"Here..."

"Is it the underworld?"

Su Yang stood on the desolate ground and looked at a ruined city in front of him.

The most ridiculous thing is that this ruined city is still in a swamp.

This swamp is like a natural barrier, perfect for hiding the city.

"Hmm..."

"The people of the underworld are accustomed to living a dark life and have no pursuit of material things."

"In other words, the material things we pursue are different from normal people."

Cui Jue nodded lightly and spoke calmly.

Although the city looks broken, you can still see the simplicity and vicissitudes of life from the cracked city gates and city walls.

"Here..."

"It used to be the capital city."

"The largest city in the underworld."

Cui Jue spoke softly and took the initiative to introduce Su Yang.

Su Yang looked at it curiously.

"It's a pity that after the First World War, the underworld collapsed, the Huangquan Road was broken, the bridge collapsed, the Lethe River dried up, and the ten halls were wiped out..."

"The only thing left now..."

"There is only this capital city in front of you."

"Or..."

"This is just a corner of the former capital city, the north gate..."

Cui Jue's tone was a little low, and the color of memory flashed in his eyes, and unconsciously, there was a faint sense of sadness.

Su Yang nodded lightly and didn't speak, but he was still a little amazed.

Although the city in front of him is dilapidated, it looks half the size of the eight main cities.

But it was only less than a quarter of what the capital city once was.

In other words, the real capital city is twice as large as the imperial city.

And there are ten similar cities.

It can be imagined that the underworld was once glorious.

It is no wonder that when they were at their peak, they dared to go to Heaven to ask for souls.

The city gate was not guarded.

Cui Jue just pushed lightly, and opened a gap in the city gate.

Su Yang subconsciously wanted to go in, but was stopped by Cui Jue.

"Although the underworld is dilapidated now, the rites cannot be abolished."

"Whether it is your past life or the present, you are qualified to let the capital city open the door for you."

Obviously, there is only a ruined city, but Cui Jue still stubbornly adheres to the rules of the underworld and strictly enforces them.

It was as if this had been his lifelong belief.

Su Yang was stunned, stopped, looked at Cui Jue very seriously, gradually pushed the city gate to the maximum, and finally stood in the center, solemnly arranged his robes, arched his hands, bowed long, and shouted: "Cui Jue of the underworld, the saint in front of the sky, now the immortal Su Yang, come to the underworld." ”

"Hmm..."

"It always feels a little strange that your life experience is so straightforwardly told by you."

"There's no mystery at all."

Su Yang said, but his body straightened up at this moment, and he raised his hands seriously and returned the salute to Cui Jue.

This salute is not for the underworld, but for Cui Jue.

Seeing Su Yang return the salute, Cui Jue was stunned, and his hands trembled a little.

Since the fall of the underworld...

He's forgotten how long it's been since he's been respected.

They are the scum of the Three Realms, the remnants of the underworld, and the rats that everyone gets and is punished.

There have also been countless people, still guarding the underworld, guarding in the ruins, countless days and nights, asking themselves... Is it all worth it?

And now...

Seem...

Worth.

In the city, in the dark corners, several figures walked out scattered, gathered behind Cui Jue, and saluted at the same time.

This scene is inexplicably a little solemn.

"Please enter the city!"

"Look at my underworld... The capital city! ”

Cui Jue shouted loudly again, his voice trembling a little, but his words were full of pride!

The pride of the people of Difu!

Compared with the night wandering god, maybe this is the real underworld.

This is the people of the underworld.

Back then, they confronted the Three Realms with their bodies, just to abide by the rules of the Heavenly Dao, a group of stubborn people.

Those who remained hidden in the shadows, silently divided into two columns.

Su Yang walked on the road, looking at the broken buildings around him.

The shattered stone wall still has traces of swords, as if reflecting the scene of the past.

Desolation, vicissitudes.

This is the truest reflection of Su Yang's heart to the capital city.

As he continued to move forward, in the darkness, a figure would appear from time to time, watching him secretly.

But most of these people are just Golden Immortal Realm.

It wasn't until Su Yang walked to the center of the capital city that the surrounding buildings became more complete.

The most conspicuous thing is a large hall directly in front of it.

This hall should have been magnificent and atmospheric in the past.

But nowadays...

But so dilapidated.

But he still stood in the center of the city.

"This is the residence of Emperor Xudu, and it is also his current retreat."

Cui Jue stood behind him and spoke softly.

Su Yang nodded: "Why don't you clean up this capital city again?" ”

"The Emperor said..."

"Only in this way can we always remember what happened back then."

"The sword marks, the discarded bricks and tiles, remind us all the time..."

Cui Jue didn't continue.

But Su Yang was silent, and then spoke softly: "I haven't personally experienced what happened to you, so I don't comment on your approach." ”

"Thank you."

Cui Jue originally thought that Su Yang would say something to persuade them, just like other people who had come to the capital city.

But Su Yang's answer surprised him a little, and after a moment of silence, he finally spoke hoarsely.

Perhaps, it is true that people should not be burdened with hatred all the time.

But they...

I can't put it down.

It can even be said that hatred, faith, these two, have become the motivation for them to live.

If one day, when these things cease to exist, they may never find the value of existence again.

"Black Street Suyang, I've seen the Emperor Xudu."

Su Yang looked at the open door and the dark hall, and spoke.

A gentle voice came from inside the door: "Please come in." ”

Su Yang entered the hall.

This time, Cui Jue did not follow up, but turned around, stood straight in front of the door, and even took the initiative to close the door for them.

The moment the door closed, the hall seemed even darker.

However, in the next second, a candle lit up.

Yes, candlelight.

It's not made of some immortal power, it's just the most ordinary candle in the mortal world.

Su Yang subconsciously looked at it.

The candlelight jumped, reflecting a withered face.

"I'm sorry, due to my injury, I can't see the sun, it's a bit rude."

He looked at Su Yang and smiled apologetically, his voice was surprisingly nice and infectious.

Su Yang shook his head.

"Sit."

The man pointed to the chair next to him and spoke again: "I just wiped it, it's clean." ”

"Thank you."

Su Yang responded politely and sat opposite him.

The whole room was still very dark, and only the candlelight could barely see each other's faces.

"You're not like him."

He carefully observed Su Yang for a long time before shaking his head.

Su Yang's expression remained unchanged: "Why should I be like him?" ”