Simple vision could no longer penetrate the thick, dark purple mist, like a black hole standing at the end of the River Styx, mercilessly devouring all matter and energy.
Countless souls followed their instincts, stepping into the boundless darkness.
At the end of the darkness lay the final place of reincarnation, where souls would not lose their way; the power of death would guide them forward.
The purple dragon slowly descended at the end of the River Styx, then folded its massive wings, lowered its head, and allowed the fairy butterflies to follow its head, once again stepping onto land.
Behind them, the River Styx had completely turned golden; the power of death was no longer synonymous with coldness and darkness, but mixed with the concept of life.
The golden River Styx brought vitality; an endless sea of flowers replaced the barren land, and the fragrance of flowers, gathering spirits and energy, permeated the land of the Underworld.
Thousands of souls sang praises to the Underworld's crown prince, extolling this newborn sun.
As Xia Die stood before the dark purple mist, countless spirits suppressed their inner turmoil, halting in their tracks and standing behind her, none daring to overstep their bounds.
Douluo Continent was inherently a world rife with feudalism, its aristocratic ideals distorted to an extreme degree, comparable to the world of Naruto.
This ideology had become even more deeply ingrained after the destruction of the Spirit Hall, especially considering Tang San's unwavering commitment to feudalism.
Only after the emergence of the Demon Network did this ideology face a significant resurgence.
Currently, the souls reaching the end of the River Styx were all from the time of the Spirit Hall's destruction ten thousand years ago.
If Tang San were to arrive, he might even recognize a few familiar faces.
Many of these souls had already been influenced by the Tang Sect's ideology, their minds beginning to be bound.
However, in a sense, this also facilitated the management of these souls; under the dual constraints of the Underworld's rules and feudalistic ideals, few spirits dared to disrespect Xia Die.
Under the watchful eyes of countless spirits, Xia Die extended her arm, her fingers gently plunging into the abyss-like dark purple mist.
The golden light instantly spread, and the power of death at the end of the River Styx began to alter its underlying logic.
The spread was rapid; the entire underworld seemed as if a golden sun had suddenly appeared, burning fiercely at its edge, radiating light.
Under the sun's rays, all the spirits of the underworld shone brightly, making those unaware of the situation mistake it for heaven rather than the underworld.
The sun at the end of the River Styx seemed to accelerate time billions of times, rapidly approaching the end of life.
The light began to dim, the blazing sun began to compress, and the underworld returned to its cold, bluish-purple hues.
A pale blue crescent moon rose at the edge of the underworld.
The crescent moon had no physical form; it was the purest, most compressed power of death.
Its light was both soft and clear, visible to all the spirits of the underworld, silently hovering in the underworld sky, guiding their way.
At this moment, the edge of the underworld was no longer obscured. A phantom, dark purple throne stood at the very end of all ends.
That was the most mysterious place of rebirth in the underworld, personally maintained by the Throne of Death, supporting the cycle of reincarnation.
All the spirits felt a tremor from the depths of their hearts.
Whether they were level 99 Limit Douluo in life or ordinary people without any soul power, they were all intimidated by the Throne of Death's indiscriminate power.
Except for Xia Die, all the other spirits found it difficult to even look directly at the Throne of Death, while Xia Die felt an immense attraction.
Polyces transformed into human form, his bare, white feet treading on the still-warm earth.
A deep blue aura of deathly power descended from the waning moon, transforming into two hands that grasped theirs, leading them onto the path to the throne.
Under the watchful eyes of all the spirits of the underworld, a magnificent sea of flowers gradually bloomed in the land of rebirth.
Blue requiem flowers drooped their stamens, their leaves moving without wind, playing ethereal music.
The music defied spatial distortion, echoing in every corner of the underworld.
The golden River Styx surged, creating golden ripples, providing harmony for this symphony.
The magnificent melody was etched into the depths of the souls of all the dead, soothing the suffering of reality and embracing the rebirth from death.
At the edge of the sea of flowers, the throne of death was surrounded by countless blossoms, its fragrance permeating the air.
Polycia stopped and said to Xia Die,
"Sister, sit down."
"This is the end of death."
Huo Yuhao's figure appeared beside Polycia at that moment, gently rubbing her head and looking at her tenderly, saying,
"Just as I said before, when you make a choice, don't let yourself regret it."
"I'm glad you've found your own path. Death is not the end, but a brand new beginning."
"Not just me, Adam, Amon, Su Tong… whether living or dead, we are all proud of you."
At the end of the sea of flowers, surrounded by fragrance, Xia Die smiled brightly.
She gently threw herself into Huo Yuhao's arms, feeling that familiar warmth and comfort; his strong muscles were still so reassuring.
The soul of the living warmed her fingertips.
"Thank you…"
"Thank you… for giving me a home."
After a tight embrace, Diebao's soft, pointed ears swayed slightly.
Standing before Huo Yuhao, she nodded to everyone and then ascended the Throne of Death.
The moment she sat down, the Underworld trembled, the Throne of Death rejoiced, and the power of death surrounded Diebao.
The golden River Styx and the azure moon joined forces to create a new symphony.
The little planet spirit, located on the inner side of the planet, suddenly noticed the Underworld, which had remained dormant since its birth, beginning to tremble.
Long-dormant spiritual power began to flow, and a new will altered the underlying logic of death.
The little planet spirit smiled, releasing its restraints and letting things develop freely.
She was delighted that someone could revitalize the Underworld, especially since this person wasn't some invasive alien species with the surname Tang.
Far away in the God Realm, the Goddess of Life also felt the tremor of the Throne of Life.
The rules of life manifested themselves, tightly intertwining with a purplish-black rule,
even though that purplish-black rule wasn't particularly pleased.
The Goddess of Life understood immediately, ceasing her search for divine artifacts.
She proactively lifted the restrictions on her divine position, using the central hub of the divine realm to open a backdoor, allowing life force to surge into the mortal realm.
Everyone on the entire Douluo Continent witnessed a green aurora covering the sky, containing an incredibly dense life force.
In the winter of Douluo Continent, new buds sprouted from the snow-covered earth, countless life forces scattered across the mortal realm, nurturing countless rare treasures and nourishing countless lives.
The various factions of the Douling Empire, whose minds were practically locked in fierce fighting, unanimously chose to cease hostilities, gazing at the aurora-filled sky.
"Hahaha!!!"
"This level of life force, this is divine will!"
"This is a sign of good fortune! My beloved ministers, quickly draft an edict to proclaim to the world, this is the mandate of heaven!"
Chen Hanhai, dressed in a dragon robe, excitedly looked at the sky.
The Sea Demon and Sea Dragon beside him exchanged a glance, conversing in the Amon network.
"Such a concentration of life force... what happened in the God Realm?"
"Who knows? Maybe it was our sister's doing. Didn't Father say she became a demigod of life and death?"
"Never mind that for now. Our clan leader got into character so quickly, mastering the tricks of being an emperor so fast."
"He can't be this happy. We forgot to prevent him from becoming arrogant.
It's time to increase his strength. The army fighting Caesar might make some strategic mistakes." "
By the way, how's the parasitism process with Haiming going?" "
Soon. He's been carrying our martial spirits around every day. In two and a half months, he'll become one of us."
Meanwhile, in the Underworld, the power of death and the power of life intertwined.
Under the balance of the Tiger Talisman, a power called Reincarnation began to be born.
From then on, life and death could no longer be separated.
When Xia Die fully masters the positions of God of Life and God of Death, she will be able to completely reconcile life and death, and the position of God of Reincarnation will be born.
The perfect fusion of two God-King level positions will be no less powerful than the creation created by the fusion of life and destruction.
The Throne of Death vanished, leaving behind an endless sea of flowers.
Xia Die was successfully crowned the Lord of the Underworld, possessing the highest authority there.
A large, dark purple stone book and a one-foot-long golden pen, forged from gilded metal, appeared before Xia Die.
The book represented the end of death, a supreme artifact, the Book of Termination, capable of determining the predetermined end of all things, symbolizing the Lord of the Underworld's authority.
The golden pen symbolized the rebirth of death, an artifact of beginnings, capable of demarcating the rebirth of the dead, symbolizing the Lord of the Underworld's gentleness.
Xia Die gently accepted the two artifacts.
After a slight tremor, they entered her spiritual sea, awaiting their master's use.
Simultaneously, a verdant branch appeared in Xia Die's hand.
"The second trial of the God of Life is complete. Reward: a branch of the Ancient Tree of Life." "
The third trial of the God of Life begins. Re-establish the rules of the Underworld. Reward: the Spring of Life."
The Throne of Death extended a wisp of power, circling the branch of life a few times, then trembling continuously, as if mocking the stinginess of the Goddess of Life.
The Goddess of Life, far away in the divine realm, sensed the provocation through the divine test and the central authority of the divine realm, and couldn't help but puff out her cheeks.
She could laugh off any provocation from any deity in the divine realm, but not the position of the God of Death!
She turned her head and continued rummaging through the treasure trove of life, searching for a suitable divine artifact.
If all else failed, she would break off a branch from her original form, nurture it with the divine power of life, then have Little Purple temper it with the divine lightning of destruction, and finally have the God of Craftsmen, a second-level deity, cooperate in forging a new divine artifact.
She couldn't afford to lose the position of the God of Death.
(End of Chapter)
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