chsdbacks Chapter 312 The Light of the Spirit Realm
Chapter 312 The Light of the Spirit Realm
Chapter 312 The Light of the Spirit Realm
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Salinger was so angry that he coughed up blood.
The compassionate gaze of the "Goddess of Beauty" was incredibly powerful. It wasn't just a manifestation of ultimate beauty and authority; both Olnia and Salinger were followers of the Second Age. Being tricked like this in front of an old acquaintance brought a sense of humiliation that even the naturally cold-blooded Feathered Serpent found hard to bear.
It's not fair to say Salinger was stupid; he was just unlucky. Getting in the way of the Hermit, who was his enemy, was perfectly fine. A King of Angels with 2+1 rank wouldn't be so cowardly as to not dare to show his face. This guy also had a bunch of backup plans, but he just didn't expect it to be like this.
This is quite normal. Even Shael himself didn't expect things to turn out this way. Salinger wasn't the Angel King who was restrained and waiting for the banquet to begin; this was the Angel King in good condition. The success rate of stealing was very low, and it wouldn't have much significance for the battle. In the end, he would still have to return what he stole.
He simply had keen insight and instantly understood the Phoenix's backup plan before it was destroyed, and the help it could bring him.
"In the underworld, who reigns supreme?"
Shael once again wielded the Phoenix Scepter. Under the effect of "Stealing Heaven's Secrets," he was like the incarnation of the Phoenix in the underworld. The authority of the "End Point" of the Death Path was displayed, and the power of the entire City of the Dead was added to the scepter. The dark River Styx swept towards Salinger, carrying Salinger toward Shael, toward the end of life.
Even though Salinger, as a half-death god, can float on the River Styx without sinking, as the river surges and he approaches the "end," even a half-death god will feel his life slipping away. Moreover, Salinger is now a little scared, and the idea that he had before of taking out the golden phoenix ornament at the critical moment has completely disappeared.
Salinger ran away, like a gust of wind.
The gods of the Second Age were all accustomed to running away.
The opponent is, after all, a hermit; there's no shame in running away.
Watching Salinger flee, Shael could feel the restlessness in his scepter. It seemed to be urging Shael to rush forward, skin the feathered serpent, and devour it completely. But Shael remained unmoved. He tapped the scepter, and the bronze doors of the illusory phoenix eyes closed, indicating that something had gone wrong.
"The underworld, is it ours now?"
"Goddess of Beauty" Olnia's tone was somewhat uncertain. Just now, she actually felt the power of the underworld repelling Salinger. This was simply unbelievable. The kingdom of the god of death was repelling half of the god of death.
"Yes, thank you for your hard work."
Xia Er exhaled softly, stealing the authority of the [End] from his sleeve. With the accumulation of the Hermit, the Underworld created based on the authority of the [End] would be a plaything in his hands. The only one qualified to challenge Salinger would also face great difficulty.
Before becoming the ruler of the spirit world, He became the ruler of the underworld.
The underworld is subordinate to the spirit world, but it is in a state of semi-separation.
Is this... the unborn Lord of the Spirit Realm eliminating the foreign king of the country?
"What about over there?"
Olnia smiled and looked toward the spirit world, where the divine war was still raging.
"I am now just a weak Sequence 1."
"You're not much better, you only have two 1s."
Xia'er didn't care about the war of gods, nor did he intend to return to the Hermit. What he was thinking about now was the characteristics of the Sequence 0 Death God (Eternal Sleeper), the unique death mark, and what the use or benefit of this was.
All things are equal, yet unequal.
Everything originates from the beginning, but each has a different proportion.
In the Second Age, even without the underworld, the souls of the dead could still roam freely in the real world, the spirit world, and various other places.
Before the birth of the Phoenix Ancestor, would the dead leave their mark on the River of Eternal Darkness in the Western Continent? At that time, the seal left by the Celestial Venerable was at its strongest.
If the Phoenix Ancestor hadn't drawn the Eternal Darkness Branch, where would its sole mark of death have been after its fall, if not floating on the Eternal Darkness Branch? Or, if there was no grave for Death, would Death never have died? Instead, would it have been infinitely resurrected in the underworld at the end of its life?
Is the perpetually dark tributary a limiter?
Death may not die, but it has the instinct to seek death.
Seeing that Shael ignored her, Olnia was not angry. Instead, she began to inspect the City of the Dead, the ancient kingdom of the God of Death. As the King of Angels of the Moon Path, Shael's acquisition of the City of the Dead meant that Olnia could summon the undead calamities from the underworld at any time, thus indirectly sharing some of the God of Death's authority.
Even if she might not need it, it didn't dampen Olya's good mood.
The spirit world.
The hermit steadily suppressed the god of knowledge and wisdom.
Elsewhere, the Black Emperor and the Eternal Sun, the Fallen God and the Lord of Storms, are also locked in battle.
The Feng, Zhi, and Bai families were originally supposed to be rivals, but after being tricked and kicked out of the Northern Continent by the Hermit, their internal atmosphere is still acceptable.
After the matter of the underworld was resolved, the hermit's aura actually increased, bringing the troublesome underworld back under the rule of the spirit world. The "white light" that the hermit had nurtured grew even more, and the mystical influence of this event on the spirit world was like nourishment.
He raised his arm, and the aura of death swirled around his palm. This was the power contributed by the underworld, as if he had grasped the lifeline of the god of knowledge and wisdom from afar. Herabogen's face instantly turned ashen, and faint lividity and pustules appeared.
Although the Hermit only obtained a portion of Death's authority, by supplementing it with the power of the underworld, he was able to construct a Death system around the authority of the "End Point." Through the authority of the "End Point," he could establish pathways with knowledge and extend them to the concept of "death."
And the lethality of death...
"Light!"
Herabogen uttered a dragon language word, and the holy light simulated by the White Tower purified the power of the dead, but the spots on his face only faded, not disappeared, and he looked even older.
Even though they are similar to simulations, the Hermit's simulation has the authority of the "End Point" as its core, the power of the underworld as its filler, and finally the power of knowledge. The White Tower is somewhat lacking in this respect, particularly in its utilization of external forces.
The hermit clapped his hands, and the seven lights above the spirit realm transformed into a seven-colored torrent that surged forth, held in his hands, and through the authority of the [Endpoint], knowledge paved the way, the underworld provided the energy, and another branch of the Death God's path, the authority of [Enslavement], was constructed.
[Enslavement] The next level of authority is the Pale Emperor, a trait possessed by the Death Path Sequence 1, "Sovereign of Spirits". The Pale Emperor can suppress or even enslave any creature with a spirit, not limited to undead creatures and extraordinary beings of the same path, but all spirits.
At this moment, the hermit no longer had the god of knowledge and wisdom in his eyes. He was drawing power from the seven lights to nourish the white light he was nurturing, even if the price was that the seven lights would fall from the level of sequence 1 to the level of sequence 2. But this price was acceptable.
The accumulation of seven light over several eras can save the hermit from the toil of an entire era.
Using the primordial power of the seven lights, a spiritual light of the level of an angel king is nurtured.
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