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The "hell broadcast" lasted only two hours because it quickly became repetitive. The scenes within the Eighteen Levels of Hell were simply too brutal, completely opposite to the refined and noble image that the Hua Republic had always sought to uphold.
Moreover, cross-realm communication over such vast distances was simply too expensive. When Ziwei first carved out the Small Nether Realm, he likely never imagined that the people of the future would have the means to capture scenes from the Eighteen Levels of Hell and broadcast them for ordinary folk to witness.
The Iron Tree Hell, the Scissors Hell, the Ice Mountain Hell… Unless one's Dao Heart was exceedingly firm, just a glimpse into them could easily scar someone mentally.
The entire trial lasted more than ten hours. The Hidden Earth Sect members who had been temporarily assigned as ghost wardens had stared until their eyes were sore and dry, and bared their teeth until their faces twitched with cramps.
The judge sat in a daze the entire time, while her assistant's lips grew parched from ceaseless recitation. Even after more than ten hours, not a single cup of tea was served, which displeased Wang Sheng.
The cultivators outside the hall initially watched with keen interest, but...
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