Chapter 1634: Soul Body Transforms into Primordial Spirit

The two exchanged a glance and burst into laughter, revealing two rows of bright, snow-white teeth.

As they laughed, the pair stood up, brushed off their clothes, and began wandering around Hell as if searching for something.

What were they looking for? Naturally, it was the key points of the Hell array.

Once they found the key points, they could locate the array itself, and from there, track down the soul force that sustained it.

Imagine the sheer scale of soul force required to uphold the eighteen layers of Hell – it must be unimaginably vast.

Swallowing that soul force would be a heaven-defying opportunity.

Compared to it, the soul force of those evil ghosts was mere trash.

The eighteenth layer of Hell spanned ninety thousand *li* in every direction, far larger than an ordinary realm. The two roamed for several months without spotting any key points.

"Could the key points be underground?" Zhao Yun mused.

"If it's not above, it must be below," Ye Chen said, forming seals and activating his *Tu Dun* technique, intending to dive down for a look.

However, he didn't actually descend; he remained stuck in place.

Zhao Yun tried as well, but the result was the same – they couldn't go down.

The ground was incredibly hard, tougher than *Xuan Tie*, and with their current level of cultivation, they were far from able to burrow through it.

Well, that left the two of them frustrated, with an urge to curse.

They knew full well there was an array below and immense soul force waiting, but they just couldn't get down – talk about infuriating.

Hell was far from peaceful: lightning flashed and thunder roared in the sky, flames erupted from the ground, and rivers of lava snaked everywhere, yet it was chillingly cold.

With their heads hung low, Ye Chen and Zhao Yun returned to their old routine, each grabbing a stick and drawing on the ground.

"How can we get down there?" Zhao Yun asked, stroking his chin. "We can't just grab shovels and dig, right?"

"Come on, lend me some fire," Ye Chen pulled out a tobacco pipe from somewhere and lit a piece of wood by striking it against Zhao Yun's body.

Hey, it caught fire, and this guy started puffing away contentedly, exhaling deep smoke rings like some kind of immortal.

"Fire," Zhao Yun murmured, glancing around – more precisely, at the flames spewing from the ground.

"You think, where are those flames coming from?"

"Nonsense, they're obviously erupting from underground, from the depths."

With that, the two laughed again, slapped their behinds, and stood up, heading together to a spot where flames were shooting out.

Flames erupted all over the eighteenth layer of Hell, but this place had the fiercest bursts, soaring up to a thousand *zhang* high.

"There's a soul force scent." Zhao Yun stepped forward and sniffed the flames rising from below, detecting a trace of soul force.

"Let's go down and check it out – we'll know once we see." Ye Chen leaped forward, jumping straight into the fiery pit and vanishing in an instant.

Zhao Yun followed suit, stepping in with one foot, and together they plunged downward, feet first and heads down, racing straight into the depths.

The flames continued to erupt, and they weren't ordinary ones at that.

Any regular soul body would be incinerated to ash on the spot.

Only these two oddballs dared to dive through the flames.

Hell was dim, and its underground was pitch-black, so dark you couldn't see your hand in front of your face – you wouldn't even know who slapped you.

The two descended for who knows how long, roughly nearing ten thousand *zhang*, yet they still hadn't reached the bottom – it was like an endless abyss.

However, what brightened their eyes was that the deeper they went, the more abundant the soul force became; even a single breath invigorated their spirits.

"Clearly, we've found the right path," Ye Chen grinned.

"There's light." Zhao Yun chuckled and suddenly picked up speed.

Ye Chen did the same, moving as fast as he could. Ahead loomed an opening, with colorful haze flowing out and divine light radiating everywhere.

Once they passed through the opening, they entered an underground world.

Indeed, it was an underground world, much like the one beneath Zheng Yang Zong, with mist drifting about and strands of colorful light dancing in the air.

Who would have thought that the dark underworld, devoid of any light, could have such a bright and dreamy place?

Here, the soul force was like a vast ocean, rolling with waves.

Above the soul force ocean, clouds and mists billowed, with bursts of exotic colors and numerous dazzling visions manifesting, weaving into a beautiful scene.

At the center of the soul force ocean stood a massive array, spanning a hundred thousand *zhang*, slowly rotating even now.

Their guess was correct – the eighteen layers of Hell were indeed supported by an array, maintained by this tremendous soul force.

"A soul force ocean!" Even with their composure, the two couldn't help but stare wide-eyed, both swallowing hard and licking their lips.

The soul force ocean was enormous; standing there, they were like two ants, and a single wave could swallow them whole.

"What are we waiting for?" Ye Chen dove in with a splash.

"I love this stuff." Zhao Yun plunged in with a plop as well.

The two found good spots for themselves, sat cross-legged, opened all their pores, and activated their devouring secret techniques.

The soul force ocean stirred, waves surging, gradually forming vortices around them as the centers, spinning rapidly.

These two were like beasts, devouring voraciously; their bodies were like bottomless pits, taking it all in without fear, sucking it up like their lives depended on it.

Compared to the soul force of those evil ghosts, this was the purest; no need to refine it – it went straight in and integrated.

Their soul force broke through barriers one after another, their soul bodies growing more solid, undergoing transformation after transformation in the soul force ocean.

Subtly, their souls were inching closer to *yuan shen*.

It was a terrifying sight: two massive vortices.

Ye Chen's *Tun Tian Mo Gong* was domineering, highly aggressive and devouringly powerful, pulling in vast amounts of soul force.

Zhao Yun wasn't slacking either, with his own devouring secret technique, similar in effect to Ye Chen's *Tun Tian Mo Gong*.

Behind them, visions manifested one after another – a sign of impending advancement – with their souls and bodies trembling in unison, buzzing loudly.

Sometime later, two crisp cracking sounds rang out simultaneously.

Ye Chen's soul body shattered, and so did Zhao Yun's, evolving into new soul bodies – or more accurately, *yuan shen*.

Their soul bodies had advanced to *yuan shen*, with beams of ten thousand dao lights flashing.

Two thick divine rainbows shot from their *Tian Ling Gai* straight into the sky, piercing from the eighteenth layer of Hell all the way to the first, breaking through the void of the underworld, their light dazzlingly bright.

The entire eighteen layers of Hell rumbled and shook violently.

The ox-headed imps guarding Hell couldn't even stand steady, and the knife mountains, seas of fire, and boiling oil cauldrons were all thrown into chaos.

Then, cracks spread across each layer of Hell, and many evil spirits locked there escaped through the fissures, their faces twisted in malice.

The turmoil in Hell affected a wide area, causing numerous mountains in the underworld to collapse one after another, with even more evil ghosts breaking free to wreak havoc.

"Who dares disturb Hell?" An angry roar thundered like lightning.

It was Yan Luo Ping Deng Wang, the one in charge of Hell, manifesting his towering form that reached the heavens, his expression fierce and majestic.

His sharp eyes pierced straight through the eighteen layers of Hell: those two troublemakers were down there devouring soul force?

"Me?" Seeing the scene, Yan Luo Ping Deng Wang choked up, staggering back and nearly spitting blood.

Impressive! You two are really something! The flames erupting from below were karmic fire; any soul that approached would be incinerated.

But these two not only got close but brazenly dove in through the karmic fire – how did you not get burned to death?

Furious beyond words, Yan Luo Ping Deng Wang extended a massive hand.

Ye Chen and Zhao Yun, still in the eighteenth layer devouring soul force, were instantly seized and lifted into the air.

From a distance, they looked like two grasshoppers, pinched in Yan Luo Ping Deng Wang's hand; with a slight squeeze, they'd be reduced to pulp in an instant.

The underworld's generals, judges, ox-headed and horse-faced guards, and imps all looked up at the two captives.

It was these two who had disrupted Hell and even affected the underworld, letting countless ghosts escape to who-knows-where.

"They've actually formed *yuan shen* – what on earth did they do in Hell?"

"This caused such a huge commotion, even alarming Yan Luo."

"The one on the left – isn't he the guy who messed with the cycle of reincarnation not long ago? Didn't expect him to be thrown into the eighteenth layer and still cause trouble."

"This is bad; Yan Luo is definitely going to crush them."

"Misunderstanding! It's all a misunderstanding!" Ye Chen shouted frantically, flailing his arms; he was in the middle of a great feast when he got grabbed.

"Coincidence! Pure coincidence!" Zhao Yun yelled, waving his arms in the air, looking hilariously ridiculous.

If they'd known advancing their soul bodies to *yuan shen* would cause such a stir, they would have held back and not devoured so aggressively.

Now, they'd really pissed off Yan Luo, and the consequences were dire. This massive Yan Luo could crush them with a single squeeze, turning them to ash without even a scream.

"Coincidence? Misunderstanding?" Yan Luo Ping Deng Wang laughed in rage. How dare you two cause chaos in my domain – you've got some nerve!

As he spoke, he started to apply pressure with his fingers, intent on squashing these two pests to vent his anger over the disturbance in Hell.

But just then, a vague and authoritative voice echoed in his ear: "Take them both to Gui Cheng."