The torture in the deep-sea prison cells continues, but the outside sky begins to have a once-in-a-millennium vision.

At this time, there were still five days before the Netherworld Gate officially opened, and a dark gray aura vortex slowly took shape in the sky above the middle of the Sunset Star.

As soon as this vortex appeared, it was extremely large, almost obscuring half of the sky of the setting star.

Under the traction of the whirlpool, the blood-red silk threads that were originally scattered and diffuse began to slowly gather towards the center of the whirlpool in the irregular wriggling.

The monks of the sunset star were all uncontrollable by the appearance of the whirlpool, and their excitement was overflowing.

As the blood-red threads gathered, the originally gray vortex air flow was coated with a layer of light red color, from light to dark.

According to past experience, the center of the vortex is where the gate of the Netherworld opens, and this year, the center of the vortex happens to be over the Sunset Country of Sunset Star, and the Sunset Country is also the main hall of the headquarters of the Xiuzhen Alliance, which is mostly a coincidence.

In the main hall of the Sunset Star Alliance Headquarters, Mu Tiezhen let out a big laugh, "God help me!hahaha!" His voice resounded unabashedly throughout the Alliance Headquarters.

Mu Qingying also looked at the air vortex in the sky, and the jade hand in the sleeve robe was clenched, and it could be seen that her mood at this moment must be as difficult to calm as the air vortex in the sky.

Compared to the poor Sunset Star, the great opportunity in the Netherworld has naturally become the dream of all the monks of the Sunset Star, regardless of their cultivation level or status, they all hope to be able to get a chance to enter and explore in their lifetime.

In the south of the Sunset Star, the same was true of the Cloud Mist Sect, and the entire sect was filled with an aura of tension and excitement, and even the Dharma Protector Elder who had been in retreat for many years couldn't help but interrupt his cultivation and walk out of the retreat place, paying attention to this once-in-a-lifetime moment.

Han Bing sat silently in front of his hut alone, looking up at the sky. Just now, he had already received a message from Sect Master Xia Wanqi, and before midnight in the afternoon four days later, all the disciples of the entire sect would rush to Cloud Mist Square to assemble.

On the third day, the air vortex in the sky became more condensed and darker, like a solid vortex on the vast sea. At the center of the whirlpool, it was as if some kind of change was being made, and what it was was was difficult for the monks of Sunset Star to detect.

On the fourth day, at noon, Han Bing went out and went straight to the long-lost Cui Pavilion, and retrieved his acceptance ring from Xia Wanqi, but he did not wear it on his hand, but wrapped it heavily in cloth and stuffed it into his close-fitting robe. Then, he came to Cloud Square early and found a very remote corner to sit down. At this moment, he realized that there were people who were more anxious than him, and there were already a lot of disciples gathered in the square. Everyone talked happily in groups.

Han Bing didn't have acquaintances or the desire to come forward to talk, so after sitting down, he closed his eyes and pondered. In about 9 hours, you will witness the birth of chance, and it is a lie to say that you are not nervous.

Time passed minute by minute, for the monk, even if it was ten years and a hundred years, it was only a flick of the fingers, but these few hours, in the eyes of the Sunset Star monk, were so long.

When night had just fallen, thousands of people from all over the Cloud Mist Sect had already gathered in the square, and Sect Master Xia Wanqi, accompanied by all the Dharma Protectors, flew and landed lightly on the high platform of the square.

"Welcome Sect Master!" the disciples shouted in unison. Han Bing also clenched his fists, he stood on the periphery of the team, looking at Xia Wanqi on the high platform.

Xia Wanqi was full of spring, she looked quite relaxed, she changed into a set of elegant skirts, and under the reflection of the sunset, she looked particularly beautiful and moving. In the crowd, many eyes were attracted by her.

Xia Wanqi's gaze swept across the audience, and she only stopped for a moment in the corner where Han Bing was, and did not deliberately.

"Let's wait for the good day, the opportunity can be met but not sought, sometimes there must be in life, and there is no time in life to ask for it. According to the speculation results of this sect and the Dharma Protector Elders, the number of people who can be fated to enter the Netherworld Gate this year may reach as many as 50,000, but this number is evenly distributed among the entire Sunset Star Cultivator group, and it is only one out of ten thousand, so I, a disciple of the Cloud Mist Sect, if I have a fate, it is good, if I have no fate, I don't have to care too much. Xia Wanqi's voice clearly spread to every corner of the square, entering the ears of every disciple, and as her words fell, sure enough, the emotions of the disciples on the field immediately calmed down.

Take one out of 10,000, and the total number of people in the entire Cloud Mist Sect is only three thousand, according to this ratio, the three Cloud Mist Sects add up, and there can be one lucky person. Thinking of this, everyone suddenly sobered up.

Han Bing is no exception, at this time, there is an inexplicable sense of loss in his heart, his situation is different from others, if he can't take this opportunity to go to a new world, it will be difficult for him to survive, although the sunset star is big, but there is little place for him. Retrieving the vows from Xia Wanqi is to prepare for a long-term retreat and practice in the Netherworld, which is vast and sparsely populated, and the terrain is complicated, and everything is unknown to foreign monks.

Above the sky, the scene in the center of the whirlpool has undergone earth-shaking changes compared to the previous few days, a huge blood-red gate with a radius of 100 zhang illuminates the night sky, and suddenly there is a loud bang, and the gate slowly opens a crack, with the appearance of this gap, countless red mist immediately erupts from the door with a surging momentum, and quickly spreads.

The red mist was followed by an endless rumbling sound, which went from small to loud, and then continued, until finally, it resounded in the sky, and the entire sunset star was drowned out by this huge roar.

This is the Netherworld's Gate!

The Netherworld Gate is like a god, reflecting the hunger and thirst in the eyes of the mortal monks of the Netherworld.

Hundreds of millions of pairs of eyes stared intently at this door, countless low-level monks, for them, this kind of pomp and circumstance could only be seen once in a lifetime. They don't live long enough to sustain the next Netherworld Gate unfolding.

For them, even if they are not qualified to enter it, as long as they are lucky enough to witness this grand occasion, this life is enough.

Everyone in the Cloud Mist Square was also attracted by the giant gate, and no one noticed that at this moment, Han Bing in the corner showed an extremely painful look on his face.

Han Bing had no intention of paying attention to the huge blood-red gate, because the moment the giant door opened the crack, he clearly felt a strong cunning pain in his body, this pain was from his soul, and at the same time, a vague sense made him feel that the source of this pain seemed to be related to the ice soul clone that was suppressed in the ancient formation of the Puhua Mountain Range.

Why did this happen? Han Bing's face turned pale, his facial muscles were distorted because of the pain, could it be that the Netherworld had something to do with that formation in the Puhua Mountain Range?

The roar coming from inside the giant gate made Han Bing feel even more painful, and he had to tremble and sit down on a stone pillar.