The Nether River churned, black water boiled, and above the long river of countless Holy Judges’ spiritual collapse, a resolute voice echoed.
The strong wind swept across Gu Shen’s soul.
He felt not a shred of coldness; on the contrary, the temperature of the Nether River’s water was just right.
The spiritual alert from the crucifix pendant was without issue.
For most Transcendents, this was an almost insurmountable doom; they needed to resist the Nether River’s poison with spiritual power... and personally experience the suffering the Holy Judges encountered back then.
But for Gu Shen, it was the complete opposite.
The greatest "difficulty" in this disaster was to curse the light and join the "darkness."
Gu Shen did not hesitate for even a second, directly declaring his stance.
He was neither a Holy Judge nor a Believer of Light City. The reason he fled here was due to the pursuit by the Son of the Light’s Blessing; what did cursing the light matter?
If needed, he could curse all day long.
This dream was so vivid; those "Holy Judges" opposing the Netherworld King’s Divine Thought were dumbfounded and stared at Gu Shen, who spoke at this moment. They never imagined a "traitor" would appear within their ranks!
Gu Shen remained unmoved.
He knew it was all fake; the battle back then had long since ended.
His being dragged into this nightmare was due to the obsession of that "Holy Judge"... these Holy Judges had died many years ago, their bodies turned to bones.
Once the guardians of Light City’s order, after death, they became wandering ghouls in Hell.
Being dragged into Hell was fundamentally opposed to the apparent meaning of the word ’light.’
The entire Nether River gradually quieted down.
The "Netherworld King," towering at the end of the river, across time, dreams, and the roaring waters, calmly observed the young man in front of him. In this broken dream, everything was predetermined.
Gu Shen did not believe the Netherworld King could "see" him.
Thus, he also raised his head, directly gazing at the blood-red eyes in the darkness.
This was the confrontation of two Netherworld Kings separated by twenty years.
The gigantic figure on the throne had a pale flame burning between the brows, the "Netherworld Fire" at its peak, now blazing as if it would pierce the entire sky with a hole...
Gu Shen’s brow also ignited with a flame.
But his flame was much inferior to the "Netherworld King" at its peak.
It was truly just a tiny flicker.
Likely to extinguish at any moment.
Though small, it existed, and this flame was the "symbol" of his identity.
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Tomorrow could set the prairie ablaze.
Gazing at this tiny, weak, almost extinguishable pale flame—
The towering black shadow at the end of the Nether River remained silent.
Yet Gu Shen suddenly felt he had an illusion; how come he thought that the figure obscured by mist... seemed to smile slightly upon seeing his flame?
The nightmare shattered.
The next moment, Gu Shen returned to reality.
The "blood-red gaze" within the Dark Hall densely draped down, a vivid, poignant array, yet after Gu Shen’s brow ignited the Netherworld Fire, these blood-red gazes avoided him!
This was the symbol of "Allied!"
Gu Shen paused for a moment.
He reflexively touched his brow, surprised that his words indeed worked... could the Netherworld King truly hear his heart across twenty years and manipulate the fate of the future?
This thought emerged only to be swiftly denied by Gu Shen himself.
No such thing was possible; even the Netherworld King, no Divine Throne could achieve it.
It must be that his "Netherworld Fire" had some suppressive effect on the residual thoughts of these Holy Judges...
In a sense, the former Netherworld King had perished.
He was indeed the true owner of this hall.
Though now... Gu Shen had yet to uncover the intention behind the Netherworld King building this hall and what happened back then.
"Wait, Mu Wanqiu is still within the nightmare..."
Gu Shen looked up, seeing the distant blood-red gaze overlapping, one after another, the residual thoughts of Holy Judges converging on Mu Wanqiu, the woman wielding a blade, cleaving bones, appearing like a wooden sculpture.
A pretty face, filled with anger, yet frozen in place.
Her spirit was pulled into the nightmare by the "Holy Judges"...
No need to think much; at this moment, Mu Wanqiu was likely undergoing the agonizing battle of the Nether River back then!
Gu Shen flicked a strand of Chi Huo straight towards Mu Wanqiu’s Spirit Sea...
Gu Shen didn’t hesitate, intending to enter the dream again.
This time, it was to enter Mu Wanqiu’s dream!
Although Mu Wanqiu’s [Judge] ability was S-class and had some special resonance with the Nether River, it didn’t mean she could, like him, quickly break free from this nightmare.
Moreover, the "gaze" enshrouding her was too overwhelming.
These residual thoughts of Holy Judges seemed to accumulate.
Even a Transcendent with strong spiritual will might struggle against such torment...
With a "hiss," when Chi Huo collided with Mu Wanqiu’s brow, it was blocked.
A massive snow-white phantom abruptly appeared; it was the unclaimed [Judge], and even without the owner’s will, the speed of the judge’s action was incredibly fast, surprisingly gripping Gu Shen’s Chi Huo in an instant.