Chapter 651 - 384: The Tortures of the Underworld
’Huh, the environment is starting to have sound effects now!?’
Looking up, he saw that the one shouting at him was the bearded Judge.
The pale-faced Judge’s gaze grew even sharper.
At the same time, the oppressive aura of the entire courtroom intensified several times over.
Seeing that he couldn’t exit this Illusion Realm for the time being, Zou Feng decided to see what other tricks this place had in store.
"Zou Feng, do you still not confess your crimes? Do you wish to be cast into the boundless prison of sin, damned for all eternity, never to be reborn?" the bearded Judge roared, his voice nearly a bellow.
After he finished shouting, the pale-faced Judge adopted a solemn, earnest tone. "Zou Feng, just confess. If you can turn back from this path, join our Underworld, and atone for your sins through meritorious service, it’s not too late."
"You have no escape. Don’t throw your life away!"
’Heh, are they starting the good cop, bad cop routine now?’
It was obvious. Although he was marked, he had been spreading poison along his path. They could probably only sense his general location, but they couldn’t pinpoint his exact position.
Moreover, he had just used the Drunken Immortal Moon Chasing Step and escaped so quickly that these Judges were starting to worry he’d given them the slip.
So, using the mark, they began to cast a spell from a distance, trying to make him reveal a flaw or even succumb completely within the Illusion Realm.
"Alright, enough with the play-acting. What crime am I guilty of?"
"Willingly acting as a running dog for the Pinnacle Celestial Immortal Sect and defying the heavens is your greatest sin!"
"What a load of horseshit!" Zou Feng sneered. "I don’t know why the Pinnacle Celestial Immortal Sect hasn’t managed to wipe you all out, but I’ll tell you this: once I become a Direct Disciple, I will lead an army of Cultivators north and uproot you Tribulation Cultivators completely."
"Your King Yan, your Queen Mother... I’ll subject them all to Refinement!"
This wasn’t just Zou Feng talking big; he genuinely had this plan in mind.
Right now, both the Yama Underworld and the Ninefold Celestial Court could be considered his "provisions"—top-tier Cultivation resources.
Therefore, once he was promoted beyond a True Inheritor to a Direct Disciple and truly joined the upper echelons of the Pinnacle Celestial Immortal Sect, this plan would definitely be put into action.
Zou Feng figured he would laugh himself awake from his dreams just thinking about the benefits he would gain from completely devouring these two Tribulation Cultivation Sects.
"Such shameless boasting! You, a Direct Disciple? Hahaha..." The bearded Judge threw his head back and laughed.
The pale-faced Judge also laughed so hard his gums showed, shaking his head. "Actually, I don’t doubt your potential... but unfortunately for you, you’re not going back!"
"Do you really think you can escape back to the Pinnacle Celestial Immortal Sect? If you refuse to confess and join our Underworld, your only end will be utter annihilation, never to be reborn!"
"My Myriad Soul Banner just so happens to be missing a capable, vicious soul..."
Zou Feng waited with a cold gaze for the two to finish their clamoring before saying sinisterly, "Don’t be so sure of yourselves. Who lives and who dies is not yet decided!"
"Arrogant! It’s been too long since I’ve met someone so arrogant. Since you refuse to see reason, then... begin the torture!"
Before the bearded Judge’s voice had even faded, Zou Feng felt countless invisible shackles suddenly bind his body.
Then, a series of invisible "whips" began to lash his body relentlessly.
Zou Feng knew very well that although this was just an Illusion Realm, if he believed he was injured, that feedback would manifest as real injuries in the outside world.
However, what the two Judges didn’t know was that upon hearing the words "begin the torture," Zou Feng could barely suppress the smile tugging at his lips.
Following the Drunken Immortal Moon Chasing Step, he never expected that his Tribulation-Indestructible Body would also find an opportunity to advance.
Brutal torture was something Zou Feng had desperately sought but couldn’t find.
After all, ordinary torture could no longer provide any improvement to his Tribulation-Indestructible Body.
But the tortures of the Yama Underworld were certainly not so easy to endure.
Especially in this special courtroom Illusion Realm, the Yama Underworld could definitely get creative with its methods.
’This is the perfect chance to improve my Tribulation-Indestructible Body!’
First came the flogging. This didn’t just bring physical pain; each lash struck straight to the soul, an exhilaratingly agonizing sensation.
But flogging alone was definitely not enough.
To experience some more potent tortures, Zou Feng knew he had to put on an act.
Even though he had already transferred the side effects, Zou Feng still put on a tough facade, gritting his teeth and steeling his resolve.
He pretended to be enduring immense pain without making a sound.
Perhaps because his acting was quite good, both the bearded Judge and the pale-faced Judge revealed satisfied smiles.
After all, seeing an arrogant brat who had just been running his mouth receive his due punishment was an incredibly gratifying experience.
"Hmph, let’s see how long you can last. Boiling in oil, death by a thousand cuts, devoured by ten thousand ants..."
The tortures came one after another, cycling through repeatedly. But in this Illusion Realm, one couldn’t even die if they wanted to.
Furthermore, the flow of time inside the Illusion Realm was different from the outside world. As long as one couldn’t escape, it was equivalent to suffering endless torment.
There was no telling how many strong-willed individuals had been brutally tortured like this until they became loyal dogs of the Yama Underworld.
The two Judges had joined forces to cast this spell from afar precisely to ensure Zou Feng’s capture, preventing this potential major threat from escaping.
This kind of spell was not without its costs.
If they failed to capture Zou Feng and he escaped the Illusion Realm again, the tracking function of the mark on his body would be greatly weakened.
With the tracking function weakened, they could forget about repeating this trick and pulling Zou Feng into such an Illusion Realm again.
In the courtroom Illusion Realm, Zou Feng’s suffering under various brutal tortures continued.
Although Zou Feng appeared to be in agony the entire time, even seeming on the verge of collapse several times, he stubbornly refused to break down completely.
After a long time, the two, who had been enjoying the delightful spectacle of Zou Feng’s misery, finally began to sense that something was wrong.
’Something’s not right. The torture has been going on for so long. His expression is one of agony, but if you listen closely, you’ll notice his pained screams are still full of vigor, not weak and listless...’
’Furthermore, judging from the aura emanating from his body, not only has it not weakened, it’s actually getting... stronger!?’
’What the fuck? Are we torturing this kid, or are we feeding him supplements?’
As widely-experienced Golden Core Realm experts, they naturally knew of a type of Ascetic Monk who reveled in suffering, using it to achieve a dual Transcendence of body and spirit.
But such Ascetic Monks were extremely rare. They were basically the stuff of legends, things you heard rumors about but seldom saw with your own eyes.
Not to mention, when Ascetic Monks endured torture, it was a gradual, step-by-step process. Who could be like Zou Feng, thrown into the equivalent of the eighteen levels of hell right from the start...
The two Judges glanced at each other, thinking the same thing.
Casting such a long-range spell took a huge toll on them; they couldn’t afford such a massive blunder.
"Stop! Something’s wrong!" the pale-faced Judge was the first to make a decision.
The bearded Judge was still a bit skeptical and wanted to keep trying, but since the pale-faced Judge had called for a stop, he had no choice but to comply.
The moment they stopped, Zou Feng was naturally displeased.
Several times just now, he had almost been unable to stop himself from bursting into laughter.
He couldn’t help it. Watching the progress of his Tribulation-Indestructible Body skyrocket was just too satisfying.
"Tribulation-Indestructible Body (Extraordinary to Saint), Progress: 78%"
If he remembered correctly, the progress of this Skill was only at 28% before!
He had to hand it to the Golden Core Realm Tribulation Cultivators and their potent methods. They had truly thrown him into the eighteen levels of hell, allowing his Tribulation-Indestructible Body to make such rare progress.
Unfortunately, these two idiots had finally noticed something was off.
If they had just continued a little longer, it wouldn’t have been impossible for his Tribulation-Indestructible Body to break through to the Unity of Heaven and Man realm.
But one shouldn’t be too greedy. Zou Feng was already quite satisfied with the current outcome.
"Is that all?"
"Give me more! These are the famous tortures of the Underworld, right? Surely they’re not this weak?" Since he couldn’t milk them for any more benefits, Zou Feng dropped the act and straightened up with a wide grin.