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Yin Chen stared in the direction Chen Guan had gone, and lowered his voice.

"That road was opened specifically for him."

He paused for a moment, looking around at the churning black mist.

"We can't get through it, and we have no right to interfere. It's a trial for him."

These words plunged everyone present into a long silence.

The road ahead was an unknown territory belonging solely to Chen Guan. For the first time, his companions could only remain as bystanders, and even his pet leopard could only stay there.

"Chen Guan"

An Changqing called out again, took a half step forward but then stopped abruptly, and finally spoke solemnly across the surging undercurrent.

"We're waiting for you here."

"I have something to give you when you come back."

This short sentence contains the most resolute commitment.

No matter what abyss you will face, no matter what you will eventually become, we will stay here and wait for your return.

Chen Guan withdrew his gaze from the shore. He remained silent, for An Changqing's words were indeed rather ominous.

It feels like the flags are already planted all over the place.

He cleared his mind of distractions and continued on his way.

The black river, built of endless regret, flowed silently beneath his feet. Stepping on it felt strange, not like the touch of river water, but more like silt.

The points of light on the river, representing fragments of the soul, were now obediently surrounding him, welcoming their master's inspection with gentle rhythm.

That ancient and deeply sorrowful voice continued to invade his consciousness, this time with more concrete seduction in its words.

"Can you feel it? The power you lost is returning."

"This river is the tears you have shed for countless years, this darkness is the land you have forgotten."

The ancient voice paused for a moment, then continued to echo with anticipation.

"Come back, return to your divine throne."

"You will regain everything you have lost, and those traitors and their descendants will be reduced to ashes in your judgment."

Accompanied by these seductive words, fragmented scenes replayed in his mind's eye.

It was a magnificent sight of thousands of people kneeling in devout worship, a display of the fervor of believers offering everything.

Then the scene abruptly shifts, transforming into the unrecognizable, shattered murals, and the resolute, cold chisels and axes carving into the statues of gods.

In the end, all that remains is the loneliness that settles over endless years after being abandoned by the whole world.

A massive torrent of emotions relentlessly eroded his will, and the power of resentment stirred within him, resonating strongly with the path beneath his feet paved with grudges.

It was as if the negative energy accumulated over millions of years in this entire ruin would immediately submit to his feet if he so much as raised his mind.

Chen Guan walked quietly in the darkness, listening to the echoing calls in his ears and feeling the surging power around him, his face still maintaining its initial indifference.

The road leads to a much larger underground cavern.

A massive, dilapidated altar floated in the very center of the darkness.

The base of the altar is covered with crisscrossing cracks, and the ancient runes that were once carved on its surface have long been blurred by the passage of time.

On the platform at the highest point of the altar, a chair was placed neatly.

The chair had no physical support; it was entirely composed of intertwined resentment and floated in mid-air.

It looks like a throne, with a high back and ferocious outlines carved on the armrests.

It emitted a faint, unsettling light, seemingly inconspicuous yet exuding an aura of majesty.

That is the throne of God.

It is the ultimate source of this immense regret.

Chen Guan seemed to sense something; on the surface, he felt that the master of this throne was even more like a demon than Baal.

"Get in."

That voice possessed unparalleled allure, penetrating directly into his bones and blood, resonating deep within his soul.

"Sit on me and become one with me completely."

The call from the void grew ever more urgent.

"You will be freed from your fragmented soul state, and I will shed my shell of nameless resentment. We will become one and become the true gods of this world."

At the edge of the altar, Chen Guan looked up and gazed at the divine throne that exuded endless attraction.

He could clearly sense that as long as he walked over and sat down, all his current understanding would be completely overturned.

He will gain unparalleled power, becoming the true ruler of this ancient ruin, a god born solely for revenge.

At that time, even a rare powerhouse like the White Tiger would probably be nothing in front of him; it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that he would rise to the top in one step.

The vision of punching the White Tiger and kicking Bal is within reach.

But the image that appeared in his mind at this moment was the gaze of An Changqing and the others waiting on the shore.

It is the image of Hong Yuan carrying an axe and complaining loudly, it is the original body that has fallen into a deep sleep, and it is all the bits and pieces of what she has experienced along the way as Chen Guan.

He suddenly lowered his eyes and chuckled softly, the faint sound particularly clear in the empty space.

"god?"

He parted his lips slightly and uttered a single word, both in response to that ancient voice and in questioning his own heart.

"That does sound like a very good suggestion."

The joy in that voice was so intense it almost overflowed the boundaries of darkness.

"Yes, come back, this is everything that was ever meant to be yours!"

Chen Guan slowly shook his head as he faced the dim light.

"But I have long since strayed from the realm of God."

"I am Chen Guan."

At the same moment he finished speaking, he raised his right arm and clenched it tightly in the air in front of him.

A giant scythe materialized out of thin air and was firmly grasped in his palm.

Those were the weapons that accompanied him through countless battles, the best proof of his human identity as Chen Guan as he fought step by step to this day.

The dazzling brilliance contrasted sharply with the dim light emanating from the throne.

One side represents the new life and resilience of breaking free from constraints, while the other side represents the endless years of decline and resentment.

He stopped approaching the throne, turned around, and left the sinister throne completely behind.

He raised the heavy scythe in his hand, pointing its sharp blade at the sorrowful souls that danced around him.

"I have received all the pain you have accumulated."

His voice pierced the darkness, clearly reaching every fragment of a desperate, struggling soul.

"But endless hatred cannot bring true peace."

He continued speaking, looking at the flickering spots of light.

"Once you sit in that position, this profound pain will only continue for another ten thousand years."

"Therefore, I can only ask you to rest in peace."

He swung the sickle down with a powerful swing of his arm.

Dark golden light emanated from the broad scythe, layer upon layer, but it lacked its usual sharpness, transforming into a gentle rain of light that softly sprinkled in all directions.

The points of light that were flying around seemed to find solace the moment they came into contact with the rain of light.

They ceased their restlessness and lamentations; the resentment that had lasted for millennia finally began to slowly dissipate at this moment.

Sighs filled with relief gradually drowned out the previously noisy whispers of resentment.

The black river gradually stopped its violent churning.

The viscous river water gradually thinned, eventually turning into wisps of ethereal mist that drifted into the air.