Bizarre Realm-Chapter 391 - 3: Soul Sacrifice! Netherworld Evolution

"Nether River."

Shawn watched as Lady Hecate raised the monstrous waves, and without a word, he turned and retreated.

This thing wouldn’t cost him his life, but even a slight touch would strip away a segment of his memory. If he were submerged entirely in the waters of the Nether River, even his personality would undergo drastic changes. Most creatures can’t escape the effects of the Nether River; even Divine Spirits might have their memories washed away, and if all memories are thoroughly cleansed, the individual would be assimilated by the river’s law, leading to unpredictable personality distortions.

The Nether River is the primary transport channel in the Lower Plane, and in the absence of a specific Divine System maintaining the operation of the Netherworld, the river continues flowing to the deepest layer of Purgatory, directly connecting to the Source Sea where souls are born.

In the Bizarre Realm, there is no reincarnation; souls are not formatted for rebirth but are directly shattered, mixed together into primal matter, and then condensed into new souls. It’s like a mixer, shredding all creatures’ souls into pulp, then reprinting them into sheets of blank paper. For the natives of this world, before their souls coalesce, the materials might partly come from cats, dogs, and even other animals.

So here, there’s no talk of past lives or reincarnation; you only have this life, and once it’s over, you leave behind a Shell of the Soul slowly assimilated by the Spirit Realm, with the rest crushed and melted back down.

"Nether River?!"

The Ancient Tomb King’s terrified roar rang out, furious: "What are you doing?"

"Are you mad?"

Lady Hecate directly sacrificed her Divine Kingdom, along with the Ancient Tomb King’s Divine Kingdom.

The Ancient Tomb King had painstakingly managed for hundreds of years, expending countless efforts to complete the half-plane of the Divine Kingdom named ’Silent Mausoleum.’ And now, all of it had turned into someone else’s marital apparel, devouring even the Plane Law he had transformed, becoming part of the Netherworld’s law.

Nothing is closer to the Netherworld’s Plane Law than the Plane Law possessed by the Death Demigod’s Divine Kingdom.

It’s like private wealth turned into public wealth.

Lady Hecate’s dark offerings confiscated her Divine Kingdom, and both Demigods’ Divine Realms became cornerstones for the evolution of the Netherworld.

But the problem is if you intend to confiscate your own Divine Kingdom, why can you sacrifice mine as well? That is the Ancient Tomb King’s greatest doubt at this moment; he simply cannot comprehend how Lady Hecate managed to confiscate his Divine Kingdom too.

Lady Hecate’s figure gradually descended, her manifestation showing a divine visage of three heads and three bodies, softly saying, "You can’t even understand this—yet you wish to ascend to the Death God?"

"In this world, with no Netherworld, you count as what kind of Death God?"

In Lady Hecate’s view, the Death Demigods of the Bizarre Realm are a group of jokes; a world without a Netherworld, where a group of beings possessing a bit of the Law of Death dares covet the supreme authority of Death.

Death God must not only possess the power of Death but maintain the balance of life and death in the world.

The Ancient Tomb King seemed to have realized something, his deep voice trembling with anger, roaring: "You exploited my ritual!"

"You knew everything I laid out in Dagon long ago."

"But you did not stop it."

"You were waiting for this moment; you want to use me to open the path to Divine Investiture!"

"Ha ha."

"Speaking in such righteous terms, you and I are no different!"

Lady Hecate’s face showed a faint mocking smile as she slowly shook her head, saying, "Ancient Tomb King. You still haven’t realized."

"You are the sacrifice."

"I too am the sacrifice."

"Neither of us will achieve Divine Investiture; this offering is made to the world."

"Sacrifice must be made by someone!"

Lady Hecate’s figure suddenly split into two; no, it was not her body but her soul, her immortal divinity. Before countless astonished gazes, she directly tore her body apart, stripping away the divine essence of the Death Domain.

Everything related to the law of death was injected into this realm; Lady Hecate maintained her existence solely through part of the ’Magic’ concept of law.

At that moment.

Demigod-Hecate disappeared.

She directly fell from the rank of Demigod, unable to maintain her realm as Demigod after losing the essence of the Law of Death.

"What have you done?!..." The Ancient Tomb King’s crazed roar echoed.

Above the clouds.

A peculiar scale apparition emerged; it was a massive golden scale held aloft by a hand of white bone. On one side of the scale appeared Lady Hecate’s soul. Her expression was calm, so calm as to induce unease, standing serenely on the scale’s tray. As the weight tipped, on the other side, emerged a soul apparition of the Ancient Tomb King, and a boundless suction force tore him directly from the Tomb of Death erected over centuries.

However much divine essence she offered, the Ancient Tomb King had to offer equally!

The scale must be balanced.

Lady Hecate’s beautiful visage bore a hint of scornful smile as she slowly said, "Anubis’s Death Balance."

"You can’t even recognize this?"

The Ancient Tomb King’s soul appeared as a towering, cloaked black shadow shrouded in darkness, resembling a blurry Ring Spirit. Upon hearing, he raised his head in astonishment, saying, "No! Impossible! Anubis isn’t the Death God of this realm!"

"How could you possess his Divine Artifact?"