Versatile Mage: Get the Desert Emperor clone at the start

Chapter 429 Four Layers of Marks, Kindred Advances to the Next Level, The World of Bleach!

Once Michael's soul completely left his body, it was drawn by an irresistible, invisible force.

Transforming into a golden streak of light, it disappeared into the deep, boundless Death God Space behind Qianjue, a space containing the ultimate fate of all spirits.

At the same time, the black and white mark that was branded on Michael's soul chest like a curse began to gradually fade and become blurred.

Ultimately, it transformed into a wisp of pure black and white energy, meandering and flowing back into Kindred's body.

The moment this fourth primordial mark returned to oneself—

“Buzz——!!!”

An indescribable, overwhelming aura, seemingly shaking the entire boundary between life and death, erupted from Qianjue!

That is not simply an increase in energy, but a completion and sublimation of some kind of authority!

Yang Ling's figure seemed more solid and transcendent, and the starry trajectory flowing in his eyes became more profound.
The wolf spirit let out a deep, satisfied roar, its aura growing even stronger.

This transformative force even penetrated this temporary gray fog space and interfered with reality!

Above this newly established holy city, which is still breathing.

The sky, which was originally clear or cloudy, was suddenly torn apart by an invisible force!

A colossal black and white vortex, its edges flowing with runes of life and death, appeared out of thin air without warning and began to spin and expand rapidly!
At the center of the vortex, like an upside-down mirror suspended in the sky, the interior of the Death Realm behind Kindred was clearly reflected!
The sky seemed to have been replaced.

All the humans in the holy city, whether they were ordinary people working, soldiers on patrol, or mages cultivating in seclusion, involuntarily looked up and were so shocked by the strange phenomenon in the sky that their souls seemed to fly away!

Through that black and white vortex, what they saw was a kingdom of the dead, a underworld controlled by the god of death!

Countless tiny clusters of soul light, like fireflies on a summer night or like a galaxy flowing against the current, float and drift within it, emitting silent lamentations and sighs.

A wide, boundless "River Styx," its waters a deathly gray-yellow, stretches across that space, its waters flowing slowly as if carrying all the lost time and lives.

What's even more chilling is that the vast Death Realm is divided into many different areas by invisible boundaries!

In some areas, the land is scorched and the trees are burning, and the spirits of land demons of various shapes and sizes, exuding a powerful demonic aura, wander there. They roar and tear each other apart, but they cannot cross the boundaries of the area.

In some areas, there is a dark and deep dead sea, where countless sea monsters and their ghosts roam, including the afterimages of enormous beasts as big as mountains. They do not create waves, but rather ripples of death.

In some areas, the landscape resembled a human city, with some human souls wandering aimlessly within it.

This is hardly a simple place to store souls.
This is clearly a well-ordered miniature world that encompasses the souls of countless races!
What truly suffocated and filled all the witnesses with despair were the powerful souls of those beings who existed in various regions, and even though they were already dead, they still exuded a terrifying aura!
In the dead waters of the ocean, there are the shadowy figures of enormous whales that once dominated the Indian Ocean, and the twisted spirits of the legendary Bermuda Triangle Emperor, composed of storms and resentment!
In the glacier-covered areas lie the remnants of the glacier demon emperors who recently perished on the Antarctic battlefield, still retaining their ferocity and extreme cold from their lives!

And in that highland area that resembles an ancient battlefield.

They were horrified to see the clear figures of Uriel and Raguel, who had been transformed into servants of death, and... Michael, who had just been sucked in, whose figure was gradually solidifying and whose eyes were going from struggling to empty!

He was even subconsciously trying to gather holy light, but the light seemed so weak and out of place in the environment of the underworld!

Moreover, one can also see the spirits of some human forbidden spellcasters who perished in the defense of the Holy City in Europe. They retain their consciousness from their previous lives, but are unable to escape the shackles of the world of death! At this moment, they are all Kindred's followers!

"What...what is that?! The sky...what happened to the sky?!" Some civilians collapsed to the ground, pointing at the sky, incoherently.

"Demons! So many... so many emperor-level demonic spirits!"

“And…and sirens! They…they’re all in there!” A mid-level mage’s face turned ashen, his voice trembling.

"Wait! Look! That's... Lord Uriel?! Lord Raguel?! And... Lord Michael?! They... how could they be..." A Templar Knight recognized the archangels, his faith almost instantly crumbling, and he exclaimed in shock.

What they saw before them was not just a simple enemy.

It is a complete world, a underworld ruled by death, encompassing the souls of the top powerhouses from all sides!

It was reflected in the sky, as if it might press down at any moment and devour the entire holy city, along with all the living beings within it, making it part of the world of the dead!

Despair instantly enveloped the entire city.

Cries, prayers, and screams of despair rose and fell.

This feeling of powerlessness in the face of an entire world of death is more suffocating than facing a massive army of demons charging forward.

Inside the new temple, Parthenon's matriarch, along with the remaining two archangels, Raphael and Shaka, rushed outside.

They gazed up at the reflection of the underworld in the sky, their faces filled with unprecedented solemnity and horror.

They could clearly sense the power of laws contained in that space, which transcended ordinary life and death, as well as the aura of several emperors' dead souls that were in no way inferior to their own in their prime!
“This…this is…” Raphael’s voice was hoarse; he had never seen anything like it.

“The Black and White Reaper… He’s not collecting souls… He’s… building a divine kingdom of the dead that belongs only to Him!” Shaka’s voice was low, with a slight, almost imperceptible tremor.

Then, Kindred's figure appeared silently before the enormous black and white vortex.

The sheep spirit remained silent, while the wolf spirit howled softly; his presence seemed to have become the axis connecting the realms of life and death.

The instant he appeared—

In the world of death, all the souls that were doing something suddenly stopped.

Whether it was the previously unruly Bermuda Emperor, the ferocious and monstrous sea monster ruler, the frozen giant of Antarctica, or even the heroic spirits of those powerful human beings...

They all turned towards Kindred and made a unified gesture—bowing their heads, bowing, and paying their respects!
Even Michael, who had just been absorbed into it and whose holy light had not yet been completely extinguished, involuntarily lowered his once proud head toward Kindred, with lingering struggle and endless bewilderment.

All spirits submit, none dare to look up.

This scene, like a heavy hammer, struck the minds of every witness in the holy city below.

(End of this chapter)