Reverse flow of the Yellow Springs

'Damn it, it'll explode again!'

Amidst the roar of the Supreme Being of the Underworld, the entire battlefield was subjected to invasion and devastation.

Countless dead were annihilated by nothingness, and even the River Styx was repelled.

Too much power was forcibly compressed, and when it went out of control, even the Supreme Being paled.

The moment of the outbreak is the beginning of the apocalypse!
Centered on the point of explosion, a destructive ring, indescribable in words, silently expanded at an unimaginable speed.

Space, like fragile glass, shattered, collapsed, and vanished inch by inch, revealing an even more chaotic and violent void turbulence behind it.

These cracks were not static, but like greedy black lightning, they spread and intertwined wildly in all directions, forming a deathly spider web that covered the entire battlefield and was constantly breaking and rebuilding!

The River Styx, which symbolizes the order of death and carries countless souls, was actually repelled by this pure and unreasonable force of annihilation!
A huge section of the riverbed instantly "dried up," revealing a dark riverbed covered with cursed marks, which was then completely flattened by the subsequent surging torrent of destruction!
Those who perished in the epicenter of the explosion didn't even have time to utter a wail before turning into nothingness and dust, completely erased from existence.

Those who were a little further away were swept by the spreading ring of destruction, like wax figures thrown into a furnace of purgatory, leaving only a last trace of fear that flashed by in the turbulent energy flow.

At this moment, numbers became meaningless; countless dead were annihilated in an instant. Only within the underworld, a supreme being, countless light-years away, let out an angry roar!

Meanwhile, the champions retreated to the Crimson Great Wall, watching as that terrifying power unleashed its most dazzling form.

The terrifying power even caused the Crimson Great Wall to shatter, but fortunately, its power had been greatly weakened.

"That's incredible. Theoretically, when so many different divine energies collide, they should either devour each other or cancel each other out. Yet, it was forcibly contained together." The first champion pondered, "Gravity alone couldn't have done that. It would have exploded while being rubbed by hand."

"Even the unorthodox sects couldn't do this."

"Ninth Brother, what have you made?"

The fourth-generation champion's eyes flashed as he quickly analyzed Li Yelai's Nightfall.

"Gravity, space, and fusion?"

"Is it a mythical mimicry of the Kunpeng?"

"To unleash this ability, one must be like Lao Jiu, mastering multiple abilities from different paths and being able to completely integrate them together."

"At the same time, it must possess multiple divine qualities to make its power even greater. If other divine qualities are infused into it..."

"Coincidentally, Lao Jiu's background is mixed, and he has borrowed the power of the four Chaos Gods."

The champions analyzed the power of this move, but in any case, they had no intention of taking this attack.

It contains the divinity of the four Chaos Gods, as well as the divinity of the eight champions, the doll, the Queen of Fear, and other overlords. It even contains the death power of the Styx itself, forcibly torn apart.

With so much divinity being released at the same time, even a supreme being might not want to withstand it head-on.

But the Supreme Being of the Underworld had no other choice!
The underworld, the foundation upon which their power rests and which has been built over countless eons, lies right behind them!
That is the anchor of their existence, the source of their strength.

They had nowhere left to retreat, so they could only grit their teeth and fight on!
In the terrifying destructive force, Centaur Supreme's two arms were broken, and his lower body's hooves twisted and bent.

Trilobite Supreme's carapace cracked open, especially the cracks torn open by the seventh champion, which expanded rapidly at this moment.

The Supreme Dragon was in an even worse state, its scales shattered, its rotting flesh stripped away to reveal its dark skeleton.

Their legion of the dead suffered heavy losses, with only the legion in the distance surviving.

In the final underworld, amidst terrifying fluctuations, thick barriers of psionic energy unfolded, but under the destructive power, these barriers shattered one by one.

Several cracks also appeared on the pure white stone pillars of the underworld.

This attack nearly destroyed the entire underworld.

"Ahhh!"

From the depths of the underworld came a roar containing endless pain, humiliation, and madness!
That was the will of the Styx! A terrifying aura erupted at that moment, causing even the calamity fog to tremble!

The rulers of the underworld roared in anger, only to see the champions attack once again.

While you are sick, I will kill you!
The human champions launched a righteous brawl!

This time, mortally wounded, they understood that they were no longer capable of facing the champion's wrath. The three Supreme Beings were already severely injured; the only one still capable of fighting was likely the Spear-Throwing Supreme Being, who remained in the Underworld. They were no match for the champion!
Without any hesitation, they turned and rushed towards the underworld.

Three supreme beings, facing a group of overlords, were actually forced to flee, and the one who severely injured them was a mere ant at the sixth level of enlightenment. What an utter disgrace!
But no matter how much they cursed and hated in their hearts, they did not hesitate in the slightest when they acted.

Centaur's broken arm hung limply, and its remaining hooves burst forth with a ferocious divinity, shattering the dark ground. With each step, it caused its already twisted lower limbs to splatter with stardust-like blood and flesh.

The cracks on the trilobite's supreme carapace burst and widened as it moved at high speed, with fragments falling like rain, yet daring not to linger for even a moment, all in order to reach the core as quickly as possible.

The Supreme Death Dragon dragged its shattered skeletal body, its decaying wings whipping up a chilling wind of despair, yet its speed was anything but slow, leaving a long trail of death trails of black bone dust behind it.

Now that things have come to this, they have no way to defeat the champion and must activate their final plan!

They are not demons of terror, but Styx Undead summoned from the illusory realm by Styx Messenger, who is a demon of terror, using himself as a coordinate, at the right place and the right time.

They are the inevitable calamities, the destiny this world must experience! How can they be so easily erased?
They had waited for countless eons to finally find this opportunity, so why would they give it up?
They will let the River Styx flood the world, leading countless legions to face the end! They cannot fall here!

Humans, you bastards!
The venomous thoughts, like a tangible curse, swept across the entire battlefield. Why couldn't they, like other beings, obediently sink into the River Styx and become part of their army?

"Humans! Join us in returning to the River Styx!" roared the supreme being of the Underworld, his body instantly ignited: "My Lord!"

The inaugural champion frowned, his expression subtly changing.

His champion cape fluttered wildly, and his aura suddenly surged!

Not only him, but the second, third and even seventh generation champions all had their auras surging wildly!

Faced with some indescribable, terrifying threat, they simultaneously made the most risky decisions.

But on the throne in the deepest part of the underworld, a phantom figure appeared.

His existence exists between reality and illusion, like a silhouette outlined by the deepest waters of the Styx River.

Its figure was not tall, and even appeared somewhat slender and blurry, as if it might dissipate into the eerie light of the underworld at any moment.

He has no facial features, no specific physical characteristics, only a deep, dark outline that swallows all light, sitting quietly on the throne that symbolizes the supreme power of the underworld.

But the moment He appeared...
Time seemed to freeze!

At that moment, everything in the world was frozen in time.

That is the will of the River Styx, the embodiment of death. It is also the last line of defense for the Underworld!

'Has fate been altered?' This time, the Styx was supposed to rage for three years, and after three years, break through the calamity fog and become a forbidden zone, He murmured, unsure why fate had been changed, why He had been forced to use this final means. But even if fate had changed, He had to act.

The Styx Messengers have long since perished; the Styx Messenger in the calamity fog is the last messenger in this world.

This is Styx's last chance, and He cannot give up now.

Even if the cost is enormous, He must leave behind the Underworld. Even if it's just the River Styx, they can still rise again.

However, within this still space, ripples of shattering energy emanated.

Those were human champions, their capes seemingly breaking free from stillness.

At the same time, their aura grew stronger and stronger!
"Is that so? Forcibly advancing to the Supreme level? Well, you were already peak overlords, and although the time wasn't right, you dared to take the risk." He uttered a chilling voice: "I see no trace of you in the destiny I see. Why are you here? Are you the variables of fate?"

No one responded to him; only the ever-growing psychic energy echoed in the still world.

The figure of the first champion trembled slightly.

Then, his eyes shifted, staring intently at 'He'.

The next moment, seven streams of spiritual energy roared and surged!

This alarmed a strange entity in a far corner of the world.

Are there champions aiming for the highest rank? And more than one?

Li Yelai stared in shock at everything that was imprisoned before him. In his view, the underworld emitted a faint light, and time seemed to stand still.

Only Li Yelai, for reasons unknown, broke free from the restraints and became the only human capable of moving in this space.

"What's going on? Time imprisonment?" Li Ye looked at the dolls beside him, Candle Night and Dawn.

They showed no reaction, as if they were sealed within this space.

This reminded Li Ye of Mr. Ying, whose first transaction with him seemed to have been similar.

"Is this Styx's doing?" Li Yelai's heart sank. "And why wasn't I affected? Is it Mr. Shadow?"

"Mr. Ying, are you planning to give me time to think about the deal?" Li Yelai asked.

However, Mr. Shadow did not respond.

Weird, so weird.

But Li Yelai had no time to think further. He spread his golden wings, activated the Shadow Army, and flew towards the Underworld at top speed.

Whatever the reason, the underworld is clearly going to put up a final stand.

Moreover, humanity is currently unable to resist them, and even human champions are similarly imprisoned.

Perhaps there is only one option left.
Li Yelai reversed the God and Demon Stele, and the ultimate malice descended!
Deep within the Underworld, He rose from His throne. Having mastered the powers of all the dead swallowed by the River Styx, He was now invincible. The price, however, was the inevitable shattering of the Underworld and a prolonged period of weakness. Some of the dead must be allowed to survive, to protect the last embers, until the Underworld surges once more!
But those seven auras were growing stronger, so He had to deal with these unstable factors in advance.

However, in the next moment.

He sensed an extremely ominous feeling. The already damaged underworld became even more precarious, with cracks spreading rapidly.

What is this? For the first time, the will of the Styx showed surprise.

Then, He saw the rapidly approaching figure, and saw Li Yelai coming alone.

How could this be? A peak champion is one thing, but how could a sixth-level awakening ignore the authority of the Styx River? Has the will of the Four Gods descended?

wrong!

The Styx Will keenly sensed unease; a certain aura that He instinctively loathed and resisted was spreading, even contending with His divinity.

That was an existence that He loathed even more than the Chaos God!

As Li Ye approached, He could clearly sense it. Cause and effect were in chaos, fate was being altered, and misfortune was descending.
Disgust, aversion, resistance, hatred—the Styx's will could not comprehend the origin of these instincts.

Why would I have such feelings towards a mere human being with only six senses?

But we must not let him get close, and we must not let him die here.

This is an instinctive warning from the Styx's will.

Li Yelai also saw the existence deep within the River Styx.

With just one glance, Li Yelai felt his life rapidly slipping away. His gaze seemed to carry an instant death effect.

"This is it," Li Yelai felt an instinctive resistance when facing the embodiment of death.

That is the fear and aversion of death felt by living beings.

But the champion's cape fluttering wildly behind him reminded him that he had to kill Him here!
My friends and compatriots, my comrades and comrades-in-arms are all here!
“Mr. Ying!” Li Yelai, who was preparing to make the deal, suddenly felt a strong resistance.

A certain mindset is doing everything it can to prevent him from making a deal with Mr. Shadow.

Mr. Shadow, on the other hand, let out a mocking laugh.

'Get out of here, you filthy thing!' The will of the Styx roared in that instant.

However, it was also in that instant.

The Styx consciousness heard a strange sound, the clanging of chains, coming from afar.

He turned around in surprise and saw a figure crossing the blood-red Great Wall, walking across the battlefield, stepping into the River Styx, and arriving in the Underworld.

It passed over Li Yelai in mid-air and came to stand before Him.

There was no fluctuation, as if its very existence was a mistake. Only the sound of the chains clashing and intertwining indicated 'his' presence.

That's a human? No, it's a fake demon!
It's a future that some human being fears, but it's a false future, it doesn't exist!

But in that instant, the instinct to resist transformed into tangible fear.

That's not something that should exist in this world!
The will of the Styx erupted in an instant. It wielded the power of the Styx, the abilities of the dead. The abilities of all the dead absorbed by the Styx would become its own!
“waaaaaaa”

The powerful reality-distorting ability is on full display once again!

The first thing He used was the orc leader's ability!
However, the response to Him
Even more powerful reality distortion capabilities!
"waaaaaaa" (End of Chapter)