Killing Dao Fruit
Chapter 566 - 528

Chapter 566: 528

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Meanwhile,

In that surprisingly peaceful town,

The crowd, caught off guard and having experienced a drastic change, stood together at a street corner with a sign for "Duke Wu Temple."

They stared in dumbfounded silence for a while before gradually regaining their senses.

"Thirty-three days?

This place is the fourth heaven above the Heavenly Gate, ’Mystical Womb Nurturing Heaven’, and we... ascended directly from the nineteenth level of Hell?!"

One person chewed on the information that had just spontaneously appeared in their mind, muttering incessantly, their eyes growing brighter.

This Heavenly Realm, connected to the collective dream of humanity through the dream conjured by the Hundred-Eyed Spirit Official,

Occasionally, people in the Mortal World would have their divine souls leave their bodies in dreams, being randomly guided by the power of the Hundred-Eyed Spirit Official into a dream within Yellow Millet Village.

Most of those who came here were devout believers of the Hundred-Eyed Spirit Official, while a few were outsiders whose nature was similar.

And in the promotions by the Heavenly Eye Dao,

"Yellow Millet Village" was touted like Peach God Tao’s "Yaochi Fairyland" and No-Life Dao’s "Dragon Flower Dharma Meeting"—

Paradises only accessible to those who had made outstanding contributions to their sect.

To end up here unintentionally was to be favored by the gods,

To live forever in this infinitely beautiful realm alongside Him.

"I remember a temple official at a ’Heavenly Eye Dao’ Duke Wu Temple once told me:

This Outer Heaven Fairyland has none of the mortal sufferings, no suppression by officials, and no birth, aging, sickness, or death; one could even achieve whatever one desires.

It’s incomparable even to being reborn in the Heavenly People Path!"

"So, are we truly escaped from the nineteenth level of Hell? Am I alive again?

The Venerable God is truly merciful! Hahaha..."

After a flurry of discussion, thinking they had understood the cause and effect, the crowd’s faces beamed with joy.

Then, almost instantly, they all gritted their teeth:

"Then King Yama, who established the nineteenth level of Hell and harmed countless good ghosts, is the real scourge of heaven and earth!

How could a mere Immortal Official even compare with the Venerable Heavenly God?

Now that I have escaped from suffering, I swear to become the most loyal Door Dog of the Venerable God.

Eventually, I will lead the Heavenly Soldiers and Generals to stride through the Underworld and sever his head, to end my eternal grinding resentment!"

"..."

Only Senior Brother Song Qian, who had been a cultivator on similar paths in life, watched the scene with indifference, a faint sneer hanging on his lips.

"What a bunch of clueless fools!"

The two were not early converts to the sect of the Heavenly Official; they were followers of a Side Door, archiving autonomy.

They were very aware of what these [Heavenly Officials] and so-called fairylands were really like.

Even though life in the Yin Department Hell was tough, as long as one repaid their debts, the True Spirit would eventually return to the cycle of reincarnation.

If one could transform and accumulate Yin Morality, there might even be a day of achieving true fruition.

But those quirks? The meat that ended up in the mouth of a Heavenly Official, would they ever resist swallowing it?

They had never even heard of it!

Those "lucky ones" guided to the Heavenly Realm were not there because of any devoutness, but merely because they were... especially delicious.

Although they were unclear why they appeared here, now that they had become ghosts and their cultivation from life had dissipated long ago,

If they did not want to die too quickly, the only thing they could rely on was the rules of this "Puppet Theater."

Moreover,

Just like Wang Yuan had thought, these "companions" were just excellent stones for sounding out the path.

Soon, there was no need for them to deliberately lead; naturally, some brainless fools would take the initiative.

"Damn it, everyone says ascending to heaven is a blessing.

To let me watch some puppet show? Where is there even a theater here?

Besides, how can puppets be more interesting than live actors?

Who says you can get whatever you desire? I want to hold a fresh and lovely girl, busy with affairs while she sings in a delicate voice about the ’Eighteen Touches’!"

A burly, dark-skinned man with an aura of malevolence about him as a ghost began to grumble discontentedly.

Li Tieniu, one of the thirty-six named commanders of the Wave Flipping Army that spanned eight hundred miles of water.

With a bear-like physique and skin as tough as cowhide, he was skilled with twin ornamented axes, a cruel man with a dark heart and countless murders, much like a rabid dog.

After being beheaded collectively by the King Jing Army, he was identified by the Black Law Judge who oversaw the execution as an innately evil being already corrupted.

He was carelessly thrown by Wang Yuan into the mill for reformation.

These individuals were all deeply evil spirits from Wang Yuan’s Ghost Prison, but while some committed evil intellectually, others did so through brute strength.

Clearly, Li Tieniu was the latter.

"Vulgar!"

A young man dressed lavishly, plump and fair, standing beside him, had no regard for such a clod like Li Tieniu and subconsciously scoffed.

This was none other than Wu Wentai, the first innately evil person sent to the Sewing Machine Hell after Gao Jisheng took control of the [Six Golden Wheels].

He caused his mother’s death at five, killed his wet nurse at ten, took control of his widowed sister-in-law at fifteen, and stopped the medical meals for his bedridden father at eighteen, starving him to death.

Ultimately, not only did he inherit the title, but he also took all his father’s mistresses under his own roof, making them his ’brothers.’

Thanks to the tailor-made reincarnation from the Underground Master, he was almost reborn into a rich family, corrupting the morals of the household.

Both were undoubtedly the scum of the earth, horrid from head to toe.

Although both were equally wicked, Wu Wentai, who had escaped ascension, seemed to have forgotten that in life, his power lay in money and influence, not in his own courage.

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