usatvline Chapter 839 Death Comes
Chapter 839 Death Comes
The dense, inky sky of the Undead God Realm suddenly cracked with spiderweb-like patterns. Dark red lightning lashed out from the cracks, instantly crushing the charred bones on the ground into dust. Yun Yao's pupils suddenly shrank, and the Chaos Dao Body emitted a dangerous humming sound deep in her sea of consciousness. This was no ordinary fluctuation of spiritual energy, but the pressure of a saint capable of tearing through space.
"Retreat!" She grabbed Chu Mochen's wrist, and mysterious Chaos Runes suddenly illuminated beneath their feet. But just as the teleportation array was about to take shape, a figure as black as night silently appeared above them. Chains dangling from the hem of a black robe entangled pale skulls. A faint green flame danced in each skull's eye sockets. It was the "Soul Devouring Fire" that could only be condensed by devouring millions of souls.
"Defectors of the reincarnation, we finally found you." The low and hoarse voice seemed to come from the abyss of the underworld. The black-robed man slowly raised his head, and Yun Yao felt her heart suddenly stagnate - the right half of that face that should have been handsome was covered with a scar deep enough to see the bone, and a constantly flowing soul crystal was embedded in the position of his left eye. The giant sickle suspended behind him had a blade densely engraved with twisted soul texts.
"Death!" The old undead suddenly let out a shrill scream, black tears of blood oozing from his turbid eyes, "It's the Lord Death who is in charge of the harvest of souls who has come in person!" The survivors in the fishing village instinctively retreated, but were blocked by a human wall of skeleton soldiers that appeared out of nowhere.
Chu Mochen unsheathed his Hanyuan Sword, a golden light emanating from its blade. "Yun Yao, take them away." Before he could finish his words, the Grim Reaper's scythe tore through space, unleashing a powerful black wind that plowed furrows hundreds of feet deep into the ground. Yun Yao swung her Jinghong Sword with her backhand. As the force of chaos and the aura of death collided, she suddenly sensed a familiar rhythm within the Grim Reaper's attack—the fluctuations of the Law of Reincarnation.
"Wait!" Yun Yao abruptly withdrew her attack, her Chaos Dao Body actively restraining her aura. The Grim Reaper's scythe abruptly stopped three inches from her throat, the soul text on the blade trembling uncomfortably. She stared at the soul crystal in the opponent's left eye and activated "Causal Recall." Countless images flooded into her sea of consciousness like a tide:
In the scene, a young divine messenger in silver-white armor, wielding a scythe, gently guides lost souls into the River of Samsara. The next scene finds him kneeling in a resplendent temple, twelve golden chains piercing his scapula. The leading deity, with a sneer, presses a blood-stained soul crystal into his left eye. Finally, the scene freezes under a blood-red sunset: the former divine messenger stands by the dried-up River of Samsara, having gouged out half of his own face...
"You are not the god of death, you are the messenger of reincarnation." Yun Yao's voice trembled unconsciously, "Who turned you into this?"
The black mist surrounding the Grim Reaper surged violently, and his scythe whimpered unwillingly. He suddenly laughed to the heavens, his laughter filled with tears of blood. "The Messenger of Reincarnation? That was thirty thousand years ago! From the moment they locked me with the 'Eternal Life Contract', I was nothing more than a Grim Reaper harvesting souls!"
"But the law of reincarnation still remains in your attack!" Yun Yao summoned the Heart of Heaven, and a soft light dispelled the surrounding darkness. "You are clearly still guarding the last power of reincarnation in the Undead Realm!"
Before he finished speaking, nine blood-red beams of light suddenly descended from the sky, and twelve figures clad in black robes emerged from them. The leader raised his hand, and a blood-red magic circle emerged beneath the feet of the survivors in the fishing village. Their souls began to float uncontrollably into the air.
"Stop!" Chu Mochen's Taichu Sword Art transformed into a golden phoenix and rushed towards the blood formation, but was easily dispersed by the scythe of the God of Death. Yun Yao then realized that the chains of the God of Death had been wrapped around the black-robed men at some point, forming some kind of strange symbiotic contract.
"See? This is the price of eternal life." The voice of the God of Death was filled with crazy pleasure. "They sacrificed their souls in exchange for eternal life, and I..." He suddenly pinched Yun Yao's neck, "I need more fresh souls to fill this hole that can never be filled!"
Yun Yao's Chaos Dao Body automatically activated at the moment of the other's touch, but when she felt the cold trembling from the Grim Reaper's palm, all her resistance vanished. She grasped the other's scarred hand with her backhand and whispered, "I can help you sever the contract and restore the true path of reincarnation. But you must promise me that you will no longer devour innocent souls."
The Grim Reaper's pupils suddenly constricted, and his scythe clanged to the ground. Memories, sealed away for thirty thousand years, flooded back like a broken dam—the moment he'd gently soothed the young spirit by the River of Samsara, the desperate roar he'd let out at the moment of betrayal, and the same stubborn glint in the eyes of the woman before him that had been there all along.
"It's been... thirty thousand years since anyone called me 'Reincarnation Messenger.'" His voice was as soft as a whisper, and the chains wrapped around the black-robed figures began to break. At this moment, the leading black-robed figure suddenly leaped forward, stabbing Yun Yao's heart with the bone staff in his hand. "We can't let her ruin our plan! Death, don't forget who your master is!"
At the critical moment, the Grim Reaper's scythe appeared before Yun Yao, shattering the bone staff into dust. The black mist surrounding him transformed into pure silver-white, and the soul crystal in his left eye shone with a holy light. The souls that had been extracted broke free from the blood-colored magic circle, transforming into points of light that merged into Yun Yao's Heart of Heaven.
"From this day forward, I will personally guard the reincarnation of the Undead Realm." The reincarnation messenger knelt on one knee, slamming his sickle into the ground. "And you, the termites who have defiled the reincarnation cycle..." He erupted with destructive power. "It's time to pay for your thirty thousand years of sins!"
Yun Yao watched the battlefield where the Reincarnation Envoy and the black-robed figure clashed fiercely, and suddenly felt a movement in the Heart of Heaven. In the distance, the River of Souls began to surge, and those devoured souls unexpectedly flowed upstream, condensing into a dazzling galaxy before her. The System Lord's voice was filled with barely concealed shock: "Detected the reshaping of the Law of Reincarnation! The host has been granted the temporary title of 'Lord of Reincarnation,' freely controlling the cycle of life and death in the Undead Realm!"
When the last black-robed figure was reduced to ashes, the Reincarnation Messenger walked up to Yun Yao and respectfully presented the sickle. "This sword is called 'Rebirth,' and now it has a new master." He turned and looked at the revitalized River of Souls, a long-lost smile in his eyes. "And I, finally, can once again serve as the guardian of Reincarnation."
Yun Yao gripped the still-warm sickle and suddenly remembered the words of the old chief of Guixu Fishing Village: every tear carries the power to change fate. The "tears of decision" on her chest were now burning slightly, as if foreshadowing that this confrontation with the laws of nature had only just begun.