Invincibility Begins with a Super Fairy Manny

Chapter 1937: Chapter 1933: Infernal Hell (Second Update)

Even so, the monk’s eyes remained bright as ever. He pressed his palms together and chanted in a voice devoid of sorrow or joy: "Namo Amitabha, may all beings be free from suffering and find happiness!"

With these words,

a hint of liberation appeared on his face. He nodded slightly at Xue An, and then his form shattered with a boom, transforming into countless beams of golden light that merged into the iron pillar beneath him.

Xue An watched quietly, then cupped his hands in a respectful gesture.

Regardless of time or place, those who are willing to sacrifice everything, even their own lives, for their faith are worthy of respect.

Everything returned to tranquility once more.

Instead of heading towards the temples in the firmament, Xue An soared into the sky and flew towards the distant horizon.

This desert was so vast that even with Xue An’s speed, it took a full quarter of an hour before he saw any change in the scenery.

Suddenly!

A small town appeared in the distance.

Xue An slowed down, landed on the ground, and then walked into the small town at a leisurely pace.

This was a very dilapidated town, with thick odors emanating from the gutters by the street.

The houses on both sides of the road were crooked, looking as if they might collapse at any moment.

Yet in such conditions, many people lived here.

These people lay lazily on the ground. Even when Xue An walked among them, they only glanced at him briefly before resuming their previous positions.

Many others lay motionless on the ground, wearing oddly-shaped helmets, akin to corpses.

Xue An raised an eyebrow slightly.

Because he felt no vitality from these people, as if they were walking corpses.

This bizarre phenomenon left Xue An astonished, and he slowly walked toward the center of the town.

There, he found the town’s only bar.

A few fierce-looking brawny men stood in front of the door; they were the most vibrant beings Xue An had encountered on his journey here.

Upon seeing Xue An, they showed no surprise, merely rolling their eyes and saying blandly: "Are you here to buy a chip?"

Chip?

This term caused a slight stir in Xue An’s heart, but he soon nodded.

"That’s right!"

"Go on in then!"

Only then did Xue An step into the bar.

To his surprise, the bar was not the riot of lights and colors he had imagined.

On the contrary, it was very quiet here.

Many people lay on sofas, wearing helmets of various states of newness, with their eyes closed in slumber.

From time to time, they would show expressions of extreme comfort.

When Xue An entered, a brawny man approached him, "What kind of chip do you need?"

Xue An randomly pointed, "That one will do!"

The brawny man nodded, turned, and left. When he returned, he had a helmet in his hand, which he handed to Xue An.

"You can give it a try first."

Without hesitation, Xue An put it on.

Instantly, he felt his sea of consciousness enter a strange realm.

Then, on a soul level, he experienced intense pleasure.

It was a tranquility beyond words.

If not for Xue An’s firm Taoist heart, he might have instantly sunk into it, unable to extricate himself.

Only then did Xue An understand what the helmet-clad people in the town were doing.

Because it was like a spiritual chip, capable of trapping anyone within it.

When Xue An removed the helmet, the brawny man grinned, "How was it, pretty intense right?"

Xue An was silent for a moment, "Indeed it is. But how is it made?"

"Heh, you’re asking the right person. Within a radius of thousands of miles, only my chips are the most intense. As for why...,"

the brawny man chuckled, gently clapping his hands.

In an instant, a monk appeared sitting cross-legged in the center of the bar, eyes closed and speechless, bound by heavy chains.

Countless threads were connected to the monk, fluctuating with the golden light emanating from him.

"See? All my chips are blessed by these eminent monks, possessing supreme joy and serenity. They are nothing like the garbage stimulated purely by electricity found outside."

"So, how many do you need?" the brawny man asked with a smile.

Xue An gave him a deep look without speaking.

A moment later.

When Xue An left the bar, there was no sound behind him.

The guards at the door stood up as Xue An left, "Are you satisfied?"

Xue An smiled slightly, "Satisfied, extremely satisfied!"

With those words,

the heads of these brawny men simultaneously fell to the ground, and headless corpses collapsed afterward.

Xue An’s expression became increasingly serious.

For he had finally grasped the change in this Core Pure Land deeply.

A thousand years ago, when he was Immortal Venerable, he had visited the Core Pure Land.

At that time, the Core Pure Land was flourishing; everyone was kind and peaceful, without any deceit or conflict.

Who would have thought that in just a thousand years, the Core Pure Land would undergo such dramatic changes?

Even the hearts of the people had decayed to this extent. Especially with this electronic chip, which can easily destroy any expert below Great Luo, making them sunk and become utterly useless.

In light of the Core Pure Land’s isolation and the evil creatures spewing from the earth at night,

Xue An was convinced of one thing: the Core Pure Land had clearly been tainted by some unknown power.

Just then, a boy’s panicked shout came from not far away.

Xue An looked up to see a disheveled boy staring in horror at the corpses on the ground.

Xue An was slightly taken aback because he sensed a long-lost vitality from the boy.

In fact, this young boy was the first living person he had seen since entering the Core Pure Land.

Xue An stepped towards him, but the boy fled as if from a viper.

Xue An followed.

The town was not large, so they soon left it.

Outside the town was a cemetery.

The graves were not large; some, due to long neglect, revealed the contents within.

Inside these graves were no corpses but rather small boxes.

Xue An’s eyes narrowed, as he sensed an indistinct consciousness within these small boxes.

But without exception, all these consciousnesses were indulging in the electronic chip, unable to extricate themselves.

The endless cemetery gave Xue An a chill.

For a word emerged in his mind.

Infernal Hell!

These consciousnesses stored in small boxes after death would forever indulge in the electric stimulation, without any hope of redemption, until the day their consciousnesses completely collapsed.

When it’s said time is endless, space is endless, and the sufferer is endless, it is Avici Hell!

Such retribution is even more terrifying than suffering in life.