In the civilization of every kingdom, in the culture of every race, there is invariably ntion of a legendary realm, a place that is the destination of life, the answer to death, the agreed endpoint of all things in the world.
Its na is, Level Six of Hell!
Sinners suffer in Hell, while the virtuous rest in eternal sleep, but few ponder one question—people are born continuously, yet the dead do not disappear. If the Level Six of Hell truly exists, if it can indeed accommodate all the dead, how vast must it be?
Now, the answer is here.
At the mont the Double Hell descended, the soul body Rajesh had just constructed, along with his four sky-covering Void Wings, were instantly shattered, turned to ash.
Yet this ti, Ash was not in a hurry. Sure enough, a few seconds later, new Void Wings and a new soul body appeared. Four wings bigger and more dazzling than before blossod in brilliance, trying to halt the fall of the Double Hell.
However, Vishi raised an eyebrow: "If he still hasn’t realized it, he’ll have to stop here and return to the Sea of Knowledge as a promising Void Realm creature."
"Why?" Ash asked, "Is it impossible for him to resist the pressure of the Double Hell?"
"He can, but his thod is wrong." Vishi said leisurely, "If he doesn’t know what’s truly bearing the weight of Hell, the Double Hell will absolutely crush him."
Indeed, no matter how expansive Rajesh’s Four-winged wings grew, even if they could wrap around the contour of the lower Hell, the Double Hell continued to slowly descend.
While it was unclear what constituted failure, it was obvious that Rajesh was moving farther away from success.
A faint sadness spread in the hearts of the mages. Though their positions differed and relations were hostile, stepping into the Divine Domain was a common goal for all mages. Watching Rajesh about to suffer a crushing defeat here, the others couldn’t help but feel a sense of despondency.
Only Vishi remained full of fighting spirit.
"Thousands of years have passed, yet the Promotion Ceremony hasn’t changed much. Great, my experience still counts."
Ash couldn’t help but sound a little sour: "For you, promoting to Demigod must be very easy, right?"
"I keep telling you, stop just groping along, can you at least listen to a bit?" Vishi said with so irritation. "I’ve always been unwilling to deduce this Secret Poison because the Demigod Promotion Ceremony is too dangerous, so dangerous that it spells certain death even for . Let alone now, when all my assets have dwindled down to just a Knowledge-bound Fire Technique Spirit, even during the two tis I adequately prepared for promotion before, I barely survived, narrowly escaping death each ti."
"His current outco is exactly the fate you and I would face in the future. I’m destined to accompany you, my foolish master, to our death."
"If it wasn’t that your ribs are as fragile as chicken bones, I’d definitely kick you away," Ash seethed, clenching his teeth, all the while tending to his wounds, "But why don’t you look afraid?"
Vishi eyed him as if he were a fool: "Have you forgotten that I have a soul jar in reality?"
"...Oh right, you have a second life," Ash suddenly realized, "So...ha, this ans you will ultimately succeed, I will die with you, and after you revive, you will surely break free from the ruby chains."
"As expected of the Ghost Prophet, I’m truly no match for you."
Ash’s tone was calm, betraying no joy or anger.
Vishi stared at him, a slight smile on his lips: "Feeling angry? Why can soone as evil and selfish as survive, while soone like you, who desires only simple happiness, has to die?"
"No." Ash paused for a mont, "Not completely absent, there’s still a bit."
"But I am very clear, if it weren’t for you, we would already be dead by now. Even though death may co in the future, this stretch of life was gained thanks to your efforts, and I should be grateful instead of resentful."
"My only regret is not being able to drag you down to Hell with . Now, I am truly going to suffer in Hell, with not even the right to plead my case, for before you head to Hell, the cri of ’letting the Ghost Prophet go’ is enough to place above countless sinners in Hell."
Vishi scrutinized him for a few monts, as if ascertaining whether he was speaking truthfully, then suddenly cracked a bright smile, eyes radiating charm: "Perhaps this bit of news will make you feel slightly better—even if I reincarnate, the Secret Poison will still follow. This ans at most, I only have two chances, but death is inevitable."
Ash considered for a mont, then nodded: "Thank you, indeed it’s the best news next to escaping a catastrophe. So, why do you seem not scared at all, instead a bit happy?"
"Because fear adds not a shred of chance to surviving the Promotion Ceremony," Vishi replied, "But since the Promotion Ceremony hasn’t changed much, perhaps my past experience can increase my chance of survival by one in a thousand, ten thousand, a hundred thousand; shouldn’t I be happy?"
"Perhaps you haven’t noticed—we are now in the Kingdom of Allstars, trying to seize the Magic Master’s achievent. This matter itself is actually far more likely to claim our lives than the Promotion Ceremony. If the Magic Master decides to drastically overturn the table, we’d have zero chance of surviving."
"The Divine Lord is a hundredfold, a thousandfold more dangerous than the Path of Origin, the greatest enemy of mages is only mages."
"The life-and-death crises I’ve experienced far exceed what you could imagine." Vishi said tranquilly, "For a mage like , unwilling to be ordinary, striving for a chance to supre hope ans living on the edge of a blade. If I wavered for even a mont, I’d have already been beyond salvation. Constant ambition and confidence are the most basic survival traits for soone like ."
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