Chapter 544: Farewell Charles, God of the Underworld Reincarnated!

Chapter 544: Farewell Charles, God of the Underworld Reincarnated!

It was an indescribable feeling.

Even though he had experienced the sensation of soul departure once before, trying it again still left him with an indescribable taste.

Especially since the last time it was passive, and this time he was actively attempting soul departure.

The most crucial part was that this time, his soul was enveloped within the grayish-white flame of the Heavenly Tomb Seal.

Everything in his line of sight, including his own body, disappeared without a trace.

Unlike the previous time in the World Tree's hidden realm, this time, his soul, accompanied by the Heavenly Tomb Seal, wrapped around that small black sword, gradually became transparent and vanished.

The vanished Soul Black Sword seemed to have pierced through layer upon layer of mist, as if this hidden realm of the misty world didn't exist for the Soul Black Sword.

Therefore, Su Ping observed everything clearly with his mental strength.

However, it was precisely because he could see clearly that he felt incredibly relieved at this moment.

The reason was that this Soul Black Sword not only traversed the obstacles of the material world but also the spatial ripples of the crystal wall.

A space ripple appeared beyond the endless gray mist.

This tiny Soul Black Sword, like a spaceship, carried Su Ping through a wormhole into another world.

No, to be precise, it should be another space.

An extremely simple, even somewhat cramped space.

This space was empty.

There was only a throne.

A pitch-black bone throne, and in front of the throne, a long sword plunged into the ground, its entire body shrouded in faint black mist, revealing only a vague sword shape, while the rest of the details remained indiscernible no matter how hard one looked.

The most striking feature was that the black sword stood there, and Su Ping's soul couldn't help but avert its gaze, feeling an indescribable chill emanating from the sword without restraint.

And at this very moment, as if from all directions, countless densely packed Soul Black Swords appeared.

Before Su Ping could take a closer look, the Soul Black Sword that held his soul, along with the countless other Soul Swords, seemed to fly into the flames, heading towards that black longsword.

Su Ping quickly followed the protection of the Heavenly Tomb Seal, using the soul contract to hold back the soul of Qianyi, who also wanted to investigate.

This black sword was obviously the real mastermind he had been searching for all along.

It was also a part of the legend, one of the existing legends.

However, just at this moment, a ripple appeared, and the source of the ripple was not elsewhere but behind the longsword, an empty, pitch-black bone throne.

Su Ping's mind stirred, and then his soul slowly emerged from the Heavenly Tomb Seal, transforming back into a phantom human form. Still, the grayish-white flame seal on his forehead continued to burn rapidly.

Qianyi's soul was still held in his hand, and he stared intently at the throne.

Finally, amidst the ripples, a figure slowly appeared.

The figure had the same phantom body, the same grayish-white flame burning on the forehead, and Su Ping was also very familiar with the other's face.

So, without a second thought, Su Ping, holding the sword soul of Qianyi, slashed down at this figure.

A familiar voice spoke slowly, and he seemed to be unperturbed by any surprise:

"It's exactly as I expected. But you arrived a bit later than I estimated. It seems that the arrangement of this Heavenly Tomb and this Soul Furnace has caused you some trouble."

Charles appeared on the throne with a beaming smile, reaching out his hand to grasp the sword soul of Qianyi directly with his soul body, stopping Su Ping's slash.

He smiled and looked at Qianyi, nodding and continuing:

"Is this your paper puppet pet beast? Such a pure sword soul, Su Ping, you indeed have a destined connection with this place!"

Su Ping didn't speak, and after freeing himself, he slashed down again.

A golden glow flickered on the sword soul, and even as a soul, Qianyi possessed some combat power.

Charles seemed a bit bored, and after catching Qianyi, he pushed him away and said:

"Enough, don't waste your efforts! Not to mention that I'm just a soul imprint, and killing me would be pointless.

Moreover, souls are pure, and you and your pet beast are only at the Monarch Rank. Even if I'm just a soul imprint, I'm a genuine Saint-level soul.

The quality of souls differs greatly. I'm here to tell you about our future."

"Our future?"

Su Ping finally spoke, scoffing disdainfully.

However, he indeed didn't take further action, waiting for the person before him to continue.

Charles sat on the throne as if it were his rightful place: "I know that many members must have come to Dragon Nation to support you. But after witnessing the Soul Furnace, you should understand that here, those ordinary lower-class people can only become fuel for the Soul Furnace.

Lower-class people?"

"I wonder who this Charles is," Su Ping mused.

Charles smiled faintly. "Su Ping, you always like to find problems in the minutiae, but isn't it true that truth often hides in the details?"

"As for who we are, it's simple. We are pioneers of the times, helmsmen of civilization, and trailblazers of history! Our existence is the historical process itself!"

"Of course, if you're asking about my background, I'll tell you," Charles continued. "I was born in a slum in the Eagle Kingdom, and my grandfather was a stowaway from the Dragon Nation, so we share the same blood!"

"Moreover, Su Ping, when I speak of 'lower beings,' I'm not referring to bloodlines but to capabilities. Only those with the ability to stand at the forefront can become pioneers in the history of human beastmasters, right?"

Su Ping didn't pay much attention to Charles' grand speech but clicked his tongue in admiration. "Tsk, Charles, you still consider yourself human? You still remember your grandfather and your bloodline?"

Charles didn't flinch at the blatant mockery. Instead, he smiled slightly. "This is irreversible, isn't it? However, the human body is indeed too weak. The powerful forces controlled by companion beasts can only be mastered by humans who reach the Saintly or Legendary ranks. Compared to other beings, the human self is indeed too weak."

"So, Charles, you abandoned your human identity and chose to become a wraith?"

Charles shook his head and corrected him. "In the language of the Dragon Nation, the word 'a' is not quite appropriate. I think it's better to use 'a person.' Of course, you're right."

"After all, humans have their limits, and most companion beasts also have their limits. Even legendary beings, as powerful as the Ten Thousand Mountain God Tree, have a limited lifespan. Even the God Tree only lives for about a thousand years."

"What I pursue is not only power but also immortality.

So, I did abandon the useless human body and exist as a soul, preserving the soul pact of the human beastmaster and finding the most supreme path!"

Even as a soul, Charles' face still showed a trace of uncontrollable excitement and fervor. He turned to Su Ping.

"Su Ping, you should know what we're facing, right?"

Su Ping looked at the guy in front of him and finally nodded. "I guessed a little, but I don't know much."

"Hahaha, the great God of the Underworld, the totem of death, the absolute ruler of souls! Isn't it our greatest honor to become the reincarnation of this mighty being?"

Charles' eyes lit up, and the gray-white flame in his brow seemed to appear in his pupils due to such fervor.

Su Ping's eyes twitched.

Even though it was an unconscious reaction, his soul trembled upon hearing those words: "Reincarnation?"

Charles nodded. "Yes, reincarnation! Since you already know something, you should also know the origin of the Heavenly Tomb. But let me tell you in detail."

"The four reincarnations of the God of the Underworld contain His greatest power, divided into the Soul Flame, the Sword of Death, the Immortal Body, and the Crown of Dominion.

The Soul Flame contains the God of the Underworld's consciousness and most of His memories on the verge of revival.

The Sword of Death contains a portion of the God of the Underworld's power and some of the rules of death.

The Immortal Body is the God of the Underworld's physical body and a portion of His power, located within the Heavenly Tomb in the Golden Mountain.

The Crown of Dominion has control over all wraiths and can summon and command all death believers!

These four are the God of the Underworld's legacy. Once these four are gathered, and the right time comes, the God of the Underworld's power can be fully restored! The appearance of the Heavenly Tomb key indicates that the time has come."

Su Ping's eyebrows furrowed, but he wasn't surprised by this information. Instead, he looked at Charles strangely. "So, what does the word 'reincarnation' mean in this context?"

"Hahaha, don't be impatient, Su Ping. We have plenty of time to explain. It's simple; according to the Soul Flame I've merged with, His existence far exceeds our imagination. He has existed for at least several hundred thousand years, and this is just a conjecture based on the memories I've explored so far.

Over countless years, the God of the Underworld has revived before.

But the reason He has achieved immortality is that He abandoned something essential to life—'self.'

"Self?"

Su Ping raised his eyebrows.

"Yes, even mythical beings cannot truly achieve immortality. Stars and worlds crumble with time, and mythical beings are no exception.

As the true totem of death, the God of the Underworld naturally understands this. So, to conquer death, He made this reincarnation.

His reincarnation isn't a complete revival. In fact, after each death, His soul retains memories, but there's no longer a 'self' as an individual consciousness.

Instead, this reincarnation memory is governed by the will of the living beings with whom He shares a soul. So, Su Ping, you should understand now, right?"

We are not enemies! On the contrary, I have high hopes for you, and you are indeed the one I hold in the highest regard. So, do you now understand the magnitude of the gift I've bestowed upon you?

This is a gift that grants instant ascension, a mythical ladder to the heavens, never explicitly recorded in human history!"

Charles rose from his throne, arms wide, as if he wanted to dance with excitement.

"A gift?"

Su Ping looked at him with interest and then casually asked,

"If we are both reincarnated bodies, then who will be the Death God when the time comes?"

Charles was taken aback, then burst into laughter,

"Su Ping, I understand your concerns! If possible, we can merge our souls under the Death God's soul flame.

You know my abilities! The two of us are the hope of the beastmasters in this world. If we merge, what in the world could stop us? At that time, we might not just be the Death God! Together, we could conquer and unify not only the Blue Sphere but also the entire surrounding galaxy!

Then, we will be the masters of this great civilization, emperors! And our names will be eternal and immortal! Of course, if you are unwilling, you can still exist as an individual. In the future, when the other two Tombs of Heaven are unearthed, I can personally give one of them to you, and we can share this power together. How about it?"

It must be said that these words seemed to leave no room or reason for refusal.

However, Su Ping remained calm and said,

"Your Excellency Charles, I believe that you have reached this point today not as a fool. You might even believe these words yourself, but I do not.

Why would you share power and authority with someone for no reason?"

Nevertheless, Charles maintained his demeanor, waving his hand,

"No, no, no, Su Ping. The power and authority of the Death God are indeed tempting.

I believe in you, and only you can be that person. Otherwise, not even my dearest idol could meet my requirements!

Together, we might be able to research the secret of immortality based on the Death God's foundation. The Death God achieved immortality, but I seek eternal life! However, I also know that unless we are on the same boat, you won't and have no reason to help me with all your might!"

Su Ping could only say that this guy in front of him, if he meant what he said, truly had a grand vision.

Or perhaps, this guy was a true researcher, willing to sacrifice a lot for his pursuits.

Su Ping thought for a moment and continued,

"If what you say is true, what will I gain, and what will I have to give up?"

Hearing Su Ping's question, Charles smiled broadly,

"The things to be given up are insignificant compared to what you'll gain, right? More importantly, with the Tomb of Heaven mark, which is a part of the Death God's soul, if you don't accept the Death God's power, you may suffer torment from the mark for the rest of your life.

As for what you'll give up, it's simple—just your physical body! Don't worry.

Then, your soul will enter this Death Sword and completely merge with the Death God's mark within it.

Both this Death Sword and your future immortal body can become a vessel for your soul. Moreover, once your cultivation level improves slightly, your soul can act independently.

At the same time, you can keep your companion beast, which is something I've been researching lately. Haha, Su Ping, do you understand now?

This way, you can possess the greatest abilities of a human beastmaster and the power of the Death God, something countless people wouldn't dare to dream of."

At this point, Charles leaped down from his throne and approached the black sword before him. He waved his hand, dispelling much of the swirling dark aura,

The gray-white flame in his soul, reflected in his eyes, became incredibly intense as he eagerly looked at Su Ping,

"Come, Su Ping, let's embark on eternity together!"

The Death Sword appeared before Su Ping's eyes at that moment.

What kind of sword was it?

It was entirely black, with a slightly different texture at the hilt, as if made from a special black bone.

Just a glance at the blade revealed countless souls wailing, and a cold, deathly aura enveloped it.

The Death Sword, one of the Death God's four most important remnants, was undoubtedly an artifact of immense power.

Su Ping's soul stared, and the gray-white flame between his brows intensified,

Even Su Ping's entire soul face was illuminated, making his cheeks pale.

Charles's smile widened, and finally, as Charles's smile grew, so did Su Ping's:

"Good, but before that, you need to promise me one thing!"

(End of Chapter)

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