Chapter 1727: Fourth Calamity Commences!

Chapter 1727: Fourth Calamity Commences!

"He's back!"

"Who's back?"

"HE'S RETURNED!!"

"WHO?!"

"THE SINFUL PRIDE MORTAL!!!"

The depths of Hell clamored with activity, each of its four corners rumbling as figures shuttled through dimensional hellscapes of unimaginable horrors to reach a very specific location. Recently, the unfathomable levels of Hell were stirred by unusual activity.

A while ago, a mortal soul with his physical body, an Inheritor of Sin, had descended to face Hell's eighteen cleansing dimensions as many others had done before him, and beyond the expectations of beings that were as grand as divinities and unique as devils, he not only survived but repeatedly conquered them. How could such a hell-defying existence not attract attention from its denizens?

The Mortal Abandonment Dimension, Regretful Heart Dimension, and the Agonized Road Dimension!

Three of eighteen great cleansing Calamities of Hell had been conquered under his feet, and each time was more and more extraordinary, especially the Sinful Pride Mortal's third calamity—Calamity of Blade and Fire. This was the one Calamity that a mortal should absolutely never succeed. The denizens of Hell had unanimously determined that his travels here as a mere mortal were going to end here beyond the shadow of a devil's doubt!

Their interest waned; when they learned that he had arrived significantly earlier than expected, they didn't even bother making their way over. Why? Only those who were invested from the very beginning, since his hellish path started, decided to observe despite the inconvenience.

Yet their pessimistic expectations were surpassed! Again! And again!

This Sinful Pride Mortal hadn't just survived this brutal road of 108,000,000 steps, he claimed the Agonized Road Dimension!

However, looking back, how he claimed it was unprecedented and unique for a mere mortal! A display of supreme will! Why exactly? Despite traveling the full road, not a single ounce of Soul Deterge Mist had been burned the entire 108,000,000 steps! Not a single wisp!

Soul Deterge Mist was the cleansing power of Hell, and the rules of the agonized road produced this cleansing force if soul-deep pain were felt from either its hot flames or sharp blade, and that was if the ever-strengthening blade didn't slice the sin and consciousness out of a soul or the fires didn't incinerate them beforehand, immediately ending the calamity as they were shuttled to the cycle of samsara.

Ultimately, the shocking development of his success caused a frenzy that was as unexpected as hell freezing over and all its unimaginable horrors within were changed to heavenly fortune and blissful comforts overnight! That wasn't all either; to the two existences that oversaw the higher floors of Hell, they discovered that this Sinful Pride Mortal had returned to challenge the three calamities back-to-back as a Sinful Lust Mortal!

They had originally thought that Wei Wuyin was undergoing an unprecedented descent into Hell's Calamity, rushing to the Red Dust Dimension, the fourth Calamity of Hell, but disregarding their feelings of rising excitement, the Dual Sinful Mortal had left and didn't challenge the fourth calamity...

Prior to arriving at the Red Dust Dimension's region, they had alerted denizens far and busy, causing Hell to suffer a brief stagnation as numerous existences rushed over with the desire to witness the expected downfall or shocking conquest of this highly abnormal mortal.

Since then, they had tasked some denizens to observe the fourth Calamity, to send an alert when, not if, that mortal challenged the Red Dust Dimension! Numerous denizens of Hell were mobilizing!

Hell.

Fourth Floor of Hell.

The Calamity of Mortal Despair.

Here, two winged figures stood a fair distance from each other. They were not silver-winged or crimson-winged, nor exuded an irredeemable malevolence or an all-forgiving holy aura. They were emerald-winged and azure-winged figures, the former of the duo exuded an unfathomable depth resembling deathly despair while the latter emitted an endless vibrance of exuberant, inextinguishable life.

However, everyone ignored their protest. The silver-winged figure spoke with each syllable carrying greater joy than the last:

"Not only did he become a Dual Sinful Mortal by the most natural means, but this mortal had conquered the other three dimensions by their lonesome yet again! I speculate that what should have been an impossible dimension for them to overcome will be far too easy! In fact, he has the chance of conquering all eighteen Hells!"

"..."

"..."

"..."

After a short while, all except the crimson-winged and silver-winged figures laughed in their heavy disconcerting cacophony of unique voices. Their laughter was loud and true, unable to hide their truest thoughts. Even those who were hopeful of Wei Wuyin's success were unable to delude themselves. While the feats of this Dual Sinful Pride were astonishing, the fourth Calamity, the Calamity of Mortal Despair, isn't something that an existence could hope to survive! Especially not a mortal! And while Wei Wuyin's soul had ascended, in their eyes, he was still a mortal!

There were only two distinctions in their eyes—Mortal and Immortal!

What segue between them? What Ascended being? Just a bridge that countless failed to overcome.

Conquer the eighteen Hells?

Laughable.

"Then...how about..." the crimson-winged figure slowly said, "we be—"

A booming, omnipotent voice thundered out, causing every winged figure to tremble violently.

"Karmic ties MUST NOT be formed!"

The looming shadow spoke with unquestionable authority, and the winged figures all went silent, some glaring at the crimson-winged figure who was smiling, having achieved his goal of shutting them up with a few words.

But the way they looked at the spherical orb had all changed. The looming shadow refusing to permit a karmic tie wasn't unexpected as it involved not just Wei Wuyin as a few of them had done before, but the eighteen calamities of Hell. For them to form a karmic tie, obviously through linking fortune and misfortune in the way of a bet or wager against this Dual Sinful Mortal then...was it possible that he could be a genuine contender where even considering the mere possibility was forbidden...?

No. No. No.

That was impossible.

Completely impossible!

"Let's just watch this mortal die," a dark red-winged figure that resembled earthy rock with jagged points that defined its limbs and facial features. They gave off an aura of true weightlessness, almost non-existent in presence, resembling a fleeting thought or floaty, temporary clouds.

Watch this mortal die!

Let's!

"The Calamity of Mortal Despair is initiating." A voice of indifference and remarkably leveled cadence, deeply mechanical, resounded throughout the fourth floor of Hell!