The Rise of the Black Plain

Chapter 2779  First Target

A few weeks were enough for Minos to leave Qhava's territory, reaching the border of this woman's area of influence and an area without owners.

The Hell was not a space where every area had its sovereign. There was a large portion of territory that was not 'conquered'.

The reason for this was simple. Certain domains with Reincarnation Wheels were much more difficult to master than others. Even some Devils would avoid various areas of Hell, where supposedly only peak True Celestials could risk themselves.

Immediately in Minos' path was one of these territories, which he didn't intend to challenge. First, because he didn't want to risk himself in such a way during his first journey through Hell. Second, because Qhava herself didn't want him to do it. It was comfortable for her to have parts of her territory bordering such areas. It kept enemies further away from their location and avoided some unnecessary confrontations.

Minos continued on his journey, taking advantage of the fact that he could cultivate 100% of his time to strengthen himself.

While he could use almost none of his powers nurtured over his millennia of experience, Minos could cultivate his soul and use its strength in this place.

In what seemed like a year there, he felt his cultivation improve by the equivalent of 100 years of cultivation in Uzira!

Every day of cultivation in the Hell was precious!

But even with such a good place for him to grow, his cultivation base was still ridiculously large, even in this place where he was so limited. He would still need to stay in Hell for a few decades if he wanted to reach level 119.

As he could not use Temporal Sands, he couldn't speed up this process.

But Minos wasn't worried about that. His journey was getting closer to the first stopping point. In just a few more days, he would finally reach the territory that his master had recommended he visit and challenge the owner of the area.

As he already knew, areas without 'owners' were the most difficult. There was a special reason for areas in a place as competitive as this to be without sovereigns. So it was precisely areas with sovereigns that were the most interesting for someone in his position to pursue.

And despite how chaotic it might seem, the Hell was the opposite of that, being a very well-organized place with its own rules. High-ranking devils like Qhava couldn't go so far as to act against their rivals' subordinates or disciples. A Devil could only go against other Devils of a similar rank.

What guaranteed that this rule was followed? Basically, if a Devil acted against Minos, for example, Qhava could intervene and bring the problem to an apathetic conclusion.

No Devil would want to lose so much face that they couldn't deal with a 'pawn' like Minos, so 100% of the time they would use their own disciples and subordinates to take care of the dimension's internal competition.

Just ahead of Minos was his first opponent, Astrirun, a level 121 Supreme, disciple of a Devil of a lower level than Qhava.

Qhava was proud of her position as a high-level Devil. Standing at level 127, she was among the 10 strongest Devils in Hell.

Most of the Devils were True Celestials of level 126.

With the certainty that he would have to deal with Astrirun, and perhaps other stronger Supremes disciples of the same master as Astrirun, Minos was calm and even a little eager for his first battle in Hell.

For the first time in a long time on his journey, he didn't have several of the skills he had built up so far, a challenge similar to the first phase of the inheritance of the True Celestial of the Upper Realm, Devdar.

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Finally, Minos spotted a place in the distance that was different from the monotonous dead landscapes of Hell.

In front of him was a small black castle, where some undead were standing guard in front of the entrance to the building made of rocks.

The enemy, positioned on a diabolical horse, an infernal guardian, was dressed in black armor, but revealed parts of his body, part black, like the rocks of Hell, part colored, revealing his origin.

Minos stopped his Hellhounds at the sight of the enemy waiting for him, something Qhava had warned him was possible.

Although it wasn't possible to predict the future within Hell, there were several benefits to being the ruler of a Reincarnation Wheel area. Among them, sovereigns of lands in that dimension had omniscient knowledge of their domains.

As soon as he entered that territory, the area leader stood up to prepare for the battle about to begin there.

Minos observed the enemy group for a moment, in particular how the black liquid—Drops of Hell—seemed to be under that opponent's perfect control.

'It would be interesting if Abby could do this in the future when we're back in Uzira. It would open up the possibilities for her to act with the Macabre Horde.' Minos thought for a moment when his eyes finally met those of his enemy.

That individual was obviously not a native of Hell. There were very few natives of Hell. Most of the beings there were like Minos, beings brought in from outside to inherit the infernal path.

Once you joined Hell and gained power there, your essence would gradually change and your appearance would reflect this. The more negative and deeply tied to Hell your powers were, the rockier and darker your body became.

Minos' theory was that the black liquid integrated with the Devils' bodies and made them express such an appearance. The black liquid integrated with the body in a way that would transform anyone's appearance. n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

It all happened at the command of the crown, which balanced out the negative points of the black liquid and allowed one to use it so well.

Minos also had a minor power over the black liquid as it was now, and at the touch of one of his hands, living dead corpses emerged from the ground, forming individuals with perfect abilities to serve him and fight.

Minos found it interesting, curious to feel what the battles in Hell were like.

He didn't want to talk to the enemy. He was there to mow down. He merely ordered his undead to advance towards the enemy and wait for battle!

"Attack!"