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Chapter 306 Igniting the Underworld Sun (8K views, please vote)
The Queen of Light excitedly vanished from her spot, while Natasha jumped up and down excitedly: "Is it what we thought?"

Behind Wen Ming, the family of four also had flushed faces.

They looked excited.

Because they also guessed what the big thing Wen Ming was going to do was.

They watched Wen Ming's retreating figure with faces full of happiness, feeling a happiness they had never experienced before!
Wen Ming nodded, patted Harley's bottom, and gestured for her to get down: "Carol will be here soon."

Harley's eyes lit up, and she squatted down: "Time flow rate is 1:10, I have plenty of time to help you clean up."

The faces of the Queen of the Underworld and the others turned even redder.

Harley Quinn is absolutely insane!

……

"What's wrong? Why are you in such a hurry for me to come back?"

Carol had just returned to the hotel and had a drink with Tifa and the others when she heard the summons. Without a word, she followed the Blue Queen back to the Underworld.

Wen Ming pointed to the lifeless star in the sky: "Could you do me a favor? Let's work together to reignite this star."

"Ignite the stars of the underworld?"

Carol exclaimed, "Won't this harm the undead?"

"No, the Queen has already scanned the souls of the dead. Sunlight will not harm them, and there will be night after a star is ignited."

The faces of Persephone, the Queen of the Underworld, and her daughters Hecate and Demeter were filled with emotion.

They knew very well that Wen Ming did this because of Persephone's words: "There, all colors have only one hue, and even if I wear a white dress, I will be stained black."

Hecate looked at Hecate with envy. She already knew everything, and even saw her own future in the memories of the mother and her two daughters.

She was saddened by her encounter with Hades, a faithless fiancé who broke off their engagement. She also felt sorry for the tragic fate of the Queen of the Underworld and her two daughters, and envied them for having met Wenming, the ruler of all realms.

Because of him, the fate of the mother and her two daughters was completely rewritten.

Their own destiny was thus rewritten.

Hearing that the other party was willing to rekindle the desolate star of the underworld for the sake of the mother and her two daughters, she was even more moved.

"Let me help you. My magical powers can ignite stars!"

Hecate's initiative brought a happy smile to Wen Ming's face: "Then let's all three of us come together!"

Queen Qing quickly called out, "Wait a moment, I'll let everyone come and watch the ceremony!"

Wen Ming frowned: "There's no need to be so ostentatious."

Harley immediately added, "What if it could trigger a mass evolution? This is a plot that has never happened in DC comics or movies before. Everyone can come and bask in divine grace, um, bask in the sunlight, and maybe they can all become stronger together."

"alright."

Wen Ming did not insist. He knew that sometimes he had to show his skills. If he could ignite the dead sun of the underworld, then the hotel staff and the time travelers would definitely feel more at ease with the hotel.

After all, this time the difficulty is far greater than moving Pandora in Avatar.

Even though Carol once helped the Kree rekindle a star, that star didn't last as long as the star in the Underworld did.

Just in case, Wenming also called over the Wanda sisters and Jean Grey, the Phoenix: "I need your Chaos Phoenix Force and Phoenix Force."

"Don't worry, Dad!"

The three sisters were filled with excitement. This was like igniting a star; it was like watching a myth.

Dad is amazing!

It's amazing that we've been able to participate in this epic.

Soon, everyone from the hotel gathered in the underworld again, and this time everyone was very excited.

Sunglasses were put on one by one, beer was poured for one by one, and popcorn, potato chips, braised pork, and fried skewers were piled up everywhere.

Yes, foreigners don't like sunflower seeds, but they've come to enjoy Wenming's braised pork offal and fried skewers.

After learning how to make these delicious snacks from Wen Ming a few times, Miss Launch and Sarah from "Dragon Ball" mastered them and they became the signature snacks of Seventh Heaven Bar.

Yes, foreigners don't usually have snacks with their drinks, at most they'll have a pizza or sausage, but Wenming has influenced me to like all sorts of cold dishes to go with my drinks.

The Amazons excitedly lit bonfires at the entrance to Hades's temple, roasting whole lambs, suckling pigs... roasting all the meat they could.

The delicious aroma, accompanied by the cold winds of the underworld, wafted for dozens of miles.

Many demons looked in surprise and suspicion towards the direction of Hades' temple.

They had all witnessed the countless demons who died in the previous great battle.

What are these people trying to do now?
Roast and eat those demons?

The problem is, we've baked them before, but they didn't smell this good!

And there's wine!
That's a delicacy that only powerful demons can smuggle into the human world and bring back!
Many demons couldn't help but drool, and they were irresistibly drawn to the vicinity of Hades' Temple.

"I say, Hades is dead, so why is it still called the Temple of Hades?"

Arthur raised his wine glass and casually unleashed a spell, blasting the Hades statue in front of the hall to pieces: "If you ask me, it should be renamed the Temple of All Realms!"

Harley immediately laughed loudly, "That's the name we should have!"

White, Lucy, and the others cheered and agreed, but Wen Ming shook his head and said, "Let's call it the Temple of the Underworld. I will not become the God of the Underworld; the future God of the Underworld will be Hecate!"

Everyone looked at Hecate, who looked utterly helpless: "I am the goddess of magic, and you want me to be the goddess of the underworld?"

Wen Ming smiled and said, "This way you can control the power of life and death. In the future, you, Hecate, and Persephone will jointly manage the Temple of the Underworld. With your own power, you will no longer be afraid of being schemed against by the gods of the Realm of Gods."

Hecate thought about it and agreed.

She was too naive before, which is why she was tricked by the gods.

"Now that most of the people have arrived, let's begin."

Wen Ming wasn't going to wait any longer. He got up and grabbed Carol and Hecate's hands. Carol grabbed Jean Grey's hand, the Wanda sisters grabbed Hecate's hand, and Hecate grabbed both the Wanda sisters' hands and Carol's hand.

The group formed a circle, hugging each other tightly. They looked at each other and could see the excitement in each other's eyes.

"Whoosh-"

The group soared into the sky and flew rapidly toward the lifeless star, while the people on the ground immediately forgot about eating and drinking.

"I bet 100 seconds, $10000."

"I bet 30 seconds, the boss can easily ignite this star!"

"It won't be that fast, I bet an hour! $3000!"

……

This time, it wasn't Wen Ming who took the lead, but Carol Danvers—Captain Marvel.

Carol's speed is enough to easily break through the light speed barrier, and she can even create a protective energy field during faster-than-light flight to ensure the safety of Wen Ming and the others.

Wen Ming was naturally happy to relax with this efficient and safe mode of flight and completely relinquished control.

However, their goal is far more than just arriving.

To reignite a dormant star that has been dead for billions of years, it requires more than just faster-than-light kinetic energy; it also requires releasing terrifying, creation-level energy at the moment of impact with the core—enough to restart the star's nuclear fusion.

"Come on, give me all your power!"

Carol's voice entered everyone's minds clearly and unmistakably through the faster-than-light torrent, requiring an extremely delicate control over energy.

Without hesitation, Wenming, the Hecate sisters, Jean Grey, and the Wanda sisters acted. Within Wenming flowed an ancient and pure power of lightning; the Hecate sisters drew upon magical power originating from the very source of magic; Jean Grey, the Phoenix, channeled the purest Phoenix Force; and most peculiarly, the Wanda sisters guided an energy torrent that fused chaos magic with Phoenix Force. These distinct yet equally powerful energies, like rivers flowing into the sea, surged into Carol's body.

In her binary form, Carol's own energy, originating from the white hole connection, was nearly inexhaustible. However, the special power transmitted by Wen Ming and the others, especially the chaotic phoenix power containing the ability to modify reality and the laws of life, made her feel a qualitative leap.

A surge of energy coursed through her body, causing her cheeks to flush with excitement even as she sped at faster-than-light speeds, filled with an unprecedented abundance of power.

"I feel like... I could even punch Thiam to pieces right now!"

Carroll let out a long roar, his confidence soaring.

Her speed jumped again, surpassing conventional physical concepts. On the instruments used by Tony Stark and others, the point of light representing her completed the jump from the underworld to the position of a dead star almost instantaneously.

From an observer's perspective, all one could see was an extremely concentrated, golden streak of light, as if the heavens and earth were being created, tearing through the dark sky of the underworld at a speed beyond comprehension, and rushing headlong towards that huge, cold, blackish-gray star of death.

Tony, Steve, and the others held their breath and looked up, but the sight of golden light rushing toward the star they saw was actually a few minutes ago—the speed of light was far slower than Captain Marvel's current speed.

Just as that golden light pierced the surface of the star—

The first thing that came through was not a sight, but a tremor.

The entire underworld began to tremble slightly, as if the foundation of the universe was shaking.

Immediately afterwards, the ancient star, which had been dormant for hundreds of millions of years, began to tremble violently, like a giant beast forcibly awakened from a long hibernation!

The hard, dark gray outer shell cracked open with countless deep, bottomless ravines under unimaginable internal pressure.

"It has begun!" the Ancient One said in a deep voice. With a wave of her hands, a huge magical screen unfolded in the air, displaying in real time the dramatic changes on the surface of the dead star, making up for the observational limitations caused by the speed of light.

“BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM—!!!”

It was like the first thunderclap at the beginning of the universe, or like billions of galaxies being born at the same time.

A deafening, continuous roar came from the magic screen.

No one knew why there were sounds in space; perhaps the rules of the underworld were different from those of the real world, but no one could worry about that now.

Because, visible to the naked eye, countless dazzling white lights and golden-red flames were shooting out wildly from the depths of the cracks that covered the planet, as if the life force of this star, which had been imprisoned for hundreds of millions of years, had finally found an outlet.

The initial explosion and jets were just the prelude.

As Carol, carrying the combined energy of everyone, fully penetrated the star's core, a chain reaction was triggered.

The ultra-high density matter in the star's core, which had long since ceased fusion and was nearly solidified, was forcibly "squeezed" past its critical point by this powerful, extremely compressed external energy impact.

The dormant elements have resumed their violent fusion reaction, but this is only the fuse that ignites an even larger fusion reaction.

On the magic screen, the scene had become unbearable to look at.

The entire dead star is no longer just letting in light through cracks; its surface is collapsing, melting, and vaporizing piece by piece!
The dark gray outer shell, like a steel block thrown into a steel furnace, melted rapidly, revealing a boiling ocean of plasma beneath, its brightness increasing dramatically.

The golden and white light was no longer emitted as jets, but rather emanated entirely from within, rapidly engulfing all the darkness. The star seemed to be expanding, its light growing stronger, its color changing from dark red to orange-red, and then to a fiery white-gold.

Within seconds, this dying star underwent a spectacular rebirth.

It is no longer a cold tombstone in the underworld, but has transformed into a brand new, violent, and vibrant newborn star!

An unprecedented, vibrant light swept across the entire underworld like a cosmic storm, dispelling billions of years of deathly silence and cold, and illuminating the faces of Tony Stark and the others.

The underworld star has been successfully ignited!
At that moment, light conquered death.

……

At the very moment the Netherworld star was ignited, and the immense light and heat swept across the entire Netherworld space like a tsunami, outside the Temple of the Underworld, the countless demons, surging like a tide, drooling and roaring greedily at the delicacies inside the temple, froze instantly in the face of this sudden, all-encompassing "new life."

They looked up in surprise.

For these creatures born in the darkest corners of the underworld, their visual organs have long since degenerated or mutated, and they can only perceive extremely faint light, accustomed to eternal darkness and cold.

At this moment, an unprecedented, warm, even "scalding" feeling, like an invisible drizzle, sprinkled on their scaled or slimy skin.

This feeling is not comfortable.

“Ouch——!!!”

The first piercing scream tore through the air, like a signal. Immediately afterwards, tens of thousands, even hundreds of millions of demons simultaneously let out wails of pain and fear, converging into a terrifying wave of sound that sent chills down one's spine.

The scream stemmed primarily from intense physical discomfort and pain.

The "sunlight" that symbolized life and hope for Wen Ming and the others, though unable to kill the demon, was no less than the most intense corrosive rays to the demon's senses.

Their fragile eyes felt like they were being pricked by needles and burned by the bright light; their skin, which was used to being in the cold, began to emit wisps of smoke when exposed to light and heat, producing a burning stinging sensation.

Light is purely physiological harm to them.

But the deeper reason for this scream is the extreme fear of the completely unknown, which stems from a blood-rooted instinct!
In their ancient bloodline memories passed down through generations, there is only eternal darkness, cold rocks, and the wails of souls.

The concept of "light" is completely absent; it is taboo, it is heresy. Their genes have never been programmed with the ability to cope with this energy radiation that permeates the heavens and earth. For them, this sudden light is not an environmental change, but the collapse of the foundations of the world, a complete shattering of their understanding.

Among the billions of demons, only a very few were fortunate enough to glimpse a ray of light from other worlds under the cover of darkness when they followed the former Hades, the King of the Underworld, to conquer other dimensions.

But Hades was a cunning strategist who preferred to launch surprise attacks under the cover of night.

Sunlight was something he always ordered his troops to avoid.

Therefore, for the vast majority of demons in the underworld, this was the first time in their lives, and the first time in the history of their entire race, that they had faced such intense, complete, and undeniable "light."

Panic spread like wildfire through the demon army.

They no longer stared at the Temple of the Underworld, but instead bumped around aimlessly like headless flies.

Some frantically scratched their burned skin and eyes with their claws; others tried to crawl back into cracks in the ground or into the shadows, only to find that the omnipresent light made even the shadows nowhere to hide.

Even worse, in extreme fear and chaos, some begin to frantically attack their fellow human beings, venting their inner panic in the most primal and violent way.

The negligible physical damage caused by the sun is actually less damaging than the damage caused by panic.

Inside the Temple of Hades, Tony Stark, who witnessed this scene through a magical screen, slightly raised the corners of his mouth beneath his mask and murmured, "It seems the lighting worked even better than expected."

“This is just the beginning!”

The clown Arthur gazed feverishly towards the distant reaches of the underworld.

What appeared on the screen was a creation-like scene:
The holy light originating from a newborn star not only dispelled the eternal darkness accumulated in the underworld for billions of years, but also, like a purifying power containing supreme laws, gently and firmly penetrated every inch of this land of death.

The once cold, hard, and cracked black rock layers are undergoing a visible transformation under the warm and persistent sunshine.

A faint yet incredibly tenacious hint of green stubbornly emerged from the deepest crevices of the rocks—moss and lichen, which could only survive in the dim light of the underworld, were now spreading at a slow but steady pace, as if to lay a thin blanket of life over this dark gray earth.

The barren land seemed to be infused with a life-giving spring, gradually becoming soft and fertile, and even beginning to exude a long-lost, comforting earthy fragrance, completely replacing the pervasive sulfurous stench and rotten smell of the past.

Wherever the light reached, the desolation was irreversibly evolving into vibrant life. Even those strange trees that had long since withered and twisted like ghostly claws seemed to straighten their branches a little, faintly revealing signs of withered trees coming back to life.

The River Styx, which runs through the underworld, carries endless sorrow, its waters as black as ink, and exudes a chilling despair, has undergone a fundamental transformation.

As the sunlight streamed down, the dark river water did not evaporate. Instead, it seemed to have undergone a divine baptism, its color becoming clear and transparent at a visible speed, clearly reflecting the warm, newly risen light in the sky.

The cold, lifeless energy that had accumulated in the river over millions of years was gently neutralized by the warm, light power, and the entire River Styx flowed lightly and vigorously, as if it had transformed from a heavy black band of mourning into a shimmering, hopeful ribbon of life.

What is most awe-inspiring is the transformation of countless souls that rise and fall and suffer torment in the River Styx.

As the warm sunlight penetrated the increasingly clear river water and gently caressed their illusory souls, just as Qinghou had previously tested, it brought not harm, but the deepest comfort.

The light, like a mother's hand, gently soothed them, seeping into the depths of their illusory souls.

The pain, resentment, confusion, fear... accumulated over millions of years... all negative emotions, like the shadow of an nemesis, or like dew evaporated by the morning sun, quickly melt away.

The eternally frozen pain on the faces of the dead gradually subsided, and peace and clarity were rekindled in their dull and empty eyes.

They stopped their pointless struggles and wailing, and floated quietly in the now warm and comfortable river water, feeling a peace, liberation, and even a joy that came from the very source of their souls that they had never imagined.

For them, this cold cage and place of punishment has miraculously transformed into a haven of redemption.

In an instant, it was as if I had leaped from an endless abyss to a legendary realm.

Because of the ignition of this star, because of its all-encompassing light, the entire underworld is undergoing a fundamental reversal—transforming from the final destination of death into the starting point of new life.

Just as all the dead were immersed in this immense happiness and bewilderment, Harley Quinn—the harem girl known for her madness and unruliness—disappeared, dressed as a nun, and rode on a somersault cloud to the sky above the Temple of Hades, opening her arms as if to embrace this new world.

Her unique, dramatically exaggerated yet infectious voice loudly proclaimed to all living beings who could perceive this change:
"Look at you, souls who were once fallen but are now reborn!"
Look at this light! Feel this warmth! Forget all the coldness and pain of the past!

Her voice, carried by light waves, echoed in the new world.

"This is neither Hades's blessing nor some random handout of some bullshit fate!"

This is the supreme grace bestowed upon you by the Lord of All Realms, the God of the Golden Dawn—Wenming!

He turned hell into heaven!

He is the only sun in this new underworld!
Rejoice! For our God of Golden Dawn—Wenming! For this Golden Dawn Paradise!

Her declaration, like the last boulder thrown into a still lake, stirred up vast ripples.

The bewilderment in the hearts of countless departed souls was instantly replaced by overwhelming gratitude and devout faith.

In the underworld, for the first time, a vast and pure hymn of praise, not born of suffering, but of hope and redemption, resounded.

At the same time, a faint yet boundless, almost transparent power of faith began to rise from all directions, rapidly condensing in the air and transforming into a torrent of immense energy that was invisible to the naked eye.

"Um?!"

Wen Ming, who was traveling with Carol and the others through the light of a newborn star back to the Underworld, suddenly shuddered.

An unprecedented, warm and pure torrent surged into his body, not by force, but by a natural flow, like all rivers flowing into the sea.

This power was pure and unadulterated, containing only the purest gratitude and reverence, and directly affected one of the sources of his power—that rice-grain-sized cyan-gold divine spark.

Om-!
The divine essence emitted a fluctuation that only Wen Ming could perceive.

Nourished by this vast amount of pure faith power, the divine essence grew and solidified at an unprecedented speed!
Its volume expanded more than double in an instant, and its surface flowed with a warm and mysterious cyan-gold luster.

Even more astonishingly, deep within the core of the divinity, a transparent, flame-like mark faintly emerges, as if it only needs a trigger to ignite the divine fire and illuminate the path to a higher divine position.

This sudden transformation elevated Wen Ming's perception of himself and the rapidly changing world to a whole new level.

He could vaguely sense the joy of every soul on the land beneath his feet, perceive the faint vitality of sprouting plants, and even feel a mysterious resonance with the newborn star.

For the first time, he gained a clear understanding of the concept of gods.

However, he quickly shook his head, realizing that this was an illusion caused by the sudden increase in power. He did not believe that he was much stronger than Hades, Poseidon, or Zeus.

The reason we were able to kill them was mainly due to our methods and the fact that we had a large and strong workforce.

Inside the Temple of Hades, the Ancient One, who had been closely observing Wen Ming's condition, had a look of understanding and amazement in her eyes. She could see the torrent of faith that ordinary people could not perceive, and she could also sense the suddenly enhanced and stabilizing divine aura within Wen Ming's body.

'Faith forges the foundation of God, and the divine fire begins to take shape...'

Gu Yi thought to herself with a hint of relief, "He's growing up much faster than Wen Fugui!"

At the same time, Carol, who had just accomplished a feat and whose face was still flushed with excitement, also keenly sensed the change in Wen Ming's aura.

It was a fundamental sublimation, no longer just about the power of energy, but also about an indescribable sense of majesty and weight.

She looked at Wen Ming, her eyes filled with tenderness and admiration.

This man has brought me so many surprises.

Although the Wanda sisters, Phoenix, and others didn't sense it as clearly as the Ancient One and Carol Danvers, they could still feel that Wen Ming seemed to have changed. A reassuring aura, even one that made them want to follow him, was naturally emanating from him.

"Dad is amazing again!"

Harley Quinn stood above the Temple of Hades, seemingly sensing something as well. She looked in the direction where Wenming had returned, her smile becoming even more manic and devout. She laughed shrilly and shouted to the countless spirits below, "Behold! Our God!"
He felt it! He accepted your faith!
He will lead us into a true golden dawn!

Her shouts caused the wave of praise that had just subsided to surge again, and Wen Ming, amidst this massive roar and the throbbing of his growing divine power, slowly descended before the Temple of the Underworld.

"Harley, stop messing around. This is mainly Carol's doing. This is the second time she's ignited a star!"

Arthur then loudly praised, "Boss, don't be modest. Without your help, even if Carol were strong, she would have had a hard time igniting such a dormant Death Star."

Wen Ming ignored the two lunatics and looked at the crowd: "Is there a collective enhancement?"

The crowd exchanged glances, then erupted in cheers: "Yes!"

"Boss, I love you to death!"

A group of employees rushed over, grabbed Wen Ming, and threw him into the air!
"If there's no storyline, the boss will create one!"

"Who dares to say the boss isn't a god?"

"This is so awesome! I wish I could get stronger like this every day, it's so easy!"

……

Hecate looked at her body in astonishment, feeling as if she were dreaming: "I've become stronger? Is this group enhancement?"

"Yes, that's collective reinforcement."

Hecate grabbed Hecate's arm, and all three faces chuckled excitedly at the same time: "My husband is such a magical person, no, a god."

I suspect he is God!

Upon hearing this, Persephone, the Queen of the Underworld, smiled with a radiance brighter than the newborn sunlight of the Underworld. With a touch of pride, she retorted, "Sister, in my opinion, my husband is far more powerful than the legendary God!"

God didn't conjure up such a beautiful 'back garden' for us!

The unprecedented changes to the underworld filled Persephone with joy, and he was so moved that he felt like he was melting.

In her heart, this was not only a miracle that transformed the world, but also a miracle that Wen Ming had specially created for her.

Once, this cold and dark country was the prison that confined her for half her life, but now, under Wenming's power, it is being transformed into a beautiful new world full of vitality and hope.

My husband made this especially for me.

Why should I leave here?

I want to manage this garden, which belongs to my husband and is also mine... the Queen of God's Garden.

Just then, Demeter, the goddess of agriculture and harvest who had been quietly sensing the changes in the earth, had a strange light flash in her eyes.

As the deity in charge of grain and the propagation of life, this land that was recovering held an unparalleled attraction for her.

She gracefully leaped into the air, hovering there. The radiance of divine power condensed in her hands, transforming into countless points of light shimmering with the green glow of life.

Demeter suddenly took to the air: "Let me sow the seeds of hope in this barren land!"

Demeter's voice was gentle yet powerful; she was ready to unleash her divine power to accelerate the ecological prosperity of the underworld.

However, Wen Ming smiled and stopped her: "Wait a moment, I have something even better!"

Amidst the curious gazes of the crowd, Wen Ming flipped his hand, and a pearl radiating a soft, seven-colored halo appeared in his palm. He held the pearl and pressed it hard against the Netherworld.

"Om-!"

An invisible yet incredibly powerful surge of life energy swept across the entire underworld in an instant, centered on the spot where the pearl landed, like the most perfect ripples!

This ripple swept across the rapidly recovering land, brushed over the gradually clearing River Styx, and penetrated every soul that felt its warmth.

In an instant, the aura of the entire underworld underwent a qualitative leap!

The sense of "new life," which originally needed time to settle, instantly became solid and rich. The air became as refreshing as a forest after the rain, the activity of life factors in the soil increased by more than a hundred times, and even the sound of the Styx River seemed to have taken on a joyful rhythm.

Although not a single flower has yet bloomed in the underworld, the vibrant, burgeoning natural atmosphere has already filled every inch of space, as if a perfect ecological template has been instantly loaded.

The Pearl of the Myth Star can transform the environment in such a domineering way.

Demeter sensed the complete foundation of life in that instant, her beautiful eyes gleaming with wonder. She began to scatter the divine seed in her hand toward the earth: "It seems that the underworld is truly about to become paradise!"

Seeing this, the three Hela sisters couldn't help but grab Wenming's arm: "My Helheim, you have to do this for me too."

Wen Ming smiled slightly: "It's my honor."

The Hela sisters then happily raised their chins.

She's been feeling a sense of crisis lately.

Demeter and her two daughters were already more outrageous than Natasha's family, and now with the addition of the past-life Hecate, she couldn't afford to be outdone.

Thinking of this, she looked at Frigga.

……

The underworld has been transformed into paradise, bathed in light. This transformation should have been a cause for celebration, but not all beings in the underworld felt joy.

Just as Wen Ming and his group were immersed in the satisfaction of the successful transformation, countless roars mixed with pain, anger and violence, like rolling thunder, swept in from all directions of the Underworld Temple, instantly shattering the peaceful atmosphere.

"Who is it?! Who dares to rob the underworld of its eternal peace and darkness!"

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