After 10 days, the Chakravarti Ghostly King led them into the depths of the Chakravarti-raja Star again.

Wu Yu had also followed, and they were soon before the majestic epochal immortal design of the Prismatic Thunderball.

Countless lightning serpents of various colors had come together in a sphere, a frenzied, thrashing swarm that emitted ear-splitting shrieks. The destructiveness of the electricity had already surpassed the threat of the igneous heat.

The Prismatic Thunderball seemed to have grown larger, causing the electricity to become even more violent and spark with greater intensity. The entire Chakravarti-Raja Star was shaking even more strongly now.

The Chakravarti Ghostly King and the others immediately entered their experimentations, while Wu Yu and the Amethyst-Eyed Ghostly Lord remained a distance away.

The very sexy Amethyst-Eyed Ghostly Lord had bickered with Wu Yu all the way. She was still resentful about her two losses.

In order to act the part of the White-Eyed Ghostly Lord, Wu Yu continued to throw low blows at the Amethyst-Eyed Ghostly Lord, which she deflected. This made Wu Yu look foolish, just like the White-Eyed Ghostly Lord.

A good disguise.

Until now, Wu Yu had not yet given anyone reason to suspect him, besides the startling feat of defeating the Amethyst-Eyed Ghostly Lord twice in a row.

"Did you know? Father has a 3rd Grade Mark of an Immortal King and a 5th Grade Mark of an Immortal King prepared for us." The Amethyst-Eyed Ghostly Lord puffed her chest out proudly and looked at Wu Yu.

"Of course I know. The 3rd Grade Mark of an Immortal King is for you. After all, you're a girl. Weaker sex." Wu Yu sniggered.

"Hehe. Everyone knows who the 3rd Grade Mark of an Immortal King is for. You're the only one still dreaming," the Amethyst-Eyed Ghostly Lord shot in reply.

Wu Yu said, "I am the senior, and stronger than you. Someone who lost to me, taking the 5th Grade Mark of an Immortal King? Wouldn't that be a waste?"

"Better not say ‘lose’ too many times. Or you will feel it yourself when it comes back to bite you."

Wu Yu smiled. "I'll be waiting, then. A smelly wench like you trying to compete with me. That's biting off more than you can chew."

The competition between the two was actually largely also concerned with the two Marks of an Immortal King. The Amethyst-Eyed Ghostly Lord knew about the two Marks of an Immortal King long ago. This was also why she was always trying to demonstrate that she was better than Wu Yu.

"Perhaps before long, the 5th Grade Mark of an Immortal King will be in my hands. Just wait for that time, and you can cry," the Amethyst-Eyed Ghostly Lord huffed.

Wu Yu had made her very jealous this time. All this while, she had thought that she had left the White-Eyed Ghostly Lord far behind, a playboy and wastrel. But now he seemed to have changed!

If not, she would not even have spared Wu Yu a second thought.

.........

Perhaps because of the intrusion of immortals, the Chakravarti Ghostly King was even more absorbed this time, throwing all his concentration into wrestling with the epochal immortal design. He wanted to pass through the immortal design. The other ghostly kings were helping him. It was quite a serious battle, and they also risked their lives in the process!

Even the Chakravarti Ghostly King was risking his own life.

A waterside pavilion enjoys the moonlight first. This was an opportunity for a great transformation. He would not give up on it simply because there were risks involved. Therefore, Wu Yu watched him marshal his ghostly kings and focus their thoughts, struggling to break the Prismatic Thunderball. There was no notion of night or day here. Wu Yu could only watch from the sidelines with the Amethyst-Eyed Ghostly Lord.

It was too dangerous over there, so they could not get close. Wu Yu realized that his own body could actually withstand similar damage to the others, but he was afraid of raising their suspicions. Therefore, he was trying to think of a way to get close on his own and examine it up close.

There was still time for now, and he was not particularly anxious.

This time around, they spent three months there. The Chakravarti Ghostly King and the others fought day after day, showing no signs of stopping.

One day, the Chakravarti Ghostly King suddenly received an Immortal Message Talisman. After reading it, he laughed loudly. "Come, we're going out."

"Father, what has happened?" The Amethyst-Eyed Ghostly Lord immediately went to cosy up to him.

The Chakravarti Ghostly King was in a good mood. "No breakthrough here, but they caught an immortal outside. I want to go and see why they came!"

"Immortal?" 

Wu Yu started.

He had thought that the Gu Huo Immortal Lord and the others had been taught a lesson and would not dare to do anything rash for a while. But to think that someone had come forward to risk it.

"Should be a loner. Otherwise, they would not have caught just one."

After all, the defenses around the Chakravarti-raja Star had gotten stricter as well.

Wu Yu was trying to guess who it was as they left swiftly from the core of the Chakravarti-raja Star. Back on the surface, the person had already been captured and brought back to the Chakravarti Ghostly King's residence. It was the grandest place on the whole Chakravarti-raja Star. Of course, it was not far from the White-Eyed Ghostly Lord's own Tianyi White Residence.

They were used to calling this place the Hell Master's residence!

Even before they were near, they could hear a loud commotion from within. Someone was shouting and cursing at the top of his voice. The voice was male.

"Could it be that the Gu Huo Immortal Lord recklessly came in alone?"

 Wu Yu guessed.

Very quickly, they landed at the Hell Master's residence, and Wu Yu could make out the words clearly now. The person was shouting, "You ghostly immortals, listen up! I am Zhao Yuanchen, the son of Zhao Gongming, one of the 36 Heavenly Generals of the sky palaces! Release me immediately! Or your Astral Hell will be reduced to rubble!"

"It's him!"

Wu Yu saw Zhao Yuanchen. In truth, he was quite surprised. Zhao Yuanchen was not part of the first group of people to enter. This meant that others had broken past the perimeter and entered the door to the Astral Hell.

It would take a month or two to get from the point of entry to the Chakravarti-raja Star, which meant that Zhao Yuanchen had entered two months ago.

But evidently, he was moving alone, which meant that he had probably entered alone. He had likely not met with the Gu Huo Immortal Lord and the others; otherwise, he would not have been so easily captured.

Now he was struggling between two ghostly kings and was terribly frightened. After all, it was his first time witnessing the methods of the ghostly immortals. He immediately revealed his identity, and that of the Zhao Immortal Tribe.

Many ghostly kings had already landed before him, and Wu Yu as well, although he was not recognized.

The Chakravarti Ghostly King was the leader, so he walked up to Zhao Yuanchen. An immense mental pressure was applied as he regarded him. "You say you are the son of Zhao Gongming?"

Zhao Yuanchen puffed his chest out. "Indeed I am! Release me immediately! What business do you have in capturing me?"

Hearing this, they all burst into laughter. Even the Chakravarti Ghostly King laughed, patting him on the head. "What business, you ask? Because this is the damned 10,000 Levels of Hell, of course! You came trespassing on our territory, and you ask us what business we have in capturing you? It would be reasonable even if we killed you, wouldn't it! A plucky immortal dares to come here, who even knows who you are! If I were captured in the sky palaces, I would say I'm the son of the king of Yanluo Wang as well."

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"You! I can prove my identity!" Zhao Yuanchen shouted, angry and worried.

"I don't need your proof. I don't care who you are. Let me tell you, if you want to live, you must answer my questions!” the Chakravarti Ghostly King boomed, his voice shaking every last inch of Zhao Yuanchen. He was too feeble compared to a ghostly king of a Hell Master's caliber.

"Are you also here for that thing? I have captured many immortals and killed many too. They were called the Primeval Mighty Miracle God Tribe or some such. Do you know them?" the Chakravarti Ghostly King demanded.

"You killed them?" Zhao Yuanchen gasped, his legs almost giving way.

"That bunch of fleas dared to enter my territory, and even talked back to me. Why shouldn't I kill them? Kid, look around you. This is Hell." The Chakravarti Ghostly King again burst into hearty laughter that was picked up by everyone else.

Zhao Yuanchen was truly frightened now. He had not met the Gu Huo Immortal Lord and the others, and therefore did not know the situation. The Chakravarti Ghostly King had even mentioned the Primeval Mighty Miracle God Tribe, and his version smacked of the truth.

"Answer the question. Are you also here for that thing?!” The Chakravarti Ghostly King suddenly turned stern.

"Yes! Yes!" Zhao Yuanchen hastily answered.

The Chakravarti Ghostly King had an idea now. This meant there was a "thing", and the thing that the immortals wanted was likely within the Prismatic Thunderball.

"And what is the thing?" the Chakravarti Ghostly King pressed.

"You don't know?" Zhao Yuanchen finally understood why he was captured. So they did not know. He was thinking that if the ghostly immortals knew, then all their chances of obtaining the 10th Grade Mark of an Immortal King would be lessened.

"Speak," the Chakravarti Ghostly King said coldly.

"Release me and I will tell you!" Zhao Yuanchen bargained. He sensed that they actually believed his identity.

Therefore, he still had a chance to escape!

Because they were just here to ask questions.

But he guessed wrongly. The Chakravarti Ghostly King was not a patient person.

One ghostly king said, "Hell Master, use the Dark Moon Soul-and-Spirit Domination Skill. All will be clear. Spare everyone his nonsense."

The Chakravarti Ghostly King laughed chillingly. "If you will not have wine, have vinegar. Brace yourself, it's quite uncomfortable." He reached out a hand, ready to begin.

Zhao Yuanchen paled and hastily said, "No! Don't! I'll tell you everything!"

But the Chakravarti Ghostly King had run out of patience. He immediately used the Dark Moon Soul-and-Spirit Domination Skill, directly retrieving the memories he needed.

"Who knows if what you say is true or false? But my Dark Moon Soul-and-Spirit Domination Skill never lies," the Chakravarti Ghostly King cackled. He clamped a palm on Zhao Yuanchen's head and inky-green smoke began to spout from his hand. A burst of cold air hissed out from within. Zhao Yuanchen's eyes bulged and he began to howl! It was clearly a torturous process, but before long, his entire body was frozen over, and he was rendered as speechless as a corpse. His eyes were still locked wide open, staring blankly ahead.

"Father, better not kill him. He might really be an immortal emperor's son. If we kill him, we're in trouble," Wu Yu added.

The Amethyst-Eyed Ghostly Lord sneered, "Idiot, do you think father doesn't know? Does he need your lecturing?"

1. Yanluo Wang is the ruler of the underworld in Chinese mythology.

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