For instance, the gravity on the twenty-seventh floor of the Underworld is so intense that any creature entering it will be crushed by an unbearable force, as if burdened by mountains on their back.
No matter how strong you are, once you enter the gravity of the Underworld, the weight you carry will always exceed your capacity by a single gram.
In simpler terms, if you exert all your strength, you can barely stand, but if you fail to give your all, you will be left lying motionless on the ground forever.
It can be said that in the Underworld, if you want to walk or even stand, you must push yourself to the limit every second. Gravity will torture you constantly, and life will seem worse than death, as if you are suffocating. You may wish for death, but the Underworld always leaves you with just enough breath to survive.
On the thirty-sixth floor of the Underworld, hunger reigns.
Here, hunger is not just a craving for food; it extends to everything in existence.
Upon entering this realm, your stomach will growl with hunger, demanding to eat anything—even things that are not food. Dirt, stones, and even excrement will appear delicious.
Even if you want to vomit, you will find yourself compelled to swallow everything.
At the same time, the hunger will also seize your emotions.
Those who long for treasures will begin to view everything as precious—stones will appear as treasures. Anyone who dares to take them will be met with madness, driven to collect everything in sight, never satisfied no matter how much they possess, even if it means their death.
For those who yearn for love, every creature will appear as a target, whether they are of the same species, a different gender, or even inorganic. Yet, no matter how much they indulge in this desire, it will never be enough, and they will remain in a state of insatiable hunger.
It can be said that when you enter the Hunger Underworld, your most fervent desires will be magnified to the extreme, pushing you to the brink of death.
The forty-ninth floor represents the Transformation of the Underworld.
Upon entering this level, your status will change drastically. If you were once a king, you will be reduced to a beggar, crippled and blind, forever begging for survival.
If you were a man, you will be transformed into a woman, enduring the relentless pain of childbirth again and again.
If you were strong, you will become weak—unable to even restrain a chicken, bullied by every living creature. You will be powerless, unable to defend yourself, subjected to endless torment.
If you were wealthy, you will become a pauper, reduced to the life of a laborer, carrying heavy loads daily with no respite, facing a future devoid of hope.
If you were beautiful, you will be transformed into an ugly woman, despised and disfigured, covered in pus and scars, a sight of misery and rejection.
This transformation can only degrade you, never improve your condition.
This is eternal torment.
On the seventy-second floor of the Underworld, the Thorns await.
Anyone entering this realm will be whipped by thorns endlessly. No matter how powerful you are, the thorns will cause you to bleed, and the wounds will never heal.
Every pain inflicted will tear at your very soul, forcing you to relive your most agonizing memories over and over again, as if you were dying a thousand deaths.
This torment will not cease until you crumble into nothingness.
No amount of perseverance can withstand such cruelty.
On the eighty-first floor, the Underworld's darkness awaits.
Upon entering this realm, all of your senses—sight, hearing, taste, and touch—will be completely deprived. The darkness will be so absolute that no light can penetrate.
In this utter darkness, you will feel as though days turn into years, locked in total isolation. You will see no creatures, sense no presence—only eternal silence.
This isolation is not for days or years, but for eons—millions of years, endless cycles of time in absolute solitude. It is a silence so profound that even the mighty Pangu, the Chaos Demon God of the past, could not bear it.
In a way, the Chaos World, devoid of all life, is no different from this eternal lonely void.
The 108th floor of the Underworld presents a different scene, filled with the terrifying power of the Underworld. It is not a place where any creature can survive.
This is a realm where only the dead can dwell.
"This is troublesome," Gu Chuan muttered, blinking. "I never expected that the Underworld would become so terrifying after creating the hundred and eighth floor."
To be honest, he had not designed this world intentionally. It had developed naturally, taking advantage of the world's own trend.
The Underworld itself was formed by the deaths of countless Chaos Demon Gods, along with the resentment and death energy left by the doomsday forces. The very essence of the Chaos Demon Gods held immense laws, brimming with an unfathomable power. Additionally, the Killing Doom, which represents the destruction of the universe, contained a deadly force beyond comprehension. It is likely that all this death and resentment merged into the Underworld at the moment of their demise.
Thus, the Underworld became a realm of immense strength and grotesque power.
Entering such a world, without his consent, not only ordinary creatures but even gods are unable to leave. Once inside, they will face inhuman torment. This is the true nature of the Underworld.
"Well, it doesn't matter," Gu Chuan sighed. "After all, this is a world meant to imprison the dead. No fool would casually enter the Underworld. And even if they do, they won't be able to escape. So, it's not my problem."
He scratched his chin thoughtfully.
However, there is something that connects the entire Underworld—a force that naturally emerged from the world itself: the Styx.
Some call it the Yellow Springs River.
This river, born from the Underworld, weaves through the 108th floor and beyond, meandering like a giant serpent. It is filled with the oppressive power of death and carries the essence of the Underworld itself.
"The Yellow Springs River?!" Gu Chuan's eyes gleamed with interest. "This river, born from the Underworld, is a treasure in its own right, containing the unimaginable power of the Yellow Springs."