Start in Terra, immortal

"By the way, that thing you've been fiddling with... doesn't it look familiar? I feel like I've seen it on the Vahail."

The boy kept fiddling with a gear in his hand. west Lan felt it looked very familiar, so she asked him about it before moving on to the next volume.

"Oh, you mean this?" The boy tossed the gear in his hand into the air. "That little girl gave it to me to play with when I'm bored."

"Didn't you two have a conflict? Why would she give you things?" Having witnessed the conflict between the two children, west Lan was very puzzled.

"Perhaps Becky resonated with you. She once guarded the Silent City that Luke left her all alone, and perhaps she saw her past self in you..." Alice explained.

Upon hearing this, the boy fell silent, staring blankly at the gear in his hand, unaware that the three adventurers had entered the sixth volume.

"My past self...?" the boy murmured to himself.

As soon as they entered the Book of Memories, Xilan and Alice felt unwell.

"Is this the world of souls—the underworld?" west Lan rubbed her forehead, her face grim. "Just like hell, it's gloomy and terrifying!"

"It feels like even my soul is about to leave my body. To avoid any further accidents, let's find the memory pages as soon as possible!" Alice was worried after trying to use magic but still failing to alleviate the situation.

"Let's go, I think I can vaguely sense the location of the pages." Unlike when they arrived in Hell, the adventurer felt no discomfort after arriving in the Underworld, and could even sense the location of the memory pages.

He rushed towards the location he sensed, ahead of the other two.

Along their journey, aside from the endless purple mist and countless tombstones, the three encountered no other moving creatures in the underworld. They didn't even see the souls that belonged exclusively to the underworld.

Without encountering any obstacles, the three gradually increased their speed and soon saw a page of memory emitting a soft golden light not far away.

"Wait, adventurers, don't you feel something's wrong?" Alice stopped the adventurers who were about to touch the pages of the memory book. "We haven't seen a single soul along the way. Logically speaking, the underworld shouldn't be this empty."

Xilan, however, didn't seem to care: "Isn't it better that nothing is coming to stop us? Doesn't this just prove that Kalon has managed the Underworld very well?"

"This..." Alice was taken aback; this was something she hadn't expected.

"It's alright, no matter what happens, there's no need to be afraid. Come on, it's not a big deal to make a fuss..." After saying that, the adventurer's hand touched the pages of the memory book.

A golden stream of light flashed, and the figure of the aged magician reappeared.

Upon reappearing, he was kneeling on the ground, looking completely exhausted: "Cough cough... I was almost swallowed up by his power..."

"I never imagined his power would be so immense. That primordial and destructive power will likely inflict immense suffering on the inhabitants of the Demon Realm... Truly worthy of being called a Primordial Transcendent..."

Slowly rising from the ground, the magician leaned on his staff and said with a wry smile, "Let that person handle this. My old bones can't withstand that kind of torment."

Setting aside the troublesome matters and focusing his attention back on the world before him, the magician frowned.

"Is this the underworld? That shouldn't be the case. I can't sense any power at all..." He cautiously used magic to gradually perceive the situation in the underworld.

"What's going on? The underworld seems to have been emptied out?" After a long time, the magician had finished exploring the entire underworld, but found no trace of soul power.

"It should have been expected. The Spirit Realm has long since replaced the Underworld. As the administrator of the Spirit Realm, it's understandable that Charon would transfer the power of the Underworld to the Spirit Realm."

The magician quickly figured out the reason. After thinking for a while, even though there was no one in front of him, he slowly explained the reason, as if he were deliberately telling it to someone.

"Lord Rosso summoned me to the Underworld... to call Charon by his name?"

Remembering what Rosso had told him, the elderly magician understood immediately—call his true name in the underworld, and Charon would naturally know.

Then, the magician arrived at the center of the underworld. This place was surrounded by mountains and water, and there was a small pavilion. In the center of the unique underworld lake hung a huge stone gate, its surface bound with chains.

Surprisingly, this stone door was surrounded by an aura completely out of place in the underworld. Its platinum hue stood out starkly against the backdrop of deep purple.

"The Gate to the Underworld? So that's how it is..." Upon seeing this platinum-colored "Gate to the Underworld," the magician belatedly realized, but was equally astonished by this portal connecting the three realms.

"Is the master of the gate, Kalon, here?" the mage shouted in a loud voice towards the gate.

Shortly after the shouts subsided, the platinum-gold gate suddenly shone brightly, and the gaps between the gates began to widen until they were completely open.

A figure, almost as large as the doorway, slowly walked out of the gate.

The platinum robe gave him a slightly sacred air, but the runes covering his entire face added a touch of the eerie. He was none other than Karon, the ruler of the spirit world.

"Lord Kalon, I have come here to..." Before the mage could finish speaking, Kalon stopped him with a gesture.

"I know why you've come. After all, it was I who begged my lord for this opportunity. I'd like to see an adventurer so highly regarded by my lord!"

After saying that, Caron's figure quickly shrank to the size of a normal person. "Now you can use magic to record this memory."

The mage said nothing more upon hearing this, but silently cast a spell. The moment the memory was etched into his mind, Kalon's body vanished before his eyes.

"Is the real body descending? Adventurers, you'd better be careful..." The mage's expression turned solemn, and he muttered to himself a few decibels louder.

After the mage finished speaking, golden light began to flow. Adventurers were naturally quite familiar with this kind of scene transition, but this time, something was clearly different.

Just as the golden light was about to fall and cover the entire scene, an extremely thin golden line suddenly appeared in the scene, completely cutting off the golden light.

To the three adventurers, the thin line seemed to have cleaved their vision in two—one half was completely covered by golden light, while the other half remained in the underworld.

"Let me see if you are qualified to stand here."

The heavy words seemed to strike the hearts of the three. Then, they witnessed a scene that made their hearts clench—

The platinum-gold figure appeared in their field of vision. At first, it was extremely small, but with each flash, the figure grew larger until it covered all three of their vision.

He arrived at the area previously separated by the thin golden lines, pushed his hand to the side, and the golden light disappeared from the three people's sight.

At the same time, they stood in the center of the underworld, a place with mountains, rivers, pavilions, and giant gates.

Karon has appeared before them!