Douluo Continent: Dragon's Journey Across the World

As the strange king finished speaking, the entire underground palace seemed to tremble. Yang Ping'an seemed to be in a state of weightlessness, and his soul power seemed to have disappeared without a trace. He seemed to have become an ordinary person. Neither his original martial soul nor his golden dragon martial soul seemed to have any connection at this moment.

Yang Ping'an seemed to be falling rapidly, as if he were being pulled by a great force, and he immediately lost consciousness. It was unknown how much time had passed before he gradually woke up.

When Yang Ping'an observed his surroundings again, he seemed to be on a very large altar, which was a hundred meters long and wide, with a huge statue in the middle that looked like a demon.

In particular, the statue has a huge open mouth with a long tongue sticking out, like a staircase, and it's unclear where it leads.

Yang Ping'an carefully observed the area around the altar. There seemed to be no way out; it was as if he were in another dimension.

Just then, the huge statue's eyes turned bloodshot, seemingly emitting endless black energy, surrounding Yang Ping'an completely. At this moment, Yang Ping'an felt his whole body turn ice cold, as if endless energy was flowing into his body. In the end, all the energy gathered at Yang Ping'an's brow, forming a black scythe mark.

A voice appeared in Yang Ping'an's mind: "The inheritor of the Death God must live in the face of death. The first of the nine trials of the Death God is to walk the Netherworld Road. There is no time limit. Failure to pass the trial results in death."

When Yang Ping'an came to his senses again, nothing seemed to have changed around him, except that the demon statue's tongue seemed to be filled with endless black energy, as if it truly led to hell.

Yang Ping'an thought about it carefully for a while, then gritted his teeth and started walking towards the strange staircase.

Before Yang Ping'an even stepped onto the stairs, a black plaque appeared on the stairs with two words written on it: Netherworld.

At this moment, Yang Ping'an roughly understood that the staircase formed by the statue's tongue was probably the so-called Netherworld Road.

But now Yang Ping'an had no way out. He stepped onto the stairs and in that instant, he felt that his whole being had changed drastically. His height of nearly two meters suddenly turned into that of a small child, and the scene in front of him also changed drastically, as if he had returned to the moment when he first opened his eyes after being born.

Ignoring the changes in his own body and the black aura emanating from the Netherworld Road, Yang Ping'an took his first step with all his might.

But at this very step, a very strange scene appeared before them. The surroundings seemed to be filled with laughter and joy. A middle-aged man was holding a child, and on the bed was a very beautiful woman, but at this moment she seemed to be very weak because she was too tired.

The middle-aged man smiled and said, "Wife, this is our son. I named him Ping An (Peace), hoping that he will grow up peacefully and safely, and that he will live a peaceful life."

The beautiful woman stroked the child's face: "Okay, Xiaohui, our child will be named Ping An."

Looking at the scene before him, Yang Ping'an was already in tears, because this was the first day he came into this world, and also the happiest day of his life.

Yang Ping'an seemed very reluctant to leave the scene before him, but he still took the second step with all his might. The scene before him spun around and it seemed to be the next day. At this moment, Yu Xiaohui was holding a newborn baby and seemed to be welcoming various guests, her eyes full of smiles.

After walking a few steps, Yang Ping'an seemed to gradually understand the meaning of the Netherworld Road. It was a way for him to relive his life, to taste the joys and sorrows, the loves and hates of his past. In particular, Yang Ping'an felt that on the Netherworld Road, his senses seemed to be amplified countless times, and he was very easily influenced by the scenes before him.

Unbeknownst to Yang Ping'an, there seemed to be a pair of blood-red eyes staring intently at him from within the space: "Where there is life, there is death. From birth to death, there is the Netherworld. I hope you can face your emotions squarely, transcend them, and not lose yourself, otherwise this Netherworld Road will be a road to the Yellow Springs."

Unseen by Yang Ping'an, the Netherworld Road appeared to be piled high with bones, clearly belonging to those who had once lost their way on this road.

With each step Yang Ping'an took, each step represented a day, as if he were returning to the scene of that day, his emotions amplified countless times, making him incredibly immersed in the experience. And with each step he took, it seemed as if he entered a new day.

As time went by, Yang Ping'an seemed to gradually lose himself and become immersed in these memories. He even forgot why he had ended up on this path and desperately wanted to go back to the past, hoping that he could change the tragedy that had befallen his parents.

It is unknown how much time passed before Yang Ping'an finally reached 750 days, which is when he turned two years old, the same time that all the tragedies began.

Yang Ping'an watched helplessly as his father and mother were chased and killed. He seemed to be filled with resentment, and a murderous aura rose to the sky, as if he wanted to tear the Jade Crown to pieces.

But at that moment, a cool sensation seemed to gradually seep into her heart. It was a tear. Yang Yulan had been running all the way to the young Yang Ping'an, but no matter how dangerous it was, she held him tightly in her arms. A tear flowed from Yang Yulan's eye and landed on Yang Ping'an's small face.

Perhaps it was this mother's love that restored a sliver of clarity to him, and his mind returned to this path of darkness.

Yang Ping'an gritted his teeth, disregarding the scene before him, and took another step. Just as his mother had named him, hoping that he would live a peaceful life, she probably also hoped that he would pass through this Netherworld Road safely.

With just one more step, Yang Ping'an instantly regained his senses. This Netherworld Road was meant to make him relive all the paths of his life, including all his love, all his emotions, and even all his choices. If he got lost in it, he would probably be doomed forever.

In particular, the black aura on the Netherworld Road seemed to gradually merge into his body and soul with each step he took, somewhat like the light of the sea god transforming his body. The only difference was that the light of the sea god focused on transforming the body, while this power of death invaded his soul. If he made the slightest mistake, he would probably be instantly shattered to pieces.

Yang Ping'an observed the Netherworld Road more closely. It seemed to be like a ladder to heaven, and it seemed to be getting narrower and narrower. At first, it was nearly two meters wide, but now it was less than one meter wide. Especially at the very top of the Netherworld Road, it was less than half a foot wide, and the two sides seemed to be like bottomless cliffs.

Finally, Yang Ping'an gritted his teeth, disregarded the scene before him, and took another step forward.

As time passed, Yang Ping'an himself lost track of how much time had gone by. The scene before him flashed by like a fleeting glimpse, and his childhood gradually transformed into that of a young man.

During this period, Yang Ping'an experienced endless pain, including the day his father died, his mother's tearful face, the scene of his mother taking her last breath, the situation of his hard work in the academy, and even the various dangers he faced when hunting soul beasts.

As Yang Ping'an walked further along the Netherworld Road, his entire body seemed to undergo other changes. His skin, which originally had a slight golden hue, seemed to gradually become duller, and the black lines in the middle of his skin seemed to become denser and denser, even forming a large net that covered every inch of his skin and even every cell.

Two moments were particularly perilous: the times when he killed Yu Luomian and Tang Hao. As the scene before his eyes changed, he too was consumed by a furious rage, his eyes turning bloodshot, as if his body was about to lose control and he was about to fall off the Netherworld Road.

When I reached my current age, which was the day I entered the Netherworld Path, my skin seemed to have turned completely dark, and I was exuding a black aura. But it didn't seem to be the end of the Netherworld Path; rather, it seemed to be another kind of beginning.

Although Yang Ping'an himself was a little puzzled, he continued to walk forward.

But after climbing about three hundred more steps, we seemed to enter a very terrifying scene.

Yang Ping'an appeared to be on a battlefield. Three figures, each a hundred feet tall, appeared in the sky. One of them was a giant angel, holding a golden sword. This was Qian Renxue after she became a god. Bibi Dong was also dressed in black, holding a huge Rakshasa Demon Scythe.

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Opposite them stood a massive, blood-red figure, wielding a blood-red longsword, his eyes seemingly filled with hatred—it was none other than the Asura God, Tang San.

Yang Ping'an was startled. Looking around carefully, he realized that this place seemed to be a huge battlefield, probably the legendary Battle of Jialing Pass. Countless people from both sides had fallen in pools of blood, including his master Chrysanthemum Douluo and his uncle Ghost Douluo, as well as countless experts from the Spirit Empire.

Yang Ping'an was just an ordinary member of the Martial Soul Empire at this moment. Although his soul power had reached the peak of level ninety-nine, he seemed so insignificant in the face of the three great gods.

In particular, Tang San, the Asura God, wielding the Asura Demon Sword, killed Bibi Dong and Qian Renxue one after another. Finally, he came to Yang Ping'an and roared: "Yang Ping'an, you killed my father. Whether it is you or anyone related to you, I will tear them to pieces."

Even though Yang Ping'an tried his best, he seemed to have no power to resist under the Asura Demon Sword. He could even vaguely see the corpses of Shui Bing'er and the others, and his eyes seemed to be filled with a sea of ​​blood.

At that moment, Yang Ping'an's body emitted a terrifying killing intent, and a black aura spread throughout the world, making him seem like the Grim Reaper.

When Yang Ping'an regained his senses, he had already arrived at the end of the Netherworld Road. On both sides were sheer cliffs, and if he was not careful, he would fall and probably never be able to come back to life.

Yang Ping'an was very clear that the situation before him was probably his true fear. Only by breaking through his fear, or even overcoming it, could he possibly take this final step.

At this moment, Yang Ping'an seemed to have thought of something, and his heart became extremely calm. He silently recited the Heart Sutra: "Form is emptiness, emptiness is form; emptiness is not different from form, form is not different from emptiness."

All of this is just an illusion. As long as you are strong enough, you can remain unmoved and defeat any enemy, and overcome your inner fears.

As Yang Ping's heart grew calmer, he became like the ocean, unmoved even by towering waves.

With a state of utter tranquility and peace in his heart, Yang Ping'an finally took the last step and stood at the end of the Netherworld Road.

At this moment, the entire Netherworld Road collapsed layer by layer, leaving only Yang Ping'an standing at the highest point.

Just then, a voice echoed in Yang Ping'an's mind: "The first of the Nine Trials of Death has been completed through the Netherworld Road. Reward: 10% Death Affinity."

Immediately afterwards, a tremendous suction force seemed to come from the sky, and by the time Yang Ping'an reacted, he was already back in the Death God's Palace. (End of this chapter)