Ten years of silence.

The news of the Maelstrom Silver Dagger Sphere epochal immortal design had rippled throughout the Astral Hell.

In a moment, the typically silent Astral Hell erupted.

The news spread. When the ghostly immortals and immortal lords received the news, some rushed there immediately, while others hid.

The 10,000 Levels of Hell were chaotic to begin with, and fighting was a common sight. 

The Astral Hell was now even more chaotic, with killing everywhere, corpses strewn across. Killing and looting was happening frequently.

This was the most common sight in Hell.

Now the immortals who dared to come here could still have their Marks of an Immortal King. Countless ghostly lords arrived. Truthfully, the majority of them did not necessarily have the 10th Grade Mark of an Immortal King as their goal.

Rather, it was the Marks of an Immortal King.

In these ten years, it was unclear how many immortal lords had shown signs that they had been besieged by ghostly immortals and lost their lives.

It was no use regretting coming here ten years ago.

This was the Astral Hell. Such was the cruelty of cultivation.

Wu Yu let Nangong Wei return to the Floating Dreams Pagoda. Alone, he followed the army of ghostly immortals, and openly headed towards the Maelstrom Silver Dagger Sphere.

The news had just arrived, but it was likely that whoever caught wind of it first had already been investigating it for a long time. Just like when the Chakravarti Ghostly King initially sealed the Prismatic Thunderball.

As the group approached the Monsoon Star, ghostly immortals were practically everywhere, fighting and often being attacked out of the blue. 

Of course, Wu Yu utilized the Lawful Embodiment of Heaven and Earth, becoming just the size of a little green bean, shuttling quickly. Only a ghostly king or higher could detect any trace of him. 

Even along the road, there were many ready-made "corpses".

He devoured these corpses, digested their memories, and integrated plenty of information.

Indeed, the Maelstrom Silver Dagger Sphere had already been taken over by the Hell Masters of the ghostly immortals and the ghostly kings.

The Hell Masters and ghostly kings who had taken the initiative were the luckiest. They had entered before the passage was closed and thus were participants by default. With their strength, their advantage was naturally huge.

In addition, it was said that many eternal immortal emperor offspring had entered here. They were all top beings among the immortal lords of the nine realms. Upon receiving word of the chance to obtain the10th Grade Mark of an Immortal King, they would certainly come.

"The parents of these people are comparable to the Dhrtarastra and the Mighty Miracle God.  As for their own level of cultivation, probably no worse than the Gu Huo Immortal Lord and Mo Yuji. Crucially, they are here for the 10th Grade Mark of an Immortal King. The other descendants of immortal emperors at the sky palaces did not initially hear about the 10th Grade Mark of an Immortal King. They look down upon the Great Void Immortal Path; otherwise, there would have been individuals even stronger than the Gu Huo Immortal Lord and Mo Yuji. This means that there will be more descendants of immortal emperors of the level like those in the Astral Hell."

Needless to say, there could perhaps be dozens of people like Zhao Yuanchen and the Ruling Fate Immortal Lord.

For example, Wu Yu heard of the son of Hell's Beiyin Necropolis Grand Emperor, named the Xuanyang Emperor Lord. He was a legend in the 10,000 Levels of Hell, with a reputation no lower than Mo Yuji’s in the sky palaces.

There were certainly many of this caliber.

These were definitely difficult competitors. However, it was fortunate that they had arrived late and could not bring too many ghostly kings with them. Otherwise, Wu Yu and the lot would not have the chance to compete.

In fact, these Hell Masters, ghostly kings, and descendants of demon emperors were most anxious to find Wu Yu, the Gu Huo Immortal Lord, and the Mo Yuji.

When Wu Yu appeared in the vicinity of the Monsoon Star, it was densely packed with ghostly immortals and ghostly lords looking for opportunities. There was no place for an immortal lord to hide in this dark, starry sky. 

One need not even think of an immortal lord entering the Maelstrom Silver Dagger Sphere. If he were even to get in Wu Yu's vicinity, he would be ravaged by hundreds of ghostly immortals. As such, Wu Yu deduced that based on the situation, it would be unlikely for any immortal lord to make a grand entrance.

Even if hidden by some means, discovery would be fatal, and there would be no escape.

"The Gu Huo Immortal Lord and Mo Yuji probably would not risk appearing if they saw this formation. After all, only top immortal kings could rush in directly."

Not to mention how difficult the Maelstrom Silver Dagger Sphere or these top ghostly immortals were, the densely packed ghostly lords outside were scary enough. And Wu Yu was already here fast. Give it a month and perhaps there would be millions of ghostly lords here.

At that point, any immortal showing up would attract the attention of tens of thousands like a dazzling star, let alone the presence of an immortal lord.

"If there is anything to be gained from this Maelstrom Silver Dagger Sphere, it's probably for the Hell Masters and ghostly kings to take. However, there must be competition between them."

Wu Yu gazed deeply. 

At this moment, millions of ghostly lords were intercepting newcomers. Even the legendary Maelstrom Silver Dagger Sphere was not to be seen.

"It is said that those Hell Masters and ghostly kings are uniting to keep us ghostly lords excluded, then they will set their own competition rules later."

"This is the Astral Hell, where ghostly immortals are the majority. Who are they to exclude us and share the spoils?"

"Ghostly kings are powerful, but we are also not to be bullied with this many of us. Hundreds of thousands of individuals defeated the Chakravarti Ghostly King's Astral Guardian Field."

"This situation is different. There are dozens of Hell Masters and hundreds of ghostly kings working together. The Maelstrom Silver Dagger Sphere has been enveloped within the range of the 100,000 Layers Vortex Design, which covers a much smaller area than the Astral Guardian Field. Only 300,000 or so of us can attack at the same time, so it will be difficult to break through now."

"Not to worry, there will be more and more of us. We can definitely break through!"

"I'm afraid they will have it in their hands by then... "

This was the discussion of the surrounding ghostly lords. They were not here at the Astral Hell simply to watch the show unfold. There were no hints of immortal lords now. They wanted to get closer to the Maelstrom Silver Dagger Sphere too and were looking for a way to take advantage of the chaos.

In fact, it was not such a simple task for that many immortal lords to break the Vengeful Hell Spirits Chakravarti. Immense effort had been mobilized. Now the 100,000 Layers Vortex Design covered an area far inferior to the Astral Guardian Field's protection. After all, the Maelstrom Silver Dagger Sphere was far from being as large as a star, so no matter how many immortal lords were gathered, it would be hard to break through this immortal design.

Wu Yu observed the 100,000 Layers Vortex Design. It seemed like a heavy vortex. There were a hundred thousand layers, each layer comprising vortices of hidden strengths. Thunder, lightning, flame, and the like, even various immortal and ghostly arts.

A large number of ghostly lords were attacking, but it was in vain. Their attacks were swallowed by the vortex one by one. This immortal design was impenetrable, unless pressured by the accumulated strength of a hundred thousand.

It could be said that the resistance of the 100,000 Layers Vortex Design was stronger than the Astral Guardian Field, and it was also much denser. Even if one could break the Vengeful Hell Spirits Chakravarti, this immortal design was something else.

The Hell Masters and ghostly kings could not bother handling these immortal lords. They locked them out and would quell the unrest afterwards. A fair competition would proceed shortly after to determine the possessor of this treasure. In their eyes, their only competition was each other.

"If the immortal lords can't enter the 100,000 Layers Vortex Design, the Gu Huo Immortal Lord and Mo Yuji surely can't either. Just looking from outside, they must know that the ghostly immortals have the first chance at it and how difficult it must be to get to the key treasure within."

Wu Yu knew this clearly, but this was not the reason to stop him.

He went all the way forward. Because his body was tiny, nobody noticed him. He arrived outside the 100,000 Layers Vortex Design and became the one closest to it. Others had not dared to come this close, because any closer and they would be swallowed by the immortal design, smothered and shattered.

More and more ghostly lords gathered outside. Wu Yu estimated that if they were in the millions, they could really break through this immortal design.

However, as of now, they were all mobs. The ghostly immortals were not convinced of each other. It seemed like there would be no breakthrough any time soon.

"If I want to gain from this, I need to get in as soon as possible."

Now he was strong, and he drew boldness from this.

Now that he was right outside the 100,000 Layers Vortex Design, he thought hard of how to get in.

"Using the Somersault Cloud to jump directly in is not great for my position. Besides, there would be too many stronger competitors after entering. The risk is great. After all, I'm not sure what this Maelstrom Silver Dagger Sphere is like or whether it is anything like the Prismatic Thunderball."

This was not a terribly great method, and it was rather risky. After all, it would be hard for him to maintain his position. If a bunch of Hell Masters appeared before him, would that not spell death? 

Therefore, he stood in place, thinking hard for some time. Suddenly, he thought of the White-Eyed Ghostly Lord.

"At that time, the Chakravarti Ghostly King never saved, and then I disappeared. He seemed to have sent people to do a cursory search for merely a while, and probably concluded that the White-Eyed Ghostly Lord was dead. However, if I were to appear again, would he come and take me in?"

This was certainly possible. After all, that identity could still be used. He thought of a few backstories in order to answer questions about what had happened in these ten years and such. Once prepared, he was ready to try.

When no one was paying attention, he transformed into a ghost with white eyes, holding the Lasting Blood Banner and appearing in closest position to the 100,000 Layers Vortex Design. He shook the banner and rushed in, shouting, "I am the son of the Chakravarti Ghostly King, the White-Eyed Ghostly Lord! The Astral Hell is my territory, let me in, quick! My father is inside!"

He could not scream any louder.

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