My name is Rong Tianjue.
After fighting for sixteen years, he defended half of the world for Cang Lan.
On the day I returned to Beijing, what I received was not wine, but the destruction of my family.
Thunder fell from the sky at the execution ground, and my wife blocked the blow for me.
When the second lightning struck, a string of worn-out Buddhist beads in my hand exploded into a giant chain of gold.
A chain shattered the execution ground.
The ground opened and I fell straight into——
Eighteen levels of hell.
Blood Hell, Heart Hell, Mind Hell, Bone Hell, Shadow Hell...
Every prison is a reflection of my own destiny.
The devil in every hell uses my obsession, regret, and darkness to kill me.
The further I go, the more I understand one thing:
God doesn't want me to die——
God is afraid that I will live.
Therefore, I prefer not to die.
I want to kill through eighteen prisons,
Fight your way out of hell,
Kill the imperial city,
Go to that wizard, that treacherous minister, that evil god, and change your fate with your own hands.
I am not going to the eighteenth level of hell.
What I am leaving is——
There are eighteen paths that a person must go through in this life.
Intention: No one can pass the eighteen stages of life for you. But you can change your life at every level.