Chapter 1915 Ambition
At the bridge's entrance, the Horse-Faced statue slowly turned its head to look at the Tower of Fate. Its mouth parted slightly. "Look, Old Niu. We are about to have a new Yama King. Maybe he can bring you back."
On the other side, the Ox-Faced statue stood motionless. Sadly, its spirit had already departed since the Primordial War.
"He really did what he had promised us." The Horse-Face said gently before turning its head away, returning to its original position.
The statue's eyes glowed in a crimson light as it spoke. "The time has come."
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At this moment, Qing Heng, the other patriarchs, and sect masters were gathered outside the bridge. They came here to see if there was a chance for them.
"This aura... It seems like the Netherworld is on the brink of reclaiming its former glory." Peng Zhen said with a hint of excitement.
"It doesn't look good to me." Bei Ling spoke with a frown.
"Why?" Peng Zhen asked curiously.
Bei Ling thought for a moment and shook her head. "It's a woman's intuition. I feel that the recovery of the Netherworld will do no good for us."
Peng Zhen furrowed his brow and said nothing.
Meanwhile, Feng Li turned to look at Qing Heng and asked. "Why don't you tell us about Qing Yun, Patriarch Qing?"
The fact that Yun Lintian was the last person to stay on the bridge was no longer a secret. Not everyone believed that the so-called Qing Yun was a member of the Qing Clan.
Qing Heng was under pressure as everyone looked at him. He smiled wryly and admitted it. "He is not my clansman. He helped my clan and my daughters escape from the Ji Clan's grasp for the quotas to enter the bridge. Except for his superb battle prowess, I don't know much about him."
Everyone could see that Qing Heng was telling the truth. He didn't know much about Qing Yun.
"We should leave." Feng Li said after a brief moment of silence.
"What? Are you afraid?" Huo Xun looked at him with a disdainful smile.
Feng Li ignored Huo Xun and left directly, under everyone's bewildered gaze.
"We will leave as well." Qing Heng cupped his fists and prepared to leave.
Huo Xun frowned slightly and cursed under his breath. "A bunch of cowards."
Everyone here was aware of the absence of the ghost kings. It was said that the Death God instructed them to leave. However, Huo Xun and the others didn't think it was harmful to check it out. Perhaps they could gain something.
"Take care." Bei Ling didn't want to take the risk. She turned around and left.
Huo Xun turned to look at Peng Zhen and asked. "What about you, Brother Peng?"
Peng Zhen thought for a long time and said. "I will stay here."
Hearing this, Huo Xun smiled and said. "That's it. I thought you would leave as well."
"I'm merely observing this place. I have no other intention." Peng Zhen spoke calmly.
"I understand." Huo Xun shot him a meaningful smile. He didn't believe for one moment that Peng Zhen had no ulterior motive.
The two of them turned to look at the barrier in silence.
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A handsome young man sat calmly on the throne inside a gloomy palace with his eyes closed. The moment the disturbance in the sky happened, the aura of death around him subtly trembled.
As the man slowly opened his eyes, the surrounding aura immediately vanished.
"It's time."
He spoke quietly and slowly got up from the throne.
The man turned around and waved his hand. Immediately, the wall behind the throne was split open, unveiling a realm of black flames.
He took a step forward and walked into the sea of flames. The flames automatically separated as he moved, paving the way for him.
Soon, he arrived in front of a massive black altar with two colossal pillars on both sides.
The man knelt on one knee and lowered his head while speaking respectfully. "Master, everything is set."
Buzz—
All of a sudden, the surrounding black flames stirred and began to roil up before flying towards the altar.
The next moment, a gigantic devilish eye blazing with black flames emerged above the altar, between the two pillars.
The devilish eye rolled down, looking at the man.
"You have changed." An aged voice resounded. It seemed to come from the distant past.
The man responded respectfully. "The era has changed. I needed to change as well."contemporary romance
The devilish eye stared at the man silently for a while, and then the voice resounded again. "Are you aware of the consequences?"
"I am fully aware of it, Master." The man raised his head slightly to look at the eye.
"I have witnessed everything with my own eyes. We were too passive in the past. It's time for us to take the initiative."
The man was Si Junyi, the Death God and the current ruler of the Netherworld.
The incident in the past was vivid in his mind, and he would never forget it. His master, the God of Death, didn't want to confront the God of Mortal and always took a passive-
defensive stance. It led to the fall of the Netherworld.
Si Junyi didn't want the Netherworld to fall into the old path. He wanted to change everything and make the Netherworld the ruler of the Primal Chaos.
The aged voice echoed. "Besides, don't you think it's an ungrateful act to do this?"
Si Junyi took a deep breath and said solemnly. "I am aware that the Senior had helped us. Without him, the Netherworld and I would have ceased to exist long ago. However, it doesn't mean I have to give up."
"I believe that he will understand my intention in the future."
"You will never defeat him." The aged voice resounded. "Going against him is no different from swimming against the current. If you fail, you will be swept away."
"I want to try." Si Junyi said firmly.
The devilish eye went silent for a long time before speaking. "I'm not going to stop you. My disciple should have great ambition… However, you must not use any underhanded methods against him."
"Don't worry, Master. I, Si Junyi, am not shameless enough to resort to such a trick." Si Junyi said loudly.
"Go." The aged voice resounded, and the devilish eye gradually disappeared.
Si Junyi remained kneeling for a few minutes before getting up. A devilish black light flashed across his eyes as he turned around and left...
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