Now, everyone felt something was wrong.

"Here... is this the hell? Are we transmitted to the hell?" A rogue cultivator said, looking pale.

"Don't blather. There is no hell at all! We are living people, how can we be transmitted to hell? There is neither bull's head nor horse's face here, nor a Yama judge." Rebuked another rogue cultivator with the magnificent figure, but he had a look of panic. Obviously, he was not as easy as he said.

A depressing ...