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

Chapter 349 Crowning as Lord of the Underworld
Simple vision could no longer penetrate the thick, dark purple mist, which resembled a black hole standing at the end of the River Styx, ruthlessly devouring all matter and energy.

Countless souls followed their instincts and stepped into the boundless darkness. At the end of the darkness was the final place of reincarnation, where souls would not get lost, and the power of death would lead them forward.

The purple dragon slowly descended at the end of the River Styx, then folded its wings, lowered its head, and allowed the butterfly to follow its head and once again set foot on land.

Behind them, the River Styx had turned completely golden, and the power of death was no longer synonymous with coldness and darkness; it now contained the concept of life.

The golden River Styx brought life, and an endless sea of ​​flowers replaced the barren land. The fragrance of the flowers, which gathered spirits and souls, permeated the land of the underworld, and countless souls sang praises to the Crown Prince of the Underworld and lauded this newborn sun.

When Xia Die stood before the dark purple mist, countless undead suppressed the impulses deep within their souls, stopped in their tracks, and stood behind Xia Die, none of them daring to overstep their bounds.

Douluo Continent is a world where feudalism prevails and the concept of nobility is extremely distorted, comparable to the Naruto series next door.

After the Spirit Hall was destroyed, this ideology became even more deeply rooted in people's hearts. You must know that Tang San was a feudalist warrior with firm beliefs.

It was only after the emergence of the Magic Network that this concept was once again significantly challenged.

The souls that can currently reach the end of the River Styx are all from the time when the Spirit Hall was destroyed ten thousand years ago. If Tang San were to come here, he might recognize a few familiar faces.

Many souls during this period had already been baptized by the Tang Sect's ideology, and the beginnings of ideological constraints were beginning to emerge.

However, in a sense, this also made it easier to manage these souls. Under the dual constraints of the rules of the underworld and feudal concepts, few spirits dared to disrespect Xia Die.

Under the watchful eyes of countless undead, Xia Die stretched out her arm, her fingers gently plunging into the dark purple mist that resembled an abyss.

The golden light instantly spread, and the power of death at the end of the River Styx began to alter the underlying logic.

The spread was rapid; the entire underworld seemed to suddenly have a golden sun, burning fiercely at its edge and radiating light.

Under the blazing sun, all the spirits of the underworld shone brightly, making those unaware of the situation think that this was heaven rather than the underworld.

The blazing sun at the end of the River Styx seems to accelerate time by hundreds of millions 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 cool blue-purple hues. A pale blue crescent moon rose at the edge of the underworld.

The crescent moon has no physical form; it is the purest, most compressed power of death. Its light is both soft and clear, visible to all the spirits of the underworld. It floats silently in the underworld sky, guiding them in their direction.

At this moment, the end of the underworld is no longer concealed, and a phantom dark purple throne stands at the very end of all ends.

That is the most mysterious place of rebirth in the underworld, maintained by the Throne of Death itself, supporting the cycle of reincarnation throughout the world.

All the dead felt a tremor from the bottom of their hearts. Whether they were level 99 Limit Douluo in life or ordinary people with no soul power, they were all intimidated by the Death Throne's indignation.

Apart from Xia Die, all the other undead found it difficult to even muster the courage to look directly at the throne of death, while Xia Die felt an immense attraction.

Polykes transformed into human form, his bare, white feet stepping on the still-warm earth.

The azure power of death descended from the waning moon, transforming into two hands that grasped the two women, leading them onto the path to the throne of gods.

Under the watchful eyes of all the spirits of the underworld, a magnificent sea of ​​flowers gradually bloomed in the land of the dead. Blue requiem flowers drooped their stamens, and the leaves moved without wind, playing ethereal music.

The music disregarded the reduction in space, echoing in every corner of the underworld. The golden River Styx surged with waves, creating golden sprays that provided chords for this symphony.

The magnificent music is etched deep within the souls of all the departed, soothing the suffering of reality and embracing the new life after death.

At the end of the sea of ​​flowers, the Throne of Death is surrounded by countless flowers, its fragrance filling the air.

Polycia stopped and said to Xia Die:

"Sister, sit down."

"This is the end of death."

Huo Yuhao appeared beside Polycia at that moment, gently patted her head, and looked 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 you are alive or dead, we are all proud of you.”

At the end of the sea of ​​flowers, surrounded by fragrance, Xia Die revealed a bright smile. She gently rushed into Huo Yuhao's arms, feeling that familiar breath and warmth, his strong muscles still so reassuring.

The souls of the living warmed her fingertips.

"Thanks………"

"Thank you... for giving me a home." After a tight embrace, Diebao's soft, pointed ears swayed slightly. She stood in front of Huo Yuhao, nodded to everyone, and then stepped onto the Throne of Death.

The moment she sat down, the underworld began to tremble, the God of Death rejoiced, and the power of death surrounded Xia Die.

The golden River Styx and the deep blue moon join forces to create a brand new symphony.

The little planet spirit located on the inner side of the planet suddenly noticed that the underworld, which had remained silent since its birth, began to tremble, and the long-accumulated spiritual power began to flow. A brand-new will was changing the underlying logic of death.

The little planet spirit smiled, releasing the restraints and letting things develop as they pleased. She was delighted that someone could bring new life to the underworld, especially since this person wasn't some invasive alien species with the surname Tang.

Even the Goddess of Life, far away in the divine realm, felt the tremor of the God of Life's position. The rules of life took the initiative to manifest, tightly intertwining with a purplish-black rule.

Even if that purplish-black rule wasn't particularly pleased.

The Goddess of Life understood immediately. She stopped searching for the divine artifact and took the initiative to lift the restrictions on the God of Life's position. She used the central hub of the divine realm to open a back door, allowing the power of life to flow into the lower realm.

Everyone in the entire Douluo Continent saw a green aurora covering the sky, containing an extremely rich life force.

In the winter of Douluo Continent, new buds sprouted from the snow-covered land, and countless life forces scattered across the mortal world, nurturing countless rare treasures and nourishing countless living beings.

In the Douling Empire, the various factions, whose brains were practically fried from fighting, surprisingly chose to cease hostilities and gaze at the aurora borealis filling the sky.

"Hahaha!!!"

"This level of life force...it's divine will!"

"This is an auspicious sign! My beloved ministers, quickly draft an edict to proclaim it to the world! This is the mandate of heaven!"

Chen Hanhai, dressed in a dragon robe, looked excitedly at the sky. The sea demon and sea dragon beside him exchanged a glance and began to converse in the Amon network.

"With such a high concentration of life force, what happened on the divine realm?"

"Who knows? It could also have been our sister who did it. Didn't Father say she became a demigod of life and death?"

"Never mind all that for now. Our clan leader gets into character so quickly, he's already mastered the little tricks of being an emperor."

“He can’t be this happy. We’ve forgotten to prevent him from getting arrogant. It’s time to put him under some pressure. The army fighting Caesar can afford to make some strategic mistakes.”

"By the way, how is the parasitism process on Haiming going?"

"It'll be soon. He'll be carrying our martial spirit with him every day. In two and a half months, he'll become one of us."

At this moment in the underworld, the power of death and the power of life intertwine. Under the balance of the Tiger Talisman, a power called reincarnation begins to be born, and from then on, life and death can no longer be separated.

Once Xia Die fully masters the positions of the God of Life and the God of Death, she will be able to completely reconcile life and death, and the position of the God of Reincarnation will be born as a result.

The perfect fusion of two god-king-level divine positions would never be inferior to the creation formed 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 level of authority within it.

A large, dark purple stone book and a foot-long gold pen cast in gilded gold appeared before Xia Die.

That great book represents the end of death, the ultimate artifact, the Book of the End, which can determine the destined end of all things and symbolizes the authority of the Lord of the Underworld.

The golden pen symbolizes the aspect of death and rebirth; it is a divine artifact, the starting point of life, capable of defining the rebirth of the deceased, and symbolizing the gentleness of the lord of the underworld.

Xia Die gently accepted the two divine artifacts. After a slight tremor, the artifacts entered her spiritual sea, awaiting their master's use.

At the same time, a verdant branch appeared in Xia Die's hand.

"The second test of the God of Life is complete. The reward is a branch from the Ancient Tree of Life."

"The third test of the God of Life begins, re-establishing the rules of the underworld. Reward: the Fountain of Life."

A wisp of power emanated from the Death God's position, circling the branch of life a few times before trembling as if mocking the life goddess's stinginess.

The Goddess of Life, far away in the divine realm, felt the provocation through divine testing 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, except for the God of Death!
She turned her head and continued to rummage through the treasure vault of life, searching for a suitable divine artifact. If all else failed, she would break off a section of her original body's branch, nurture it with the divine power of life, have Xiao Zi temper it with the divine lightning of destruction, and finally have the second-level divine craftsman god cooperate to forge a new divine artifact.

We must not lose the throne of death, no matter who we lose to.

(End of this chapter)