Chapter 1353: Chapter 518: Double Crowns Attain the Way, Unparalleled in the World

Time flows like a river, dreams fade away.

Ye Hanjun seemed to be in a vast desert, where relentless wild winds blurred his vision, and the flying sand hindered his steps.

Yet he still staggered forward, unwavering and determined.

However, after finally crossing the desert, an endless ocean awaited him.

The sea wind, mixed with the scent of fish and salt, gathered into tornadoes, carrying a force of destruction across the sea.

Ye Hanjun found no means of getting across the sea, no support.

He chose to leap, attempting the impossible with his hands and feet.

Finally, he conquered the endless ocean as well.

But the journey was far from over; there lay a mountain of swords and forest of blades, tiger’s lair, dragon’s pond, steep cliffs, and the netherworld...

Mortals may endure eighty-one tribulations during their spiritual journey.

What Ye Hanjun faced, however, were nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine trials, each a torment, where a single misstep could lead to utter despair.

...

Time... seemingly passed for a long while.

Ye Hanjun walked through the spiritual world, lonely and sluggish.

At the worst times, he even forgot his own name, not knowing where to go, where his true home was.

"Big Tadpole, keep going!"

"Clang! Clang clang!!"

"Boom--"

"Snooooore... snooooore..."

"Human Master, too weak too weak! Is this all it takes to defeat you?"

"Sir, since it’s you, you can definitely make it!"

...

Occasionally, familiar and distant calls rang in his ears.

Whenever this happened, the confusion in Ye Hanjun’s eyes slowly gave way to a glimmer of clarity.

It was the glow of spirits, dim, nearly nonexistent.

Yet even if reduced to a firefly on the ground, it dared to vie for brilliance with the bright moon in the sky.

Ye Hanjun remembered his conviction.

——Crown Rank.

This was the highest, most powerful realm among the Human Race.

Not only did he want to reach it, he wanted to surpass it, to become the unprecedented peak.

For this, what does suffering matter?

As long as he had a breath left, he would fight to the end.

For five Cosmic Eras, The Fetus of God Sealing was a common sight.

The Human Race, despite having the power of contracts, had been relegated to the background.

If they did not adjust the weight on both sides of the scale, if they did not stop the "Calamity’s" encroachment, all heavens and myriads of worlds, all clans would be left with nothing.

"Bang! Bang! Bang bang! Bang bang bang!!"

Ye Hanjun once again heard his own heartbeat.

His body seemed to transform into a giant, towering like a mountain.

Resonating with heaven and earth, his voice shook the forests, echoing through the clouds.

"Boom! Boom! Boom boom! Boom boom boom!!"

Ye Hanjun heard the sound of his blood flowing.

The blood in his veins, like rivers, lakes, and seas, surged into his heart, gathering at the source.

When it cycled and surged again, boundless power gushed into his limbs, flowed into every acupoint, ceaselessly, endlessly.

"One thought to be god, one thought to be demon."

"The crowned, resplendent as daylight, fierce as autumn frost."

"The wrath of the crown, mountains and rivers tremble, the winds and clouds turn."

"The decree of the crown, thunderous and unstoppable."

"The crown, engulfs the spirits of all miles, unstoppable wherever it goes."

...

Chaos Secret Realm, the gate of life and death.

Suddenly, the Gate of Life’s End appeared, exuding a ghostly light, like a deep-sea vortex, terrifying.

Sitting there, Ye Hanjun’s black hair, suddenly a hundred meters long, flowed over his shoulders like a waterfall.

Beneath him, a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, taller than ten thousand feet.

Suddenly, blood formed into flowers, all blooming simultaneously.

Abruptly, bones condensed into towers, each tower connected to the next.

He seemed like a demonic god in human form, mastering the Slaughter Divine Mystery, a single strand of hair could be a soul-devouring weapon, a single nail could be a heaven-opening battle axe.

"Swish!"

With a thought, Ye Hanjun opened his eyes.

Two pillars of blood light shot out, fierce as dragons and tigers, swift as the electric python.

With two bangs, the unshakable chaos walls were left with two bottomless pits, most shocking.

Ye Hanjun seemed oblivious.

When the blood light faded from his eyes, his pupils returned to deep black.

The tranquility within them, like an icy pond, could encompass all the noise of the world, seeing mountains as mere stones, seeing the sea as a well, unable to change their serenity even with heavenly fury, the wind stopping, the water smooth as a mirror once more.

Ye Hanjun’s aura — upheaval!

They say the King of Hell rules over all ghosts and gods.

Yet, there are ten halls of King Yan, what kind of being could command above them?

At this moment, in this place.

This Ye Hanjun, with ghosts as his robe and divine blood as his pattern, sparkling in myriad colors, born of illusions.

He wore a skeleton huge crown, seemingly bearing the weight of the death realm with a human body.

His waist, neither robust nor frail, bore a jade like a token.

On it, one side carved "kill," the other side "pardon," the former intent on killing, the latter compassionate, in stark contrast.

And beneath him, blood wasn’t even qualified to be a carpet anymore.

An ancient, desolate tomb, endless white bones.

Not just ordinary corpses, but divine bodies like the Jester Emperor, Miemeng Divine Bird, and Butcher Arm also knelt on the ground, seemingly not daring to rise without orders.

"Clatter... crack!!"

Originally, the "Ten Hall Yama" had the Ten Directions Hell as the Law-Figure-World.

Among them, the Wind-Thunder Hell wielded the power of lightning.

The Fire-Healing Hell controlled the power of flames.

The Metal Strong Hell governed the power of trials.

The Shoring Cold Hell wielded the power of ice and snow.

The Cauldron Soup Hell controlled the power of boiling.

The Copper Column Hell governed the punishment of treading.

The Slaughter Hell controlled the punishment of slicing.

The Fire Chariot Hell governed the power of transportation.

The General Plundering Hell wielded the power of immense intensity.

The Luo Feng Hell meticulously judged life and death.

Suddenly, the ten hells merged into one, a deep abyss, vast as the heavens and wide as the earth, deep black as ink, suspended behind his back.

The ten incarnations of King Yan also merged.