Arad's unruly savior

Chapter 3776 There is someone at the end of the road
In the deepest part of the underworld, darkness as thick as asphalt spread silently, gradually suppressing all fluctuations. Even the red light of the blood moon in the sky could not penetrate. The spiritual and material realms coexisted in a state of complete chaos.

Normally, even those extremely powerful ghosts and gods who can maintain some consciousness dare not spy here. There is no other reason than that even more terrifying transcendents are buried here.

One after another, powerful lights of consciousness gradually awakened in those tombs full of ancient traces. A murderous aura spread, and many captivating eyes opened in the darkness. While revealing the murderous look, they also contained a hint of playfulness, staring straight at Qianying standing in the sky.

Although the underworld is inevitably in a state of being riddled with holes due to its own particularity, and all roads lead to the underworld... but it is not something that can be provoked by just anyone. If the transcendents cause too much trouble, they will be left behind.

"Your complete flesh and blood of a transcendent, and your life energy as vigorous as the scorching sun really make us miss and fascinated. I can't even suppress my desire for the present world..." The Lord of Death buried at the bottom of the abyss made a sound like thunder.

Immediately, a sad and gorgeous red feather suddenly came from the bottom of the abyss, cutting through the dark sky. The moment it appeared, it also carried a hint of the true meaning of death, which could wither all things silently and pointed directly at Qianying's head.

All the cold and gloomy eyes were watching, expecting what would happen. No one blamed the Death Lord for the sudden attack, and no one asked why Qianying was here. They felt that everything was natural... even though Qianying had no new or old grudges against them.

Although Qianying was in a deep meditation state and her mental power was integrated with a corner of the underworld, and she was comprehending new knowledge, she was not completely unaware of the threats from the outside world. She was able to respond quickly without opening her eyes. The short sword White Fang drew a long snow-white rainbow light, as if it came from the sky. The dazzling light illuminated the underworld and slashed towards the sad and beautiful Hongyu.

However, the strange red feather suddenly flashed and passed straight through Qianying's sword light. Many onlookers understood that it was not a physical substance, but a pure spiritual energy.

"You use the spirit to make reality, and borrow the power of death. You are still as insidious as before, old bastard." A voice came from the huge tomb. The tomb door opened, and a death knight dressed in black armor, riding a hell horse and holding a black spear walked out.

He was surrounded by a strong power of death, and the cloak behind him dragged a long, lightless black shadow, as if linking him to eternal darkness. He was a loyal follower of the God of Death and Darkness, and the first Death Knight since the birth of the Underworld.

"Whatever you say, according to the rules, this flesh and blood body is mine." The designated transcendent didn't care about the other party's ridicule at all. The abyss was surging in the depths, and a terrifying behemoth was about to be born.

The first Death Knight said calmly, "Nothing about transcendence is easy. You think too casually. Death has corroded the light of your consciousness. Otherwise, don't hold on. Be buried."

Ding!
The long sword Obsidian was drawn and slashed, and the spiritual Red Feather was killed in an instant. Then, Obsidian sank into the abyss of the underworld with terrible ripples. Suddenly, a huge noise was heard, and many surprised eyes saw a large group of red feathers flying in disorder.

Obviously the old bird suffered a great loss.

The awakened transcendent wills were in deep thought. It was just a face-to-face encounter. The mysterious woman had an extraordinary origin and extraordinary strength. She was one of the best among the transcendents.

"The world is divided into heaven and earth, yin and yang. Everything that exists must have opposition. The two swords you just slashed at the reality and the spiritual realm respectively. Your path to transcendence is indeed like this. This road is difficult to walk, and the upper limit has been broken..." The transcendent who was defeated by the gatekeeper's sword let out a heavy sigh. He seemed to understand some related fields and evaluated Qianying from his own perspective.

He continued, "Because the strongest opposing power is in the hands of the two top gods. That is the strongest force, the strongest concept. You cannot take the power away from them... and you cannot achieve godhood."

"The saddest thing for a cultivator is this: when you think you have reached the top, you suddenly find that at the end of the road stand two insurmountable mountains."

He couldn't help but sigh. Those who could become transcendent beings had once stood at the top of the world, at the top of the sky, overlooking the vastness, towering over all things, transcending the limitations of time, space and aging. Who doesn't have pride in his heart?

But the reality is cold and cruel. God, and the most powerful God at that, is not someone that the Transcendent can offend at will.

The gatekeeper Charon has no power, but he has been pressed deep into the underworld, keeping him obedient for tens of thousands of years.

“This path is very powerful, but as long as Ushir and Remidios are still here, you will not be able to break through their blockade. Your path to godhood will definitely be blocked by their laws.”

At this time, another voice of a transcendent sounded faintly: "Immortal Bloodline Morpor, you talk too much today. Is it because you haven't spoken for too long that you are suffocating and are talking too much?"

The Transcendent who was trapped in the depths of the underworld by Charon was an immortal. During his lifetime, he possessed a mysterious bloodline that made him become more frantic the more he fought. This bloodline endowed him with great power and courage, but also caused his sanity to decline frequently.

The undead Morpor laughed strangely a few times and said, "Hehe, six-winged feathered serpent... You know, those who dare to provoke the underworld almost never have a good end. They will all be humiliated. If we count the provocateurs who caused a big stir in history, it seems that only Gaunis and Rosh ran away..."

"Although my race is not human, it is similar to humans. When you are buried by Kalon, come closer to me and I will make a grave for you."

At this time, Qianying slowly returned to the light of consciousness, opened her eyes, and a strange light shone. She was silent for a while, then called back the long sword Hei Yao that had sunk into the abyss, and asked:
"Everyone, are you already dead?"

The deepest part of the underworld where there was a conversation just now suddenly fell into silence. Everyone looked at Qianying with rather strange eyes. The void where the two realms blended together once again set off a soul storm, like a raging wave soaring into the sky and then heavily smashing down.

"We are buried in the underworld. If we die, we are naturally dead." A sound came from the six-winged feathered serpent's tomb. When he moved, his own tomb split open, revealing the snow-white, huge snake bones.

It slid slowly, making a rough friction sound, as if pulling out the backbone of the earth.

“Death is a very special concept. In our world, we are sure we are dead, but now we still have consciousness, or perhaps we can say we are still alive…” the oldest voice responded.

He continued:
"The soul is born with the body. The body is the carrier of the soul. The body is the other half of the soul. If we lose our flesh and blood, we are half dead."

The undead blood Morpor said with a strange smile: "If we are allowed to return to the real world, we can still be resurrected. The essence of our souls has not yet dried up."

"Human, I know what you are thinking. The soul is a state of superposition of death and life. You are very smart to run to the underworld to experience the true meaning... But I still advise you to change your way if you have the chance, hehe... The premise is that you can retreat safely."

"As expected." Qianying nodded slightly, already understanding what her cousin-in-law meant.

In the heaven where the supreme power of life interweaves, there is the Hall of Heroes where the dead live.

However, in the final destination of everything, the underworld where the power of death spreads, there are souls that retain clear consciousness. Among them, the souls of the transcendents are the most vigorous. If you look closely, those decaying corpses can still emit a strong breath of life.

Everything is born with opposition, yet also contains cycles.

Qianying had a guess that whether Valhalla and the souls preserved intact by the light of consciousness were the key to the long-term existence of these two special places, Heaven and the Underworld.

If the underworld does not contain a trace of the true meaning of life, then all life will die in an instant, there will be no soul, the relevant cultivation system will be directly cut off, the end of life will lose its destination, and only darkness will exist forever in the underworld. If there is no trace of the power of death in heaven, then everyone who reaches heaven will obtain eternal life and eternal state, which can be said to be a step to ascension.

This is probably what my cousin's husband wanted to say, a concept that I had overlooked before.

Her path to transcendence, the law of opposition of all things, was not really completely opposite from the beginning, because they had a common source, a common point...that was herself.

Whether it is the white fang that symbolizes light or the obsidian that represents death, they are all controlled by her. Her true form is the black and white eyes of the Yin-Yang fish, which represents the coordination and cycle among opposites.

Qianying pressed her forehead with her fingers and a smile appeared on her face. She gradually sorted out many useful things and saw the road ahead clearly. If she could use the power of the two holy places of the underworld and heaven to practice, she herself, as the core of contact with the power, would definitely bring her huge benefits.

Her realm will be elevated and will be infinitely close to the level of God.

However, this will take a long time and also require the permission of the masters of the two holy places.

Moreover, what the immortal bloodline Morpor said was also true. At the end of the opposing law stood two supreme gods of power. The path of the opposing law was equivalent to being cut off, and it was almost impossible to break through their blockade and transform into a divine body.

This blockade was not intentional on their part, but was the inevitable result of their control over the primordial power. Their breakthroughs would inevitably be suppressed by the laws of the gods. It was a passive inevitability.

Even if they wanted to put away their powers, it would not work. The final step on the road to becoming a god was to return from the Primordial Sea to the correct time, thus achieving the meaning of being all-encompassing and omnipresent.

It is impossible for the two of them to put away their own laws throughout the universe at all times to prevent Qianying from colliding with their past selves... They can't do it because it will shake the foundation of order.

"My road is cut off at the end. Although I am unwilling, it is not without gain. I will think about things that are too far away later." Qianying quickly regained his composure and muttered to himself that there will be a way when the car reaches the mountain.

The next thing to do is to leave the underworld, choose a suitable place, and then make a request to the two supreme gods, asking them to allow themselves to access the power of the two holy places.

Although this will not have a negative impact on heaven or the underworld, it will still cause some inevitable fluctuations. At the same time, it is also a respect for the two supreme gods.

Qianying came to her senses and prepared to return to the real world. She would explain to Wushier what had disturbed the depths of the underworld.

Suddenly, she found that many terrifying gazes were staring at her. Those huge tombs emitting the aura of transcendence, those buried transcendents with corpses such as the six-winged feathered serpent, the first death knight, those with no corpses but only souls left such as Morpor, the most corrupt demigod souls, etc., all cast cold glances at her.

The vivid transcendent life has an extraordinary appeal to them.

The oldest and most corrupt demigod soul, a huge figure materialized outside His tomb, his tattered clothes exuding an ancient and decadent air, his true appearance could not be seen clearly, and under the hood where the face should be was a deep darkness.

He spoke majestically, "We had no hatred or resentment in the past, but we were born from life. Even if we are buried here for many years, we still yearn for the breath of the world. This is our instinct..."

"However, the depths of the underworld are forbidden places for the dead. Normally, the living cannot pass through them. Only those who transcend have the opportunity to descend..."

"Your abundant flesh and blood and the source of life are an irresistible temptation to the dead, and can relieve our hunger and thirst." The six-winged feathered serpent broke free from the grave, and its huge white skeleton rose up, circling like a white dragon flying in the sky.

"Abandon your flesh and blood, accept the erosion of death, and stay with us! I will leave a grave for you. You have a beautiful appearance, and your bones must be beautiful too." Morpor took the lead. A huge blood-colored sword rose from the grave. The fishy smell surged, carrying a crazy sense of destruction, and smashed over with the force of a huge mountain. The red blood light briefly illuminated a large area of ​​the underworld.

Other transcendents also took action together. The momentum was too terrifying. The terrifying power completely alarmed the underworld. Even powerful ones like ghosts and gods were terrified and stayed away from the deepest darkness of the underworld.

Several transcendents attacked instinctively. Only by tearing apart the other's flesh and blood and bathing in her transcendent blood could they relieve their infinite desire for the real world.

Qianying fought with all her might, her fair and beautiful face full of solemnity. The Law of Opposition cut the two major realms of matter and spirit apart, and she wanted to separate them. She wanted to stay in the real world herself and exile those who transcended into the spiritual world.

"boom!"

The water of the Yellow Springs River rolled up thousands of feet high, and dense shadows of souls flew into the sky and fell down with the river, wailing in pain. A curse wind blew from the abyss of corpses, freezing everything.

Qianying's face suddenly turned pale, and her breath weakened. Her idea did not work. It was not because she was not strong enough, but because the number of opponents was too many.

At the same time, these dead transcendents have been in the underworld for a long time, gradually blending with death and adapting to the harsh environment here. But she is different, she is still a living person.

"Stay..."

A total of five transcendent powers stirred up endless Yellow Spring water, transforming it into a boundless white soul sea, suppressing Qianying.

In the dark, there are several graves watching coldly. They also covet the flesh and blood of the living, but they instinctively feel that something is not right.

"Hey..." Qianying was exhausted and could only shout towards the sky.

The spirits of many transcendents were startled for a moment, and they all looked up. Then their pupils suddenly shrank, and the six-winged feathered serpents coiled up. What did they see? The blood-red moon of the underworld, which symbolized the power of death, had a figure standing on it.

"How is this possible! That blood moon is almost equivalent to the power of death itself." Morpor roared.

boom!
The power of the divine realm was unconcealed, overwhelming and mighty, and it suddenly fell from the top of the sky with an endless force, suppressing the several transcendents who attacked Qianying. All their attacks were destroyed in an instant.

The six-winged feathered serpent's mountain-like skeleton instantly fell to the ground, cracking open one crack after another. The first death knight fell from the hell horse, and the oldest demigod soul made a painful sound...

"Damn, God!" Morpor shouted, and then he heard a strange laughter coming from the bottom of the abyss.

"I was wondering why you suddenly stopped making any noise, old bastard. You know there are gods."