Heaven and hell were originally opposites.
Just like good and bad.
Good and evil.
But on the Book of Creation, these two seem inseparable.
Yet what does the description of the Double Dragon Jade Pendant an?
Is this heaven?
Is this hell?
Julius Reed didn’t feel hell, but inside it’s definitely heaven.
Nelson learned extrely powerful swordsmanship inside, even Julius Reed was amazed.
The True Lord from Nine Netherworlds opened his heart knot inside and saw his dream idol, Emperor Azure River.
From that mont on, the way he lived changed.
And Julius Reed, unlocked different aspects of Hiddy inside, also feeling joy.
For everyone, it’s heaven.
Hell?
What is hell?
None of the three have experienced it.
This treasure couldn’t possibly be tried by others without reason.
After all, everyone who enters gains opportunities.
Recalling Shadow Kims’ words, could what Silvio Reed saw be true back then?
Is there really hell?
The records on the Book of Creation make Julius Reed feel quite awkward.
Only what personally seen or touched, would be displayed on the pages.
And never clearly introduced.
All is as if skimming the surface, writing a bit, hiding a bit, fascinating Julius Reed, forcing him to keep exploring on his own.
The Book of Creation records people, treasures, and beasts.
Quite comprehensive.
Every peculiar person seems to be recorded there.
Including the True Lord from Nine Netherworlds, he exists on it.
Of course, what’s written are things Julius Reed already knows.
There’s no sign of Emperor Azure River wanting to show any indications.
Perhaps it’s there, but Emperor Azure River’s death and extinguishnt make it sowhat hard to find.
It’s late at night.
The Rose family estate is very quiet.
The martial artists, as per the Rose family’s requests, are obediently staying inside the house.
Everywhere outside are people from the Rose family.
After annexing the entire southeast, the Rose family’s power expanded rapidly.
They’ve gathered countless martial artists.
Among them are many experts.
In one of the rooms where personnel is held, several people are sitting.
A person in a black robe is seated in the center.
"Is the information you found reliable?" he asked.
"Black Robe Bishop, we’ve clarified that the guy nad Iwan Martinez is inside the Rose estate. Even his room number, I know it clearly."
One of the church apostles retorted angrily: "This is too outrageous, an evil martial artist is openly criticizing our church! Isn’t he seeking death?"
"Indeed, now everyone is saying, our church is a pile of shit, even if Jesus returns, he’d be nailed to the cross again! Is this tolerable?"
"But you’ve tolerated it, haven’t you?" The Black Robe Bishop picked up the teacup, smiling faintly: "If you can fight, you don’t have to tolerate it. If you can’t, you can only tolerate it. Tolerating is nothing to be ashad of."
He took a sip of tea, frowning slightly: "The Rose family in the southeast, just an empty na. This tea is truly awful."
After speaking, the Black Robe Bishop disdainfully put the teacup on the table, picked up the water cup, and rinsed his mouth.
"Bishop, this is a lower-class room. To be discreet, we reported as a small sect in the martial arts world. So the tea... is not very good," the church apostle awkwardly explained.
"No wonder."
The Black Robe Bishop sighed, "Our church was once glorious beyond compare. Looking around the martial arts world, how many forces could rival our church? But now? We’re like rats crossing the street, we don’t even dare to show our face."
"We are God’s people, yet God’s people aren’t getting fair treatnt."
"That room number, it’s correct, isn’t it?"
The Black Robe Bishop stood up.
"Correct."
The church apostles kneeled on the ground, not daring to breathe.
They knew the bishop was going to kill.
This full body of murderous intent, like the frost of November.
Straight to the bone!
"Heaven is not suitable for him." The Black Robe Bishop stood up, pushed the door open, and left in large strides. "Hell, might not be full yet."
The Rose family estate is very quiet inside.
It’s divided into multiple areas.
Each area has patrols.
"You, go back!"
The patrolling martial artist of the Rose family saw the Black Robe Bishop coming out, imdiately displeased, pointed at him, and scolded: "Quickly!"
This is the lower-class area.
It’s full of non-mainstream small sects.
Therefore, the Rose family’s martial artists treat them very rudely, often scolding, sotis even physically hitting.
In stark contrast to their politeness in the upper-class area.
Dignity must be earned by oneself.
There’s no respect that cos for nothing.
But the Black Robe Bishop seed not to hear, continuing to walk.
Iwan Martinez was very presumptuous, openly displaying his identity, living in the upper-class area.
The Black Robe Bishop needed to pass through the middle and lower-class areas to go there.
"Final warning, go back!" The patrolling martial artist of the Rose family quickly approached without politeness: "Otherwise, you’ll be expelled!"
"Are you speaking to ?" The Black Robe Bishop chuckled.
He wore a black robe, his white hair scattered on his shoulders, forming a stark contrast.
"Nonsense, you’re the only one not following the rules. If not speaking to you, who am I speaking to?"
The patrol leader walked to him, stretching out a hand wanting to place it on his shoulder.
"Rules can only be set by ."
The Black Robe Bishop acted instantly!
Crack!
This patrol leader’s arm was directly broken!
He was a Grandmaster, the lower-class area was full of non-mainstream sects, a Grandmaster was enough to hold them down.
Besides, there were a particularly large number of patrol teams here, they had over twenty patrol teams.
Dealing with a Grandmaster is too easy for the Black Robe Bishop.
"Quick, call for help!"
This Grandmaster endured the pain of a broken arm, eyes full of surprise.
The martial artists are well aware of the gap between each other.
He knew the person before him was at least Great Grandmaster level.
As for exactly how strong, it was unclear.
The whistle was blown.
The surrounding patrol teams ca with the sound.
And martial artists, whether sleeping or not, all opened their windows.
Wanting to see who dared to seek death in the Rose territory!
This plainly showed disrespect for Hu Rose.
Julius Reed also lived in the lower-class area.
He pushed open the window, saw the Black Robe Bishop.
"Very strong, seems to be soone from the church."
"Correct, an expert, and a very powerful one." The True Lord from Nine Netherworlds nodded. "Of course, I an in your era, in our ti..."
"Hold on, a hero doesn’t ntion past bravery."
Julius Reed blocked the mouth of the True Lord from Nine Netherworlds, smiled, "Church expert, seems to be looking for Iwan Martinez."
"Alas, I’m truly impressed." The True Lord from Nine Netherworlds said helplessly: "Your identity in this era is almost equivalent to the three Great Emperors of our ti. But look at you, I’ve never seen soone so powerful, enthusiastic about scheming behind the scenes."
"Being straightforward, what is that? The martial arts world isn’t about fighting and killing, it’s an intelligence test." Julius Reed jabbed the True Lord from Nine Netherworlds’ chest.
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