Eighth Hell: Ice Hell, Fourth Garden, Sky Chief Palace.
Jian Shang and his companions had swept forward like a blade splitting bamboo. Apart from the Nether Realm's treacherous terrain, they had encountered almost no serious resistance, reaching its depths without incident and arriving before an exceedingly eerie, majestic, and magnificent palace.
The four great temples beyond the Nether Realm's Eighth Hell: Ice Hell seemed to hover out of nowhere in the endless void. Each resembled a floating island, with winding roads connecting one island to another. The arrangement was so wondrous that Jian Shang and the others did not know whether to marvel at the miracles of creation or the Nether Realm's formidable power.
Before the Sky Chief Palace of the Fourth Garden stood two enormous Divine Dragon statues cast from dark metal. They were roughly a hundred meters long and dozens of meters tall, while their massive wings spanned two or three hundred meters, like divine pinions blotting out the sky. They were imposing beyond measure. Between the two statues lay a flight of steps built from enormous stones, stretching several li. Above the steps stood a hundred and eight pillars, each a hundred zhang tall, as though holding up the heavens.
"Worthy indeed of the Sky Chief name. Even the Underworld King's Temple could hardly surpass a temple like this!"
Standing before the Sky Chief Palace like a tiny, insignificant ant, Dragon Consort Chong Shiqie gazed up at the majestic, magnificent hall and sighed in wonder.
Of course, her sigh expressed not only awe at the Sky Chief Palace's grandeur, but also relief at finally reaching the Nether Realm's last stop.
They called these buildings temples, but apart from the Underworld King's Temple, none of the other halls actually bore the word "god" in their names, chiefly out