CHAPTER 407: CHAPTER 172: GAIN SOME INSIGHT, USAGE OF PROPS (5K)_2

But still, there were people who clicked in immediately and posted a shocked meme.

"An account with such high-level permissions, just gets deleted like that?!"

The replies below started to pile up.

"Just got online, what happened?"

"I was already guessing this morning, isn’t this the ultimate hardcore mode? Didn’t expect it to be real."

"Waiting for a death-defying hero, I’m afraid of dying, forget it."

"Scary, Brother Fu was actually the first to bite the dust."

"Handwritten Hua-Yan Scripture Scrolls from the Grand Monk of the Consciousness-only Sect’s Ancestral Court, Supreme Salvation Scripture Scrolls in the handwriting of a Mount Zhongnan big shot, DM me if you need them."

The buzz around Cyber Netherworld stayed at a not-too-high, not-too-low level. On this kind of hidden forum, everyone actually just assumed it was another scam to trick newbies for someone else’s gain.

The first day someone died, and it was Brother Fu, instantly tanking all the hype.

The biggest thing is that so far, they haven’t figured out what benefits you get for entering this game.

If there were, even the ultimate hardcore mode wouldn’t stop people from risking their lives in droves.

The Scorching Sun Department people are super skilled at dealing with this stuff. The hype-makers are all veterans from the old Battle Bureau, they know exactly how to control the narrative.

If you say that ghost place is dangerous, even if it’s a life-or-death risk, that’s still not enough to keep people out.

But if you push it from a gamer’s point of view and call that place absolute trash—not worth even a single point, just giving it one out of pity—and it’s crazy dangerous, only the dead would go there.

That’s the only way to talk most people out of it.

As for the ones who still want to walk the road to hell, you really can’t stop them no matter what, so let them die—then Scorching Sun Department will just have to bury them after.

After all, at the moment, there’s no law or regulation from Scorching Sun Department saying you can’t go kill yourself like this.

The Divine Land version hasn’t advanced to the point it kills people off preemptively to prevent suicide, either.

Installing Cyber Netherworld wasn’t something just anyone could do in the first place. And after Scorching Sun Department quietly poured cold water over it, the hype faded fast, at least things wouldn’t blow up any further.

But the next part is where it really gets interesting—they need to first confirm how many places, how many Nether Souls have fallen into the Netherworld, then connect with the Nether Soul Realm, and then confirm again.

Over on Fuyu Mountain, they also got word that Wen Yan had fallen into the Netherworld, but initial checks show he’s doing fine, and there shouldn’t be any issues for now.

Grand Uncle Master and three Great Uncle Masters sat together, faces solemn, listening to Qin Kun report the latest news.

"That’s pretty much all for now, the rest is still uncertain."

After Grand Uncle Master listened, he quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

Luckily they knew Wen Yan’s Scorching Sun cultivation was already at a really high realm—even in the Netherworld, there shouldn’t be trouble for the time being.

Grand Uncle Master glanced at one of the younger uncles.

"Old Fourth, you probably know the most about this stuff. What do you think? Is it possible to skip that so-called game and directly send your Yin Spirit into the Netherworld?"

The questioned Fourth Great-uncle Master shook his head.

"Uncle Master, when it comes to traveling to the underworld, at most we’ve just been to places like the Rakshasa Ghost Market, never to the Netherworld itself.

There are indeed methods, but before this there was no Netherworld, only the Nether Soul Realm and Ghost Markets.

Probably can’t make it through. But there’s some ways for sending messages, might be worth a shot."

At this moment, Seventh Great-Uncle Master spoke up.

"In Wenyan Family, there’s a wondrous item. Maybe we can try to open a window."

"Then let’s start with that."

Seventh Great-Uncle Master called Little Zombie, told Little Zombie and Sparrow Cat to go into the basement and open a window to Fuyu Mountain.

Seventh Great-Uncle Master came in person, and following Sparrow Cat’s directions, took out Wen Yan’s items, and set them one by one on the shelves.

He tried a few—some windows led to a Funeral Home, some to a run-down old mansion, others to a dorm room, and some straight to the living room on the first floor.

For the last experiment, he used an old pair of shoes. The window opened up to pure pitch-black and bone-chilling cold, thick Yin Qi pouring in nonstop from the window.

Seventh Great-Uncle Master frowned and took out a Small Eight Trigrams Mirror. He tapped it between his eyes, activated his vision, and when he looked through the window, there was a wide river spanning the other side of it.

The river water flowed quietly. Looking out to both sides from the window, he could see a main road stretching in from a distance, and a huge crowd of numb, bewildered Nether Souls shuffling down the road, constantly falling into the river and vanishing.

When Seventh Great-Uncle Master tried to look at the other side of the river, the river seemed to expand without end, stretching out farther and farther, full of countless Nether Souls struggling and drifting as if trying to find some way out.

Seventh Great-Uncle Master reached out a hand, holding the Eight Trigrams Mirror in front of his eyes, stepped back several steps with a thumping sound, then formed a seal with his hands to steady his own Yin God.

"Quick, close the window."

Little Zombie reacted instantly, grabbed the old shoes off the shelves in a flash, and the window disappeared along with it.

Seventh Great-Uncle Master let out a sigh, just told Little Zombie to stay safely at home, and headed back to Fuyu Mountain.

"How’d it go?" Grand Uncle Master was the first to ask.

"Things got a bit tricky—even that window was blocked off. There was no way through, no connection, it could only reach the place closest to him, and there was a river there packed with endless Nether Souls. I only focused on looking at the far bank for a second, and my Yin God almost got yanked out into the river."

"Let me try." Fourth Great-uncle Master stood up and walked toward the dharma altar, which was almost fully prepared.