CHAPTER 438: CHAPTER 288: NETHER RIVER AND THE UNDYING KING_2

However, leaving them with a profound lesson that makes them reluctant to spy recklessly is more than enough.

In Lu Yan’s palm, the Mediation Creation Great Divine Techniques, which evolves into thousands, had already begun to operate, quietly manifesting a phantom of a millstone between his fingers, through which endless destruction and unity flowed.

It was the complete Destruction World Grinding Realm, representing the power of the World Destruction Rules that annihilates all things in the universe and returns them to their original essence.

A mere display of strength might not truly intimidate the experienced powerhouses within the Heretic Court.

But this power involves high-level rules, representing the grandeur of the world-destroying concept; even a glimpse of its aura is enough to fill them with terror and awe from the depths of their souls.

This, in turn, wins precious time for Lu Yan to spread the faith of the Underworld in the Kingdom of Oranck and even across the entire Northern Continent.

The annihilating aura symbolizing the end and destruction began to brew quietly in the eyes of the Ten Halls of Yama’s shadow.

Almost simultaneously, deep in the Steam Cathedral, within the Heretic Court, all strong figures, regardless of their rank, suddenly felt an overwhelming sense of fear that chilled them to the bone.

A despairing aura, as if the apocalypse was imminent, spread instantaneously through the Void Vision Magic Mirror, permeating the entire space of the court.

In the eyes of the Ten Halls of Yama’s shadow, just as the phantom of the world-ending mill, symbolizing the end of all things, was about to fully materialize.

Above the Tomb of the Dead, just submerged by the Water of the Underworld, suddenly echoed the sound of a river charging, as if it came from eternity past.

Swish!

An enormous, entirely deathly and dim river whose source and destination are unknown traversed the void and appeared in that region.

The river had a unique state, existing between reality and illusion, as if it was the embodiment of an ancient legend flowing on the boundary of life and death.

At the moment it appeared, the Tomb of the Dead that had sunk to the bottom of the Yellow Springs River began to revive in an illogical manner.

The countless corpses and spirits devoured by the Water of the Underworld, illuminated by the gray waters, seemed forcibly dragged from eternal end, acquiring a brief existence.

Such an eerie and shocking sight not only instantly drew the attention of Lu Yan, who was about to take action, but also redirected the terrified gazes of the strong figures in the Heretic Court back to the Void Vision.

"That is... the Nether River!" a Judgement Knight with sharp eyes whispered in shock.

"Nether River? The Nether River, the legendary final resting place of the dead, truly exists?" someone questioned in disbelief.

"Fools." An elder Cardinal rebuked harshly, yet his face was exceedingly grim, "The Nether River not only truly exists, it is the true source of the Path of the Dead, the embodiment of concept!"

"The appearance of the Nether River signifies that the hidden existence who controls the source of the Path of the Dead is about to descend in person."

"Who is it?"

"Who else could it be?" The Chief Judge of the Heretic Court, his expression extremely grave, spoke each word with the weight of a thousand pounds:

"It is the Lord of the Nether River, the symbolic source of the Path of the Dead, the Undying King who had long set foot on that hidden path!"

As the words fell, in the magnificent yet phantom Nether River, a figure entirely comprised of bones, draped in a robe symbolizing eternal silence, tightly gripping a massive scythe, stepped out slowly.

Merely at the moment of His appearance, from the deepest recesses of the Steam Cathedral, several zero-level Sealed Objects simultaneously issued intense tremors.

And in the vicinity of the cemetery, all saints affiliated with the Council of the Dead, of sequence four or below, regardless of where they were, simultaneously lost all power at that instant.

As if their spines had been extracted, they collapsed to the ground and lost consciousness.

Further away, ancient sarcophagi that had lain silent in the city’s shadows for countless years began to tremble uncontrollably as if the beings within were about to break free.

The boundary between life and death, at the moment of the Undying King’s arrival in the mortal world, was thoroughly distorted and reversed.

"Why? Why does the Undying King descend in person? What on earth happened in the Tomb of the Dead?"

"It’s a secret-level descent of an Evil God! Quickly prepare to activate the [Holy Domain] defense."

"Immediately request the revival of Lord [Hidden Angel]!"

The core institutions of the Steam Sect were instantly on high alert, with numerous orders rapidly issued, and alarms sounded throughout every corner of the Holy Hall.

Yet the newly arrived Undying King appeared oblivious to the great turmoil outside.

Even the Tomb of the Dead, temporarily reanimated by His power but still carrying the aura of the Yellow Springs, failed to stir his interest in the slightest.

His hollow eye sockets fixated on the Ten Halls of Yama’s shadow suspended before the void rift, within which a flame of unrestrained greed began to flicker.

"It is you, who disrupted the anchor of my faith."

The Undying King voiced a dull, hoarse tone, like metal scraping, with each syllable carrying a chilling coldness, "Very well, repay with the power of death upon you!"

Before the words were finished, the massive scythe in His hand, symbolizing life, death, and reaping, had already been raised high, then ferociously slashed down with overwhelming might!