Start in Terra, immortal

"To protect the path to the dimensional boundary, we still need the help of these people. Since we're already here, let's go and meet the master of this place, the being known as the Primordial Fear."

After saying that, the old man took out a device from his pocket. After the device lit up, a transparent shield enveloped him, and then he walked into the depths of darkness.

The image gradually faded away, and all three realized that he had gone to find the Lord of Hell.

"It seems we must visit Moros, the master of the eternally restless hell of sin."

On their way forward, the three of them arrived at the giant tree they had seen in their memories.

Gazing at the extraordinary spectacle of light enveloping the tree, Alice couldn't help but sigh, "The darkness here is so intense that even light can't maintain its form, turning into liquid and creating this magnificent waterfall. Perhaps there's even another dimension above?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the dark space suddenly began to shake violently.

"The stench of life has reached here! Who dares to enter this eternally restless hell of sin with their whole body?"

A cold, furious voice filled the dark space. Even with Alice's magical protection, the three had to cover their ears tightly to avoid having their eardrums pierced by the deafening sound.

"Your voice is so loud! Louder than mine!" west Lan shouted at the top of her lungs while covering her ears.

"Ahem... So you're an adventurer. You really did come here, just as that old man said."

The previously icy voice seemed to soften slightly, but it still carried an air of superiority: "I was going to wait here as that old man told me to, but the stench emanating from you makes me not want to see you anymore. Go back to where you came from, otherwise, you'll never have the chance to breathe this filthy air again!"

Just as it came suddenly, the sound disappeared just as suddenly.

However, Alice noticed the approaching darkness: "Perhaps, we should go that way?"

Following the darkness, the three entered a magnificent building. As soon as they entered, Xilan clutched her chest, looking as if she couldn't breathe.

"This place is so eerie, I feel like I'm suffocating. But how can there be such a magnificent building in a place where the dead roam?"

Alice clutched her chest as well: "The darkness here is so intense, I can barely breathe!"

Using the faint light generated by Alice's magic, the three of them slowly groped their way forward in the darkness.

As they reached what appeared to be the center, a massive golden picture frame suddenly rose from the ground. Within the enormous, ornate Gothic frame, a ram's skull that almost filled the entire frame appeared before the three—it was none other than Moros, the Primordial Fear.

Upon witnessing Moros's true form, a primal fear, originating from the depths of their hearts, welled up within the three of them.

"Adventurer, you still managed to find this place!" As soon as Moros spoke, Xilan and Alice, who were standing next to the adventurer, were quickly enveloped in darkness and then disappeared.

"That stinking creature is finally gone. Now it's just the two of us. This place is neither alive nor dead; those who die here will not be accepted by the underworld..."

Noticing the adventurer's furious expression, Moros laughed out loud: "Hahaha, you're angry? I love that twisted expression! Come, bring your anger and fight me, the one whose memories have returned!"

Upon hearing this, the adventurer, whose face was contorted with anger, froze, and doubt gradually replaced his rage: "Memory reappearance? You're not really here?"

Moros quipped, "Some things cannot be reproduced at will. That magician knew this, so he chose to use his memories to connect with my consciousness and personally reproduce me."

To be precise, what I'm communicating with you now is merely a wisp of my consciousness. But you should be thankful for that; otherwise, you would have been trapped here forever the moment you first saw me.

"Alright, I can't keep you here too long, otherwise, that one from the spirit realm will come in person later. Honestly, I haven't even coveted this universe, and he doesn't give me any face at all."

As he said this, Moros's tone suddenly carried a hint of grievance, and his voice even became a few decibels lower.

"The Spirit Realm? Where have I heard that term before?" The adventurer recalled the words spoken by the person who seemed to be a "god" they had encountered when they first emerged from the dimensional rift.

The adventurer was horrified: His spirit world? Even Moros was wary of him, just what kind of being was that?

An intense darkness crept up his neck without warning.

"You dare mention my name to my face! Let me test whether your soul is worthy of it!"

In the darkness, uniquely shaped short daggers gradually materialized and hurtled towards the adventurer. Each strike felt like a blow to the soul, the aftershocks reverberating throughout the space.

The adventurer struggled to dodge each key that glowed with an eerie light. Only then did he realize that these short daggers were actually keys formed from the condensed resentment of ghostly bones and the lingering grievances of the dead, shaped like twisted, withered bones and thorns.

"Adventurer, be careful from now on!"

Darkness, like viscous fluid, overflowed from the picture frame, dripping incessantly onto the ground and beginning to engulf the entire area.

In no time, the ground was completely covered. Bubbling bubbles rose, gradually forming a dark creature resembling a slime, its gaping maw terrifying as it slowly swam towards the adventurer.

Faced with this bizarre creature, the adventurer did not hesitate, placing his hand directly on the hilt of his sword and pulling it out sharply. A massive sword aura flew out from the sword, slowly growing larger until it spanned the entire space.

A swift, air-piercing sword strike!

A series of cracking sounds rang out. Every strange creature touched by the sword energy turned into a drop of black slime, dissolving back into the darkness on the ground.

"Where did you take them?" Worried about the safety of Xilan and Alice, the adventurer didn't want to waste any more time with him and asked directly.

"You're barely able to take care of yourself, and you're still worried about others? Looks like I haven't been putting enough pressure on you!"

Moros snorted coldly, and a core imbued with primal power appeared behind the picture frame. A row of candles, some extinguished and some burning, sprouted from the core, and two hands composed of dark power formed on either side.

Then, Moros disappeared before the adventurers' eyes.

Suddenly, the adventurer felt as if he were fixed inside something. Moros, having changed form, grabbed the space around the adventurer with both hands, as if grabbing the frame of a painting, and directly inverted the space.

What the adventurer felt was that the entire world had been forcibly flipped. He, who was originally standing on the ground, was now in the air after the flip.

Fortunately, Moros did not flip over due to gravity. The adventurer was caught off guard and fell heavily to the ground.

Before he could even catch his breath, Moros's pitch-black hands, imbued with boundless dark power, struck him directly.

The adventurer was startled, forcibly channeling his power into his feet, gripping his weapon, and suddenly drawing his sword.

Ultimate Divine Sword Technique - Instant Slash!

With a loud "thud," the black hand slammed down on the adventurer's original spot, while the adventurer, through a quick slash, forcibly moved himself a distance away.