departed souls sunk within them.

There were half-human, half-serpent creatures entwining and devouring one another; emaciated figures, like skeletons, shedding tears of blood as they chewed leaves and swallowed mud; empty skins hanging from trees, swelling at times and shriveling at others; severed heads trailing their organs as they danced through the air, howling in misery; and beings stripped of sinew and bone, struggling and twisting like worms amid the trees and flesh-mud...

Endless currents of weakness, confusion, pain, despair, depression, and numbness rolled without cease, becoming streams of mist that coiled through the mountains and forests.

More horrifying still, these were not merely illusions, but things that had truly happened. Indeed, while most of the scenes before him were manifestations of past events shaped by Xiangyou's power, quite a few of the departed souls were real.

Yu Chen drew a breath and looked toward the high platforms around him.

"You're surprised too, aren't you?" Xiangyou slowly walked out from the center of hell. Compared to their last meeting, his human form now possessed a demonic allure. Even though his face was full of mockery as he looked at Yu Chen, it still carried an almost seductive quality.

"Though these methods are rather crude, they should have been quite useful against people like you. Yet those four simply watched—watched as the scene here steadily became more complete—for over a decade."

"Back then, I was clearly carrying out my own authority, letting floods ravage the land. Yet they used the excuse that I