Time passed minute by minute, and the time in hell seemed completely different from the outside world.
On the land of Hades, a strange faceless man in a suit stood here.
Directly in front of him was a bottomless abyss.
Layers after layers of hell are constantly emerging in this abyss.
Layer after layer.
Its voice echoed slowly, "I didn't expect it to go so smoothly."
"Is this person really a person blessed by the underworld? He can even withstand the power of hell so quickly."
"It seems that I have to be careful. After he gathers his agency authority, he must immediately activate the destiny curse and grant him destruction."
"Seize its authority over the underworld. At that time, we will be able to truly descend, and the basic laws of the underworld will be used by me."
At this time, some strange phantoms vaguely appeared behind the man in a suit.
This illusion looks very terrifying. In the darkness, countless strange figures and strange phenomena are flickering.
But these fantasies just flashed behind his back and disappeared.
Not to mention this strange existence, Zhuang Wuming below had no idea how much hell and pain he had gone through.
He appeared in a space where there was nothing.
There is no light, no wind, no energy, and no matter. There is only pure silence. Even color does not exist, only gray and white.
Here, Zhuang Wuming couldn't see or feel anything.
The only thing he can feel is the will at the core of his soul.
It is as hard as crystal and does not seem to be affected by any external influences.
His eyes looked towards his soul.
There are still no changes to the 5 basic attributes.
The sublimation of will does not seem to be reflected in this basic data.
At this time, he looked around, and his will had completely turned into a badge.
It is like a core, embedded in the center of the soul and unshakable.
And his thoughts are running in this badge of the devil's will. Even if there is endless silence around him, he can bear it.
"Will is different from consciousness. Will seems to be some kind of spiritual phenomenon extended by consciousness."
"And this phenomenon has now turned into reality, which is sublimation."
"This seems to be an endless hell. To leave a mark here, it seems that we need to start with will."
He stood in this void, slowly meditating, thinking about how to leave a mark.
When thinking about the Demon King's Will Badge, every thought requires countless time.
Unknowingly, Zhuang Wuming's will formed a conflict with the deathly silence that permeated the endless hell.
Thoughts are running within the will, but outside the will, there is no thought.
Will is the dividing line, and at this time, along with Zhuang Wuming's thoughts, a hazy phenomenon occurred on this dividing line.
And this phenomenon is constantly spreading, spreading outside the soul.
This haziness is the product of thought, a product that appears in this endless hell where the ability to think is almost impossible.
At this time, under the protection of the Demon King's Will Badge, it appeared.
It creates an impossible phenomenon in this endless hell.
And as this hazy mist filled Zhuang Wuming's soul, a strange change quickly broke out in this endless hell.
In the endless hell, there is no thought or thought, and everything is dead and silent.
The product of Zhuang Wuming's thinking was like an introduction, causing changes in the entire Hell.
An inexplicable wave gathered above Zhuang Wuming's head and turned into a dark cloud.
The fog generated by thinking quickly spread beyond the soul.
Zhuang Wuming also gradually became aware of the hazy mist surrounding his soul.
He also felt the changes in the Infinite Hell, and there was a mysterious fluctuation permeating the surroundings.
They gathered towards Zhuang Wuming.
Soon Zhuang Wuming was surrounded by this wave of fluctuations.
This wave of fluctuation was vast and endless, and Zhuang Wuming showed a hint of contemplation in his eyes.
He felt that the fluctuations were constantly integrating into the mist around him.
Soon a crystal-like object appeared in front of him.
The appearance of this crystal-like object creates a powerful attraction.
The mist around Zhuang Wuming was being absorbed by this crystal.
As time went by, more and more of the fog generated by Zhuang Wuming's thinking was absorbed.
The crystal in front of him was also growing continuously, and an outline gradually appeared.
This outline is clearly that of Zhuang Wuming himself.
Zhuang Wuming was very surprised when he saw this scene. With the appearance of this mysterious crystal figure, he felt that he had an inexplicable connection with him.
Time passed minute by minute, and he didn't know how long it had passed. The crystal figure had grown to be exactly like him.
At this moment, Zhuang Wuming suddenly felt a huge torrent of information pouring into his soul.
This information is endless and seems to be the information of the entire hell system.
Zhuang Wuming's will was extremely firm and he could withstand the erosion of this countless information.
At this time, the soul in his body lit up countless light spots, which were messages one after another.
This information is the information that constitutes hell.
At this time, Zhuang Wuming had no time to think about other things.
He was completely immersed in absorbing and understanding the information.
Time passed by minute by minute, and an unknown amount of time passed in the blink of an eye.
In Zhuang Wuming's body, 99 visions of hell appeared.
These illusions are neatly arranged into a pyramid structure with an inverted triangular cone.
The bottom level is the structure of the Infinite Hell.
The size of each hell is the same, but the space, time, and pain are completely different.
There is an inexplicable force connecting them.
At this moment, Zhuang Wuming felt that hell was within his control.
But he knew that this was just a fantasy, and all he had was the structure and information of hell.
He can't interfere with any changes in hell.
At this moment, his heart moved, and the next moment he appeared on the surface of Hades.
Although he only mastered the structure of the Underworld, he also gained the power to travel to any place in the Underworld at will.
At the same time, his eyes turned towards himself.
Skill: Illusion of Ninety-Nine Levels of Hell (can pull the soul of any creature into the illusion of hell, endure endless hell torture, and finally destroy their will. Transform 100,000 extra-dimensional energy into a card yes/no)
After Zhuang Wuming saw the power of hell, he nodded slightly.
"The fourth great power belonging to the underworld."
"Then let's start, card transformation."
The illusion of 99 levels of hell in his body slowly flew out of his soul.
An extra-dimensional energy crystal was thrown into this illusion by him.