Chapter 1715: Hell Legion

“How is random cannon fodder at ninth level sequence?!” Lu Yun gasped when he saw the cultivators charging him.

Ninth level sequence was the strongest level of sequence in the primary worlds, but they didn’t even seem to be cannon fodder in the tombs. There were roughly three dozen in the group and they blazed with auras of slaughter. Plainly, they’d been affected by the massacre on the battlefield and turned into killing machines.

Lu Yun moved before Chu Xingran, Ao Qin, or Haidong Lin could respond. He could still borrow strength from the Abyssal Hell and bolster himself with it. The young man flung his hand out to ignite abyssal hellfire and burned their attackers to a crisp.

When they next appeared, they were in the Disordered Hell; sudden inspiration struck Lu Yun. This was a place of mindless slaughter, but it was also his hunting grounds. Anyone he killed would become his Infernum.

He had no foundations in the fourth realm; while Ah Zhi stood on his side and those of the Star Sect were favorably inclined toward him, they weren’t his subordinates at the end of the day. The three thousand dao beholders in the Fairylands answered to him only because he’d overcome them with sheer might. They would turn on him as soon as they left that world.

When the darkness came to invade, he needed his own troops. This place could be the source of his strength and he’d be able to build an army of sequence experts if he swept the field.

How about a Hell Legion?

That sounded like a damn fine name.

The other three shuddered when Lu Yun’s grin slowly took on a cruel bent.

“Lu Yun!” Haidong Lin suddenly said. “I can sense His Imperial Majesty’s presence.”

“Are you leaving?” Lu Yun paused and returned to seriousness.

“Yes,” Haidong Lin nodded. “The emperor will certainly need my help in a situation like this..”

“Go on, don’t die.” Lu Yun sent a talisman of Resurrection into Haidong Lin. The man nodded at him before transforming into a wave that surged in another direction.

“Either of you two leaving as well?” Lu Yun looked at Chu Xingran and Ao Qin.

“Nope,” Chu Xingran shook his head. “I helped you rob Ao Qin, so you have to help me get out of here.”

“Me neither,” Ao Qin shook his head. “You robbed me of all of my treasures, so you have to help me get out of here.” He glared at Chu Xingran in blatant threat.

The man met him tit-for-tat and snorted coldly.

The world of sequence was roughly five billion kilometers away from them. It was an unfathomable distance to ordinary beings and one they would never cross in their entire lives, but unremarkable for experts such as them.

An atmosphere of violence continued to grow from the world and spread in all directions. Beings with weaker cultivation levels or less resolute hearts succumbed to the terrifying influence and turned into mindless killing machines.

“Since both of you are depending on me to get you out of here, you have to listen to me in everything that comes next.” Lu Yun leered.

“What are you planning to do?” Chu Xingran shuddered when he saw the smile on the young man’s face.

“Kill people!” Lu Yun chuckled darkly. “There are many cultivators who’ve lost their mind from all of the slaughter and become unthinking killing machines. Take them all alive and bring them to me so I can kill them.”

“Your hell dao..” Chu Xingran immediately understood. There was likely a special method in Lu Yun’s hell dao that turned his victims into his subordinates. That was probably how he’d gained most of his people.

“No problem.” Ao Qin agreed with almost no hesitation since he was still affected by hell dao. In fact, Chu Xingran rather suspected that the dragon had unwittingly become Lu Yun’s subject at some point. He nodded his agreement as well.

“But if you go too far, that might attract attention from the heavyweights inside and they’ll target you,” Chu Xingran cautioned after some thought.

“Then we’ll have Ao Qin take care of them and capture those heavyweights too!” Lu Yun was completely unconcerned.

The strongest level of existence in the yang tomb should be eighteenth level sequence experts such as the original emperor and Spacetime King of old. The next echelon down would be Ao Qin. He was both a seventeenth level expert and the greatest genius of the dragon race. Thus, he was far stronger than the regular seventeenth level.

Just as Chu Xingran had said, anyone hailed as a heavyweight in the tomb and the leader of a faction was at least fifteenth level sequence, such as the Sea Emperor. But with the Sea Emperor following the original emperor all this time, Lu Yun didn’t know what his current level of cultivation was. At the very least, he wouldn’t have made absolutely no progress after countless eons.

The trio carefully concealed themselves as they conversed. Although Lu Yun wanted to locate the original emperor, the latter was very close to the world of sequence. It was too difficult for Lu Yun to force his way through, even with Ao Qin by his side.

All he wanted to do now was to focus on expanding his Hell Legion.

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Three years passed by in the blink of an eye; Lu Yun’s Hell Legion was three thousand strong.

The weakest among them was first level sequence, and the strongest was Feng Xianhuo of the Corpse Refiners who’d been brought down with Ao Qin’s help.

Most of them were third or fourth level sequence, the equivalent of foot soldiers or cannon fodder in the yang tomb. Anyone yet to access sequence didn’t have the right to be present within the tomb.

Lu Yun dared come because he could borrow the strength of the Abyssal Hell. Whenever he did so, he possessed the equivalent of fifteen levels of sequence. This was also made possible by the owner of the yin tomb fortifying his physical body.

Ao Qin had gradually shaken off the influence of hell dao after three years. Although he still helped Lu Yun, he didn’t jump to the young man’s orders as he had before.

“Have either of you discovered that this war seems to be the purposeful work of those near the world of sequence?” The dragon suddenly sniffed something off.

Logically speaking, those still on the field should’ve come to their senses after three years and slowly drifted away. As valuable as a world of sequence was, only those above fifteen levels of sequence had the right to vie over it.

However, cultivators refused to leave and continued their mad violence. Someone seemed to be orchestrating everything.

“The world of sequence is a newly born world and needs to be bathed in the blood of the living,” Lu Yun sighed. “Without sufficient baptism, the world cannot open, even if it’s taken shape.

“Influenced by its great dao, the world absorbs any retribution resulting from the fighting. There are no karmic repercussions for what one does here.”