I picked up the scattered attributes

Originally, there were still some gray mists lingering on everyone's bodies.

The Primordial Green Lotus of Fengxia swept it away completely.

“Be careful to guard your mind. The Lord of the Gray Mist is born from the dark side of the human heart. If there are cracks in your heart, it is easy for Him to take advantage of the situation.”

Feng Xia continued calmly, "Whatever your thoughts are, just say them out loud. If you keep them buried in your heart, it's easy for the Lord of Gray Mist to exploit them."

Even the ancestral dragon's will, which had broken free, looked at Feng Xia with some surprise.

Logically speaking, Feng Xia didn't even know much about the origins of the Lord of Gray Mist, so this should be their first encounter.

But Feng Xia's behavior at this moment doesn't seem like that of someone encountering the Lord of Gray Mist for the first time; it's more like that of a veteran who has been fighting against him for many years!

"Soul Dao supernatural powers can be somewhat effective, but be careful not to be contaminated by the gray fog."

Feng Xia added, then suddenly widened his eyes in anger, staring at a corner of the distant void: "There it is!"

The dragon boat vanished from its spot in an instant.

In the distance, the Lord of the Gray Mist, who had just reassembled, was once again crushed to pieces!

"You... have successfully angered me!"

Finally, the voice was no longer leisurely, but filled with fierce anger!

Countless voices rose from all directions, overlapping like nightmares, and endless space folded and cracked open, revealing a pale, long river.

The River Styx, also known as the River of Oblivion.

The birthplace of the Lord of the Gray Mist!

Now, enraged by Feng Xia, He has used unpredictable means to summon the River Styx behind Him across vast distances!

The River Styx is His original sacred land!

Standing atop the surging River Styx, the aura of the gray mist figure surged, and in everyone's perception, it grew increasingly majestic, as if possessing boundless power!

Styx was seized by the Lord of the Gray Mist and transformed into a long whip that splashed water. The moment it lashed out from the air, everyone felt their thoughts freeze.

Moreover, their memories and emotions are fading away with the tide, leaving only endless negative emotions that are constantly amplified in their hearts!

"Where I am is the Six Realms!"

But at that moment, a huge wheel descended from the sky, and six divine lights intertwined and burst forth, transforming into a giant millstone that crushed the Lord of Gray Mist!

boom--

Before the Styx Whip could strike anyone, it was suppressed and shattered, exploding into countless bursts of spiritual light!

"The Six Paths Heavenly Wheel? When—"

The Lord of Gray Mist solidified his form once more, looking at the dragon ship with a mixture of surprise and anger, before spotting a tall figure on board.

The Corpse of Emperor You!

The wheel that attacked Him just now was a replica of the Six Paths Heavenly Wheel behind the Emperor's corpse's head!

"You actually control the power of the Six Paths?"

Only now did the Lord of Gray Mist's voice finally carry a hint of shock: "The Six Paths have been destroyed, the Nether Emperor is dead, and in this world today, it is impossible for anyone to control the power of the Six Paths!"

That's just because you're too superficial.

"The six realms arise from reincarnation. As long as reincarnation exists, how can the six realms disappear?"

The collective magical power flowed through the dragon boat and converged once again in Feng Xia's hands. Immediately, the Six Paths Heavenly Wheel erupted, reaching both heaven and earth, capturing all the gray mist within!

The Lord of the Gray Mist once again attempted to summon the Styx River, but as soon as the Styx River's phantom appeared, it was torn to pieces by the power of the Six Paths!

A sense of enlightenment subtly arises in the summer breeze.

When the ancient god kingdom built Youdu and created the Six Paths of Reincarnation, it was not only to control the life and death of all living beings, but perhaps also to use the power of the Six Paths to restrain the Lord of Gray Mist and others who were born in the Yellow Springs!

Unfortunately, the Heavenly Pattern Divine Kingdom was thrown into turmoil for some unknown reason, which led to the drying up of the Yellow Springs and the annihilation of the Netherworld!

"You think you can suppress me with just a piece of junk? Wishful thinking!"

The Lord of Gray Mist solidified his form, unleashing a torrent of negative energy. With a cold, low roar, he caused even more rifts to open in the void.

The wind and summer urge the spatial avenues to try to close those cracks.

However, the next moment, an extremely terrifying force swept out from the other side of the crack!

One hand after another forcefully pried open the crack!

……

I'm lying here in excruciating pain...

Take a day off...

Orz, please take good care of your health during this seasonal change.

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Chapter 0983

This scene is quite horrifying.

Pale, flesh-and-blood hands, bones-and-marrow-like, like ghosts crawling out of their graves, forcefully stretched open the spatial rift!

In fact, they were all dead!

Many memories washed away by the River Styx came from ordinary people, and some came from powerful gods.

What is most memorable are often the most glorious and brilliant moments of their lives!

Those illusory figures were all extremely powerful gods in their previous lives!

For various reasons, they vanished into the annals of time, their existence washed away by the River Styx, and to this day, no one remembers their existence.

However, Styx remembers!

As a primordial deity born from the River Styx, the Lord of the Gray Mist stands upon the River Styx, summoning ancient and powerful undead from the memories of time.

"careful!"

Everyone's expression changed drastically.

Even through the spatial rift, the aura emanating from the other side almost suffocated them.

It's easy to imagine that if those resurrected ghosts were to come over, they would probably only be crushed!

"Go forth, spirits of history, dust of time, burn away your obsessions and resentment!"

With a wave of his hand, the Lord of Gray Mist unleashed a frenzied attack from the other side of the rift.

"Now, fight for me!"

click-

Among those undead were powerful individuals who were proficient in the Dao of Space.

Despite his path being dilapidated and decayed over countless years, he still managed to tear through space and was the first to charge towards Feng Xia at the bow of the ship.

"This one seems much more difficult than the one I've encountered before."

Feng Xia narrowed his eyes slightly.

The Lord of the Gray Mist before them, despite displaying anger, had not lost his reason.

He understands how to play on home ground, knows how to leverage his own advantages, and has more methods at his disposal than Feng Xia!

"In comparison, the Lord of the Gray Mist I knew was a complete idiot... no, a madman."

A seemingly all-powerful madman who is actually twisted and insane inside, and has completely lost his mind!

The people on the dragon boat felt a chill run down their spines.

As the first undead successfully crossed the boundary, the spatial rift grew larger and larger, and countless powerful undead, like mercury spilling onto the ground, continuously descended upon this world!

The sheer chilling, eerie aura of death was enough to freeze one's flesh and soul, making one feel as if their very being was about to be frozen.

Not to mention that anyone who could be summoned here must have been a formidable opponent in life!

"Sister, I feel like we're going to kick the bucket this time." Chang Xi blinked, her high chest heaving.

"Shut up!" said Chang Yi, her face icy cold.

Judging from her slightly trembling body, she clearly felt a great crisis!

Although it is said that as long as the sacred ground does not perish, innate saints can still be resurrected within it after death...

However, after being eroded by the chaotic energy, their Dao is no longer pure, and their lifespan has come to an end. Are they still considered innate gods now?

Even though they are still born with innate bodies, the Lord of Gray Mist was born from the River Styx, and may have some means to restrain the resurrection of innate deities!

"So that's how it is to summon the phantom of the dead from the River Styx."

Feng Xia glanced at those pale, crazed faces, then suddenly nodded thoughtfully: "This move can indeed be called invincible."

How can one person fight against countless powerful beings and an entire ancient history?

"If the establishment of the Six Paths of Reincarnation was to control life and death, making the cycle of reincarnation flawless, in order to restrain the Lord of the Gray Mist."

"So the true purpose of the Heavenly Pattern Ancient Street, which possesses the ability to travel through time and space, is to..."

Even Feng Xia hadn't anticipated this.