Shen Bing watched the ground draw closer and closer. The scene he had imagined, where he entered Hell, never happened, leaving him utterly distraught.
Damn, that old Taiyi screwed me over!
He had no desire to plunge headfirst into the ground. Leaving aside whether it would kill him, he would at least lose all dignity in front of these old Gods. How was he supposed to keep posing as a reclusive master after that?
Just as Shen Bing was about to use another Teleportation Talisman to rescue himself from this embarrassing situation, an invisible force suddenly caught him. It gradually slowed his descent, then set him firmly on the ground.
Some God had definitely intervened. That was slightly better than crashing straight into the ground, but it was still embarrassing.
Since it was embarrassing, he needed to change the subject to defuse it.
"Celestial Venerable, didn't you say I could reach Hell simply by passing through the Gate to Hell? Why did I fail just now?" Shen Bing looked distinctly displeased.
Celestial Venerable Taiyi smiled serenely. "Be patient, Immortal Friend. You went in the wrong direction just now. You can only pass through the Gate to Hell from below."
Hearing this, Shen Bing felt as though ten thousand Divine Beasts had stampeded through his mind. Damn! Even the Gate to Hell requires motion in a specific direction?
But looking at Celestial Venerable Taiyi's earnest face, Shen Bing could only choose to believe him.
This reality left Shen Bing deeply frustrated, though. He was back to his original problem: how was he supposed to get up there?
Looks like I'll have to learn a flying Immortal Art sometime, or this kind of embarrassment is definitely going to happen again, Shen Bing silently decided.
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