I transformed into the cannon fodder destined to sacrifice to heaven in the fairy tale, but I carried the hell game panel with me.
While others meditated and practiced, I sneaked into the blood pool to clear S-level dungeons; the Immortal Masters joined forces to open the Cave of Ten Thousand Demons, and I cut off the sacrifice energy with my backhand, crossing myself off the list of sacrifices. When the whole world of cultivation begged me to lead a team to refresh the book, I was transforming the 18th level of hell into an exclusive resort - opening a teahouse by Naihe Bridge, rafting on the Huangquan Road, and even Meng Po Soup launched a limited edition co-branded version.
Heaven couldn't stand it anymore and sent down a thunderstorm that would destroy the world. I raised my knife and prepared to fight. I took a closer look - what was struck by the thundercloud was the watchdog I had just collected last week.
The dog also wagged its tail at me.
Behind him, the "employees" of the Eighteenth Level Hell poked their heads out, the blood pool manager was carrying a mop, the security captain of Knife Mountain Hell was carrying a machete, and the chef of Oil Pot Hell was holding a colander, all looking at the sky.
"Boss, this dog... Should we stew or boil it?"
I pinched my eyebrows.
Damn it, I'm done with this hell.
