Douluo Continent: I, Huo Yuhao, am the Master of Spirit

Chapter 343 The Master of Spirit Elbows the Will of the Universe
At the edge of the border lies a long river that seems to stretch endlessly, its end appearing to connect with boundless darkness.

Countless glimmers of light fell into the rushing river without creating a ripple, and the glimmers of light traveled along the long river into the depths of darkness.

Like arrows released from a bow, carrying starlight, they pierce the gaping maw of the abyss, rushing headlong toward the end of destiny.

This space is not lonely; the soul of every deceased shines upon it. However, it is very cold, perhaps even colder than the far north. The sunlight of reality cannot reach the underworld at the bottom of the world.

This is truly a place where there is no light of day, but it is in this cold underworld that all living beings are given the final equality—equality in death.

"This is the end of the border. Crossing this line means saying goodbye to reality and heading to the end of the world."

"The long river in front of us, which carries countless souls, is the external projection of the River Styx; the real River Styx is not here."

As Xia Die gazed at the magnificent scene before her, her amethyst-like eyes reflecting the surging light, a question now lay before her.

"Lord Youming, how can I cross this boundary?"

"Do I also need to step into this long river and then drift downstream?"

Upon hearing this, the Netherworld Butterfly shook its head vigorously, like an electric fan, and hurriedly said:

"Absolutely not!"

"The temperature of this river has surpassed that of ice!"

"Your Excellency, you must have heard the story of a drowning person grasping at a straw with all their might, right?"

"Even the best swimmers wouldn't dare to rescue a drowning person rashly, because life's desire to live is almost endless."

"The same applies to the long river before you. You should know that the real world is not gentle at all, whether it is towards soul beasts or humans."

"Only a minority of people are able to face death with equanimity. Most people curse death because they have experienced far too much injustice and despair in reality."

"These negative emotions still exist in the soul, and there are so many negative emotions that they can solidify into something substantial. Through various coincidences, they are nourished by the primordial energy of heaven and earth and become ghosts."

"Of course, this situation is rare, and even if it does occur, it won't cause much of a stir. There are quite a few Soul Masters or Soul Beasts with dark or evil attributes in the real world."

"Ghosts are a gift from nature to them."

"Therefore, great God, I implore you not to step into this long river full of drowning people for the time being."

"One wrong move and you could really be doomed."

Xia Die pursed her lips, squatted down, and gently touched the long river in front of her with her fingertips. The low temperature, almost comparable to the extreme snow of Sister Su Tong, penetrated her soul from her fingertips.

The long river rippled from my fingertips; with just a light touch, countless hideous ghost faces emerged from the riverbed, howling and yearning for the warmth of the living.

"That's why I want to become the god of death."

"Reality is full of injustice and sadness."

“I am already lucky enough. My father, my two brothers, Sister Su Tong, Sister Audrey, Dr. Roman, Jin Bao and other companions who are willing to accompany me, as well as Shadow Cat, have all worked together to build a wall for me that isolates me from the dark side of the world.”

"Inside the walls, people shared with me the few remaining moments of warmth in the world, pretending that the world was such a wonderful place."

"I am truly grateful to them for showing me the gentler side of the world."

"Life is indeed so unfair, and it is precisely because of the unfairness of life that equality in death is especially important."

"If I could truly become the god of death, I would wish that death could be more beautiful."

Butterfly's voice echoed across the long river. The golden bone claw rune on her forehead shone brightly, and pure death power emanated from her fingertips. No matter how pure the death power was, it was cold and profound.

But at this moment, the Netherworld Butterfly actually felt warmth in the power of death. The golden light was like a drop of ink falling into clear water, and the entire river began to turn golden.

The gold began to spread from his fingertips and continued until the end of the boundless darkness.

The bitter cold in the long river began to melt, and warmth gradually filled every drop of water.

The ghostly face rising from the riverbed gradually relaxed in the abundant warmth, its painful howls and desperate cries turning into a low murmur of relief.

"Thank you."

"Thank you."

"Thank you, gentle god."

"Death can be so warm."

"Thank you for freeing us."

"So warm."

"It feels like I'm back home."

"Mother……"

"........."

In the originally desolate dark space, countless sounds rose from the river, and the golden river rippled with countless waves. Those waves overlapped and resembled surging gilded gold.

The Netherworld Butterfly was speechless with shock. Their clan had guarded this place for thousands of years. It was as if time had stood still here, and changes here were distorted.

Coldness and loneliness are the main themes here, while danger and terror are synonymous with the long river.

The Netherworld Butterfly Clan certainly knew how many souls, unable to reach the underworld, were buried in this long river.

These souls were either incomplete or burdened by too much negative emotion, sinking to the bottom and suffering the ravages of death. Now, these souls are released in warmth and begin to flow along the golden river, heading towards their final resting place.

Soon, countless points of light slowly rose from the golden ripples, attracting the attention of the Netherworld Butterfly.

Its soul's instincts made it crave these points of light intensely, as if they were something extremely important.

If Huo Yuhao or Roman and others were to come here, they would immediately recognize that it is the power of faith, the power of faith with extremely high purity.

To generate this level of faith power, one must at least be a true fanatic. A deity doesn't have many believers of this level at all; most deities rely on quantity rather than quality.

Now, this high-purity faith almost fills the entire space. If Tang San saw it, he would probably be so envious he'd cry.

Not only was the Netherworld Butterfly shocked, but the Goddess of Life, who had been spying on the divine trials, was also shocked.

As a deity, the Goddess of Life has a deeper understanding of faith, even though she is a native deity of the divine realm.

"This amount of high-purity faith is enough to initially condense a divine position."

"Even if this child doesn't gain the approval of the Death God, he will one day forge his own Death God throne. He is simply a born Death God."

"So the power of death can be this warm? If the power of death could always be this warm, I wouldn't be so at odds with the God of Death."

"Hehe, I've really struck gold!"

The Goddess of Life realized that she had truly struck gold this time; the warm power of death could perfectly combine with the power of life.

In other words, under the influence of the force of balance, the positions of life and death may merge directly to form a completely new divine throne.

The fusion of life and destruction is creation, but what rules the fusion of life and death symbolizes is unknown to the goddess of life.

However, she knew very well that this new divine position would definitely surpass everyone's understanding, and might even reach the realm that the Dragon God dreamed of.

As the former holder of the position of Goddess of Life, the Goddess of Life can also benefit from it and experience a completely new concept of life.

Just as the Goddess of Life was about to help Xia Die gather these beliefs, she noticed that the golden bone claw on her forehead shone brightly.

Countless golden points of light were swept up by an invisible vortex and converged into a single point above the golden river.

The compressed golden light resembled a sun suspended in space.

When the golden light dissipated, a spark resembling a starry sky appeared in the spot, with golden bone claw marks on it.

The Goddess of Life widened her eyes in the Divine Realm Committee and hurriedly used divine trials to guide the spark into Xia Die's body.

This spark is the embodiment of the power of life and death, a projection of the intersection of the two rules of life and death.

From that point on, life exists within death, and death exists within life; the two can no longer be separated.

The Goddess of Life sensed the addition of the concept of death to the position of God of Life, and the divine power of life began to change.

Originally, she and Xiao Zi had the possibility of having children because of Bai E's true meaning of destruction. Now, with life and death intertwined, she could completely contain the divine power of destruction.

If they wanted to have children now, it would be even easier for them than for normal deities.

"I really owe her a huge favor."

The Goddess of Life pursed her lips. After returning home today, she planned to search her house to see how many divine artifacts she could find, and then give them all to Xia Die.

At this moment, at the boundary between life and death, the butterfly that had merged with the fire felt a special change within itself.

"Demi god."

The voice of the Goddess of Life entered her spiritual sea. This demigod was not the demigod above the Limit Douluo, but a demigod in the sense of the rules.

Although Xia Die is only level 37 at the moment, any being that walks the path of darkness and death may be brought to its knees in the face of Xia Die.

This is a dimensional attack from the perspective of rules and concepts. Someone like Ye Xishui, whose power of death might directly betray Xia Die and turn against them.

It might even self-destruct and turn into a giant fireworks show.

Even Long Xiaoyao's dark power would be distorted to some extent.

At the same time, the will from the universe was attracted by the special existence of the Butterfly, and with only instinct remaining, it conveyed a divine message to this demigod who represented the rules of life and death.

"At the end of the sea of ​​flowers, the souls of the living will warm your fingertips..."

"After the embrace, comes eternal separation."

This was not a good oracle. Before Xia Die could receive the oracle, an even more majestic will descended upon the place, and the original oracle began to become blurred.

"At the end of the sea of ​​flowers, life...the soul will warm your...sharp..."

"After the embrace, there is... then..."

Suddenly, Xia Die felt a warm embrace, filled with a familiar scent—something she longed for most.

A very familiar voice issued a divine decree to her.

"At the end of the sea of ​​flowers, the souls of the living will warm your fingertips."

"After embracing, life and death will never be separated again."

(End of this chapter)