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Chapter 647 The Snake's Actions
As the shadow of war and death loomed over the primordial continent, countless souls detached from their decaying bodies, drawn by an invisible force, and flowed into a ceaseless, dark river.

That long river is the place of the cycle of new life.

The human soul is light and pure, washing away worldly sorrows and hatred in the river. The marks left by the world are smoothed by a gentle force, and then turn into specks of light, entering the vortex of reincarnation, waiting for the next rebirth.

The souls of all races are entirely different.

Each soul was as heavy as lead, bound by an impenetrable aura of bloodlust and sin.

As soon as they entered the River Styx, they let out mournful howls, were scorched by the river water, and then helplessly fell to the bottom of the river, to the newly opened hell.

Just like in mythology, all kinds of suffering are prepared, just waiting for them to pay off the blood debts of past lives before they are qualified to enter the true cycle of reincarnation.

This magnificent and just order operates quietly, as if a crucial missing piece of the puzzle between heaven and earth has been completed.

The entire primordial world let out a satisfied sigh, and immeasurable merit descended from the darkness, transforming into golden rain of light that merged into this newly born underworld, making it more stable and its rules more stringent.

This subtle yet fundamental change finally stirred an ancient will that slumbered in the deepest part of the multiverse.

The consciousness of the "snake" awakens from its eternal silence.

His gaze pierced through layers of time and space, overlooking the primordial continent.

When He saw that the channel for refreshing human souls, which He had originally controlled, was cut off and replaced by an unfamiliar force, a feeling akin to astonishment arose in His otherwise emotionless state of mind.

Someone placed pieces on His chessboard that He could not understand.

What troubled Him even more was that when He tried to trace the source of this change and deduce the cause and effect behind it, He only saw a chaotic fog.

That mist seemed to exist independently of the rules of heaven and earth, isolating all heavenly secrets, and no matter how He calculated, He could not glimpse even a fraction of it.

The human's refresh mechanism was broken, which meant the foundation for his enlightenment was severed.

Silence is the deathly stillness before a fit of rage.

The serpent's will no longer attempt to peer into the mist; waiting to die was never its style.

The chilling command spread like invisible ripples, awakening several holy figures of myriad races who were slumbering in their respective divine kingdoms.

"Go to the underworld and find out the truth."

Meanwhile, just in case, "Snake" initiated another long-dormant plan.

Several streaks of light tore through the sky, and several holy figures of myriad races with auras as deep as the sea descended on the edge of the underworld.

The leader was a wolf clan saint named Fenrir, whose body was filled with a mixture of blood and malevolent energy, and whose eyes seemed to hold the illusion of stars flashing and disappearing.

He gazed at the lifeless, lawlessly governed land before him, his face revealing disdain and arrogance.

"How dare you, a mere land of the dead, sever the secrets of heaven?"

He took a step forward, intending to force his way in with the power of the Holy Path.

However, the moment his foot landed, a grand law that he could neither comprehend nor resist descended upon him.

His sacred body stiffened abruptly, the light in his eyes instantly faded, and his incomparably powerful soul was forcibly pulled out of his body by an invisible force.

"No!"

Before he could even let out a terrified roar, his soul, along with the sacred path he had painstakingly cultivated for ten thousand years, was enveloped by a gigantic millstone phantom that descended from the sky. It was then mercilessly swept into it, crushed, purified, and finally transformed into a point of pure spiritual light, which was cast into the depths of reincarnation.

An eternal and immortal holy position was erased from existence in the blink of an eye, leaving no trace of its existence.

This terrifying scene sent shivers down the spines of the remaining holy figures.

The holy position is entrusted to the entire infinite diversity through the holy way, and is itself as long-lived as heaven and earth, so it should have no concept of death.

Since there is no death, there is naturally no reincarnation...

However, now, the other party has actually bestowed the concept of death upon them, who are immortal, a level of understanding that is beyond their comprehension.

Their arrogance was instantly replaced by boundless fear, and they realized that the strangeness and horror of this place far exceeded their imagination.

"Come on!"

One of the saints screamed and turned to tear through space to escape. But it was too late.

The entire sky of the underworld was occupied by a huge, slowly rotating phantom stone disc.

The radiance of the Wheel of Reincarnation was not intense, but it carried an unparalleled majesty that judged all things, shining upon them coldly and justly.

Their immortal holy path began to crumble under the light, their divine power melting away like ice and snow. No matter how they struggled or roared, they could not break free from the light's hold.

These immortal beings are slowly approaching death...

A moment later, the light faded, and the world returned to deathly silence.

Those once-arrogant saints have followed in their companions' footsteps and have all been cast into the cycle of reincarnation.

The "snake" instantly sensed the complete disappearance of its piece.

It was a complete erasure, thorough and without leaving a trace.

His will completely subsided.

It is the 【Reincarnation Wheel】.

This innate spiritual treasure, which only existed in legends, actually appeared in the world, and even fell into the hands of the enemy.

Without a doubt, the one who possesses this treasure must be human.

Before the opponent's climate had fully taken shape, it had already begun to shake its own foundation.

We can't wait any longer. Once the other side completely severs the connection between all races and us, and then rebuilds the human reincarnation system, the advantage that He has built up over countless years will be completely lost.

With that thought in mind, the snake no longer hesitated.

His will activated the supreme spiritual treasure that suppressed the fate of all races—the Investiture of the Gods.

A golden proclamation unfolded in the void, with countless true names flashing on it. An irresistible supreme decree resounded in the hearts of all the holy beings of myriad races.

Whether they were in seclusion, slumbering in the divine realm, or even exiled to lower dimensions, at this moment, they all felt the call from the depths of their souls.

In the chaotic space of the lower dimensions, a rift appeared out of thin air. Taiyi and Dijun stepped out from it expressionlessly, their gazes deep and devoid of any emotion.

Stepping out, one is greeted by a magnificent and boundless fairyland.

Giant mountains float in the air, each comparable to a huge star, with steep peaks, swirling clouds, and cascading waterfalls.

At the summit of the mountains, countless magnificent palaces and celestial temples stand, shrouded in auspicious mists and rays of light, while various auspicious beasts frolic and gallop among the clouds.

The other holy figures of the myriad races who were summoned along with him were almost all stunned by the sight before them.

As saints, each of them possessed a divine kingdom capable of creating all things with a single thought, yet the celestial realm before them was entirely different.

The mountains, the waters, and the palaces here, besides their indescribable beauty and grandeur, also contain a profound and fundamental truth.

Although they couldn't articulate what it was, they could clearly feel the vastness and sublimity of that principle, which made their sacred path tremble and inspire longing in their hearts.

Immediately afterwards, these saints saw Taiyi and Dijun standing side by side and were taken aback again.

They clearly remembered that these two Eastern Heavenly Emperors had long been banished to the lower dimensions by that supreme being, never to rise again. Why were they here?

"Ha! What a pretentious charlatan!"

Taiyi surveyed this flawless world, a cold, mocking smile playing on his lips.

Before he finished speaking, an ancient bell quietly appeared above his head, surrounded by scenes of the sun, moon, stars, earth, water, fire, wind, mountains, rivers, and all things.

Boom-!
A single chime doesn't just resonate in the ears; it directly shakes the very foundations of time and space.

The fairyland before our eyes was visibly crumbling.

The magnificent mountain that could bear the stars, the clouds swirling with Taoist charm, and the exquisite palaces crumbled inch by inch under these waves of sound, like reflections in a mirror or the moon in the water.

Everything around was rapidly transforming from matter into energy, and then, by the domineering power of the Eastern Emperor Bell, it was blasted from energy into the most primitive time and space.

In a mere instant, this vast world, which seemed so real, began to revert to chaos, with the earth, wind, water, and fire surging wildly, and all order collapsing.

Just then, a voice, indistinguishable in gender or age, calmly rang out from the endless void:
"Nonsense."

The moment the sound was emitted, a stream of black and white energy descended from the void.

That energy split in two, transforming into pure Yin and Yang energies, which then intertwined and coiled like two dragons, eventually returning to the chaotic color that encompasses all things.

Wherever the chaotic energy flowed, the violent wind, water, and fire instantly subsided, the shattered spacetime was reorganized, and the collapsed laws were rewoven.

In an instant, the world shattered by the Eastern Emperor Bell was restored to its original state, as if the earth-shattering attack had never happened...

(End of this chapter)