CHAPTER 415: CHAPTER 339: COMPENSATION OF THE NETHER SEA (PLEASE SUBSCRIBE)

The Elf Kingdom is definitely the area in this world where the Life Power is the most abundant.

Within this area, Life Energy also varies in density.

The Lake of Life is naturally the undisputed king.

Apart from the Lake of Life, the place where the Tree man Clan once hibernated and stationed for a long time might also qualify.

The forest before us, which no longer has trees, has a Life Power density that far exceeds even the capital of the Elf Empire and the wetlands once inhabited by unicorns.

Lette chose this place because he wanted to use the Life Power to communicate with the Nether Sea and the Death God.

He learned a lot from the withering of the Tree of Life. To efficiently communicate with the Nether Sea, one could either choose a place where Death Aura pervades or go the opposite way and find a place filled with Life Power!

Lette took out the scroll for summoning the Death God from his bosom and entered a tree pit in the dense forest.

With the opening of the Array, dense Death Aura spread out, immediately clashing with the surrounding Life Power.

As Lette expected, this made the entire Array’s fluctuations stronger, directly opening a gate to the Nether Sea.

Three Death Gods emerged from the Array; one held a scythe, another carried a stele, and the third was wrapped in chains.

"I didn’t expect this, a triple whammy!"

The Death God carrying the stele suddenly spoke, "Lord Holy Sin, must you choose such a place?"

"Oh! You can speak human language?"

"Yes, I am Burdened, he is Harvest, and this one is Bound. We are all angels of the great will of the Nether Sea.

Perhaps the one you meet most often is Harvest and his Favoured.

But given your contribution to the Nether Sea this time, we chose to come out together to meet you."

Burdened was hunched over, obviously because the Death Stele on his back was enormously heavy.

Bound wanted to speak, but unfortunately, his voice was Bound too, so he had no choice but to remain silent.

Harvest was an old acquaintance. Upon seeing Lette, he gave a slight nod.

But Lette was not very polite, "I told you, I didn’t want any rewards, and you don’t have the right to grant me rewards either.

You owe me; the Nether Sea owes me this matter.

I came to find you to reclaim what you owe me, understand?"

Harvest turned his head away. He didn’t like this statement, but he knew he was no match for the other party here.

Bound was very agitated but still couldn’t make a sound and could only stand there dejectedly.

Burdened had no expression after hearing that, speaking lightly, "Alright."

Clearly, Burdened chose to remain burdened.

"So, Lord Holy Sin, what compensation do you want?"

Lette pondered for a moment, "First, I want to know if the Gate of Truth is collecting Power of Law."

Bound had no response, while Burdened looked at Harvest. Harvest thought for a moment and answered Lette’s question in the language of the dead spirit.

[No, the Gate of Truth is sowing seeds.

According to the feedback from the great will of the Nether Sea, we came to a conclusion.

The Gate of Truth seeks suitable worlds and Divine beings, granting them Law Divinity.

It allows them to nurture Law Divinity during their growth.

When the Law Divinity becomes powerful enough, it will come to kill the chosen Divine and devour their Law Divinity.]

Upon hearing this answer, Lette sneered coldly, "Interesting.

Then, the second question.

Is the Gate of Truth collecting Power of Profanation?"

Upon hearing this, Harvest appeared calm, but Bound reacted violently.

His body twisted continuously, looking very excited.

Seeing this, Burdened reached out and tore the chains from Bound’s mouth, placing them on his own shoulder.

"Alright, you can speak now."

"Yes, and no! It is afraid!"

"What do you mean?"

Bound shook his head wildly, "Because the apostle who betrayed the Profanity Monarch back then was Truth!

It’s not collecting Power of Profanation, but fearing someone could gather all the Power of Profanation again and become a new Profanity Monarch!"

Lette’s eyebrows knitted into a frown, "Truth was once Profanity’s envoy? In the end, Truth betrayed Profanation, leading to the fall of the Profanity Monarch?

I truly did not expect this."

With these two pieces of information, Lette received satisfactory answers from the great will of the Nether Sea.

No wonder it’s the Nether Sea, the end of all things.

Before it, there are no secrets.

Burdened re-bound the chains over Bound’s mouth and then looked at Lette.

"You may ask one more question or set one more condition."

"Is that so? I don’t think so."

"Lord Holy Sin, you indeed made a significant contribution to this matter, but the two questions just now involved a lot.

Believe me, apart from the great will of the Nether Sea, if you sought the answers elsewhere, I don’t know how much time and cost it would take."

Lette waved his hand, "I’m not trying to haggle; I just want to remind you.

Although the Corrupt Lady has fallen, the worlds she felled earlier have indeed fallen into the Nether Sea.

I believe the undying Power of Corruption among them must give the great will of the Nether Sea a hard time, right?

Besides, it’s a great hidden danger.

After all, if a new God of Corruption is born, he can continue this plan.

At that point, you won’t be so fortunate to happen upon me."

Lette raised a finger, "And I can help you eliminate the Power of Corruption that the great will of the Nether Sea cannot digest."

Upon hearing Lette’s words, the three Death Gods fell into silence.

The gate behind them opened once more, and a new Death God emerged.

He said, "Alright! If you’re willing to deal with the Power of Corruption, the great will of the Nether Sea is willing to promise you one more wish."

Lette looked at this Death God with no unusual traits, "And who are you?"

This Death God took out a balance from his bosom and said with a smile,

"Like them, I am also an angel of the great will of the Nether Sea. I am called Ping’an."

Lette couldn’t help but ask curiously, "How many Death Gods and angels do you actually have?"

"Are those your remaining two questions?"

"No, no, no!"

"Oh, when questioning Death, please be careful, Mr. Wright."

Lette couldn’t help but roll his eyes, "First, I have no more questions. Next, I have two wishes.

The first is, I want the grant of the Authority of Death! Not the kind that supervises the death of a world, but the grant of all death!"

Ping’an’s scale began to tremble but finally steadied.

"If it is just a grant, that’s possible."

"Second, I want a part of this world to border directly with the Nether Beach!"

Ping’an’s balance suddenly tilted, and he said solemnly, "This might not be possible. Mr. Wright, do you know what the Nether Beach is?

Please cherish this world, alright?"

"Of course I know."

Lette’s eyes flashed with a bright light, "You must agree, for without the world bordering the Nether Beach, we won’t be able to purify the Power of Corruption."

The scale began to tremble again and finally steadied with difficulty.

Ping’an sighed helplessly, "Alright, as you wish."