Chapter 1008: Chapter 1008
Capítulo 1008: Chapter 163: The God’s Curse
Great wings spread, black snow fluttered.
On the mural at the end of the Netherworld Palace, this scene was once recorded.
The traveler journeyed for hundreds of years and finally, during an exploration of the Old World, met the Netherworld King who had set out from the Five Continents.
No one knows what the two “Divine Thrones” talked about after they met.
But… this piece of history has not been lost!
The Black Gem recorded everything!
Gu Shen held his breath, fearing to disturb the transmission of the Spirit… he never expected that such important “transaction information” was hidden within this Black Gem.
According to his prior deduction, the traveler built a temple for the Netherworld King, and the Netherworld King opened a gateway for the traveler.
But after the gateway shattered, Gu Shen felt something was amiss.
The traveler did not match the accounts on the mural.
The traveler he saw was too colossal and clumsy.
The huge black-winged creature in the mental image, enveloped in a powerful Divine’s pressure, was immediately recognizable… this was a highly intelligent Extraordinary Creature!
What shocked Gu Shen the most was that the traveler could speak the language of the Five Continents!
The Netherworld King was shrouded in black mist.
He wore a large robe, and a wisp of dark flame burned above his brow.
Under the illumination of the Netherworld Fire.
He looked like a ghost immersed in a dream, with his large robe billowing, the edges fading, making him appear very unreal… this was actually because a whole Divine Domain was carried on him.
Unlike other Divine Thrones of the Five Continents, the Netherworld King had no Land of Divine Miracles; he roamed the lands, his very self being a whole army.
His Divine Domain, the Netherworld, was naturally carried with him.
Amid the howling black snow.
Within the lacquered glow of the billowing robe.
To the mundane, the Netherworld King was an unviewable black mist, a dream beyond reach.
Yet, as a fellow Divine Throne, the traveler’s gaze could clearly penetrate the robe.
Black wings gently flapped.
The traveler crossed his arms, hovering atop the mountain, patiently waiting.
In the black snow, there was a faint sound of the void breaking, the Netherworld King slowly raised his arms, and behind his billowing robe, multiple “doors” appeared. Updates are released by NoveI~Fire.net
This was the gift he brought.
“The door to the new world.”
A hint of a relaxed smile lifted under the Netherworld King’s black robe: “With this door, you can cease your travels, escape the endless chains of fate, and reach the true ‘other shore’… However, I must remind you, the place beyond this door may not be the Pure Land you have been dreaming of.”
The traveler remained calm.
He looked at the floating “doors,” without hurrying to inspect them and asked: “If I enter now… what will happen?”
“Most likely… you would die.”
The Netherworld King shrugged and frankly replied: “I am only responsible for opening the door, not for persuasion. But I can assure you, if you just take your people through, you are likely to be greeted by thousands of Source Energy Cannons… I have demonstrated the power of those things to you, although it does not compare to the Silent Annihilation Storms of the Old World, it is more than enough to annihilate those ‘Winged Servants’; your people would migrate to a new graveyard.”
The Netherworld King paused briefly, then smiled: “But that’s alright, we can continue ‘trading’… For certain non-intelligent creatures, sometimes death is a new beginning; if you want those ‘Winged Servants’ to rise again, I can assist. But that requires another ‘price.’
The traveler fell silent.
He looked at the “door,” hesitantly asking: “In the new world… how many beings like you are there? How powerful are they?”
“Including me, there are seven.”
The Netherworld King still smiled, touching his brow with his hand, he returned the question: “You should know very well; beings capable of successfully melting ‘this thing’ cannot be weak, can they?”
At this moment… perhaps due to the spiritual fragments of the “Black Gem” resonating with Gu Shen’s Spirit Sea.
He vaguely sensed the spiritual fluctuations of the Netherworld King.
Although he was smiling.
The face under the black robe seemed to be gritting its teeth… it was evident that when the Netherworld King said these words, there was a thread of resentment in his heart.
The traveler glanced at the Netherworld King.
He straightforwardly asked: “Then… out of the seven, how many are stronger than you?”
This was a sharp question.
The Netherworld King shook his head mockingly.
He squinted his eyes, speaking softly: “Are you serious?”
On top of the Black Snow Mountain, there was a moment of silence.
“With your wisdom… don’t you know what kind of thing I’m doing…”
The Netherworld King first chuckled softly, then his voice grew louder and finally a low, solemn shout: “They fear me, they banish me, they want to take away my ‘fire’… but unfortunately, they can never succeed, when the Nether River is laid, and the Pure Land takes root, among the Seven Gods, I… shall be the strongest!”
This voice set off a tide of snow across the snowy mountain peak.
Endless black snow exploded.
Invisible thunder rolled in all directions!
Even the “bystander” Gu Shen felt the immense impact.
Among the Seven Gods, I am the strongest!
What immense confidence… In other words, what Netherworld King wanted to do was equally forbidden?
The traveler watched the scene quietly.
Amid the cover of black snow, Gu Shen could not clearly see the faces of the two Divine Thrones—Divine taboos were inherently unobservable, but he vaguely felt that the aura scattered by this “traveler” felt somewhat familiar to him.
Perhaps, have I seen it somewhere before?
Could it be… a similar dream?
Such untraceable thoughts, truly impossible to find their origin.
Gu Shen continued to “observe,” and after this mild snow tide tremor, the images pieced together by the spiritual fragments became even more blurred.
“You need… endless ‘Extraordinary Essence’…”
The traveller remained silent for a moment, then slowly said, “I can provide it, but before ‘completion,’ I can only provide half.”
Wishing to construct a perfect Pure Land.
The rooting and sprouting of Suo Xuan tree is just one condition.
More importantly… the Netherworld King wants to form an “Undead Army,” under the projection of the “Pure Land Divine Domain,” for his use. This requires countless Extraordinary Essence to counter the iron rules of the Extraordinary Realm, achieving this transcending life and death miracle.
In the Five Continents, there might be a certain amount of “essence.”
But those are the “resources” firmly held by the highest seat… it is really too difficult for him to collect them.
The traveller living in the Old World possesses this most scarce “resource”… They dwell on the wasteland, battling “order collapse” for years. The first thing their entire race learns is how to collect the dispersed “Extraordinary Essence.”
The Extraordinary Essence of the Old World is vast and boundless, inexhaustible, and endless.
The Netherworld King frowned.
Endless essence, providing half… what does this mean?
Black wings gently trembled.
The traveller took out a shiny “black gem,” his voice was very clear, without any emotion, “This ‘black stone’ can accommodate endless spirits, this is the ‘half’ I am offering.”
The traveller released his hand.
The black stone floated.
“Accommodate… endless spirits?”
The Netherworld King stared at the black gem with some skepticism, he had never seen such a bizarre thing before.
This stone’s texture is somewhat like… jade?
The Old World is too vast.
As the holder of the Eighth Divine Seat, the abilities and knowledge that the traveller possesses… happen to be the missing piece in the Five Continents.
“The reason I say this is ‘half’ is because this item can prove I can produce a divine object that can accommodate ‘endless essence’…” the traveller said, “If you want to pave the Nether River, then use this ‘black stone’ as the core, no matter how enormous the spirit you inject, it will not be overwhelmed.”
The Netherworld King took the black gem and gently pinched it.
The picture was silent.
Obviously, at this moment, he accepted the black stone, somewhat disbelieving, but as he injected spirit… a hint of a smile appeared on the face beneath the black robe.
The Netherworld King murmured, “I will keep this ‘black stone’. These [doors], I will leave them here.”
“Very well, then next comes the second half of the transaction—”
The traveller calmly said, “To ensure you will help us return home… I think we should still make a vow, as usual, to ensure the ‘immaculate’ nature of the transaction.”
Link with kindling and “destiny” to make a vow.
For the Divine Seat, this is the best and fastest way to gain trust from the other party.
The Netherworld King smiled, “Only this time… how about we change the method?”
The traveller slightly frowned, “Change the method, what method do you want to change to?”
The Netherworld King gently stated, “To me, even a vow linked with destiny is not trustworthy… I don’t trust anything in this world, I only believe in the fear within the hearts of creatures.”
“…” The traveller remained silent.
“So, I hope to ensure the success of the second half of the transaction with a ‘curse’ method.” The Netherworld King smiled, “We use ‘kindling’ to cast a curse and accept each other’s curse… If anyone breaks the oath, the curse will be triggered, and they will swallow the evil fruit.”
This transaction, having reached halfway, actually cannot retreat.
It’s just that the condition proposed by the Netherworld King is more extreme, and more… sharp.
Unexpectedly, the traveller did not hesitate at all and agreed directly.
The Netherworld King first spoke, he said faintly, “I cast a curse with ‘Netherworld Fire’. If the oath is broken, you will lose the kindling, your body will shatter, spirit will be annihilated, all things you care for will be gone, you will lose everything, even residual consciousness will still be entangled by bad luck, unable to escape forever.”
What is said is true.
After the Netherworld King spoke, a wisp of Netherworld Fire surged out, swirling on the Black Snow Mountain.
“I accept this curse.”
At the moment the traveller spoke.
The Netherworld Fire shot out, striking his forehead.
The traveller, in similar words, quietly said, “In the name of ‘traveller’, I lay a curse… If the oath is broken, then you will lose the kindling, your body will shatter, spirit will be annihilated, all things you care for, such as the ‘Nether River’, ‘Pure Land’, will be gone, you will lose everything, and be unable to reclaim it forever!”
Giant black wings rolled, stirring endless snow aura.
One wisp after another of black light formed on the Black Snow Mountain top.
The Netherworld King gazed directly at the black glow, smiling, “I accept.”
He released his spirit, allowing this wisp of curse to pierce into his Spirit Sea.
The contract took effect.
The black gem vibrated violently.
A beam of black light shot skyward, shattering the Skytop.