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The flames of Crimson Lotus Hell are a tormenting fire specifically designed to burn spiritual bodies without killing them. Anyone scorched by it feels as if their heart is being consumed by raging flames, suffering unbearable agony, akin to ants crawling on their skin, causing incessant itching. Though they do not die from the burns, the torment they endure is far beyond what an ordinary person can bear, often leaving many souls dazed and confused.
As soon as Ye Mingshang entered the flames, he felt an unbearable torment that even his willpower could not suppress, letting out a muffled groan.
Ordinary people speak of the suffering of hell, but who has truly experienced it? Who can remember it? Only through personal experience can one understand the pain that pierces the heart; only by entering hell can one know the unbearable suffering.
"Child, you should go. Don't worry about me." The old director's lips moved as he tried to speak, but the flames had scorched his Soul Body, rendering him unable to make a sound.
Ye Mingshang saw the old director's lips moving. Although he couldn't hear him, he could guess his intent, which filled him with heartache and anger, allowing him to suppress some of the excruciating pain.
"They deserve to die! How could they make you endure such torment day and night!" Feeling both psychological and physical anguish, Ye Mingshang's fury became uncontrollable, his eyes seeming ready to bleed from rage.
There was about a 100-meter distance from the edge of the flames to where the old director was located. Normally, he could reach that distance in just a few seconds. However, these flames targeted spiritual bodies entirely, causing him to exert only about twenty to thirty percent of his full strength. Each step required immense effort, yet due to the torment he suffered, he could only move half a step at a time.
"Master..." Joan watched Ye Mingshang struggling alone in the Fire Sea, his heart rising into his throat. He wanted to help but had tried and nearly fainted from the sudden pain that struck him when he stepped in halfway. It was only his body's instinctive retreat that allowed him to escape from the Fire Sea. So he understood what kind of torment this seemingly frail body was enduring.
One step, two steps, three steps, four steps... fifty-eight steps, fifty-nine steps, sixty steps... one hundred twenty-three steps, one hundred twenty-four steps, one hundred twenty-five steps...
The young man in the Fire Sea endured tortures beyond what ordinary people could withstand as he trudged forward with great difficulty. Despite the pain, he never thought of giving up because the one suffering in the Fire Sea was his father!
Yes, ever since that rainy night when that umbrella sheltered him from the storm. Ever since that old man took him away from beside a filthy garbage bin without disdain and wrapped him in his own coat despite feeling cold himself. Ever since he had his first full meal and felt the warmth of home for the first time; ever since he experienced what paternal love truly meant...
"Father! Your son is unfilial and has let you suffer for so many years. Now, your son has come to save you!"
The old dean, having been scorched by flames for many years, suffered damage to his Soul Body, rendering him unable to speak. However, Ye Mingshang could. Although his voice was hoarse due to the burning flames, sounding like a saw cutting through wood and quite unpleasant, to his own ears it was like heavenly music. This old man, who had not furrowed his brow even under the torment of hellfire, could not help but shed tears.
He was not relieved for being saved; rather, it was the single word "father" that touched his soul. The word "father" stirred emotions that had been sealed away for many years, reaching the softest part of his heart.
It is often said that men bleed but do not cry, only because they have not reached the point of sorrow.
No matter how iron-willed or resolute a person may be, how can one truly escape the bonds of "emotion"? Family love, romantic love, friendship—who can genuinely break free from these ties? Who can truly become heartless and unfeeling?
In the Fire Sea, that frail figure moved with great difficulty and walked slowly but never stopped. The determination in his heart never wavered, the desire in his eyes never ceased, and his support for familial love remained unshaken.
One hundred sixty-seven steps, one hundred sixty-eight steps, one hundred sixty-nine steps...
One hundred eighty-three steps, one hundred eighty-four steps, one hundred eighty-five steps...
One hundred ninety-seven
One hundred ninety-eight
One hundred ninety-nine
Two hundred!!!
Finally, after a grueling journey and enduring both physical and mental torment, he arrived beside this old man he had not seen for many years yet still felt close to and could not bear to part with.
Due to the scorching heat, his Soul Body was severely damaged. While it would not be charred like flesh, the effects were visibly apparent. His hair had been burned away, his skin was cracked and dry, and his aged face appeared even more haggard.
Years of torment had left his body injured, but his heart remained unyielding. He did not frown at the Hellfire Sea, yet tears fell for a young man. However, being in the Fire Sea, the tears evaporated as soon as they fell, consumed by the flames.
"Child, you shouldn't be here. The Underworld will not spare you. You must leave; I have long grown accustomed to the flames here. In just a few more years, I can be reincarnated. Do not harm yourself for my sake!" The old man's lips moved, but no sound emerged, as the cracking skin pulled at his face, causing the wounds to widen further, the pain evident.
Ye Mingshang endured the searing flames and the onslaught of the Fire Sea, struggling to speak.
"I have already arrived too late. It is wrong for my father to endure even a moment of torment, yet I have allowed you to suffer for over a decade. I was unaware in the past, but now that I see it, how can I turn a blind eye?"
The old man's cracked face showed emotion, and his murky eyes sparkled with light. He felt proud to have such a filial son. He felt honored to have a son who bore responsibility and took on burdens.
"Ah!"
"Ding!"
Ye Mingshang clenched his fist tightly and struck down on the iron chain with all his might, producing a sound of metal clashing. The chain showed no damage, only revealing a white mark on its surface.
"Don't waste your effort; this chain is made of Thousand-Year Black Iron from the far west, forged through countless purifications. No one can break it. You might as well surrender peacefully. Given your good intentions and being a prodigy of my Taoist Sect, I can show you mercy and let you go," called out the Overseer of Crimson Lotus Hell from outside.
He had presided over Crimson Lotus Hell for hundreds of years and knew well how fierce these flames were; even he, as an Overseer, dared not venture deep into them. Now witnessing this young man willing to endure the hellfire to save his father moved him.
Ye Mingshang ignored his persuasion; since he had come, he had no intention of leaving alone. If he were to leave, he would take the old director with him. This was his responsibility, his burden, and it was also his bottom line as a person. (To be continued.)
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