freenovelworld Chapter 837 Turbulence of Time and Space
Chapter 837 Turbulence of Time and Space
The turbulent flow of space and time surged like a raging, gluttonous beast, tearing at everything around it with its fangs and claws. Yun Yao and Chu Mochen clung to each other, their clothes ripped to shreds by the turbulence, every inch of their skin bearing the merciless slicing of the forces of space and time. The survivors of the fishing village trembled in fear behind them, their screams and cries piercing the chaos. Yun Yao gritted her teeth, the power of her Chaos Dao body surging wildly within her. She strained to maintain a small protective barrier, attempting to shield everyone from the devastating catastrophe.
Just as everyone was on the verge of despair, a strange purple vortex suddenly appeared ahead. It exuded a mysterious and dangerous aura, like a gateway to another unknown world. Yun Yao and Chu Mochen exchanged a glance, a flicker of determination in their eyes. In this life-or-death moment, they had no choice but to take a gamble. The two of them, leading the others, resolutely charged into the vortex.
After a moment of dizziness, everyone finally found their feet. Yun Yao slowly opened her eyes, and the sight before her made her gasp. A dense mass of skulls floated in the sky, their hollow eye sockets gleaming with a faint green light, as if watching these uninvited guests. On the ground, countless undead creatures of various shapes slowly wandered, their movements slow, yet they exuded a chilling aura. This was the realm of the dead.
Yun Yao subconsciously activated the power of her Chaos Dao Body, but was surprised to discover that her strength was severely suppressed. A strange and powerful force, like an invisible shackle, bound every ounce of her spiritual energy. However, this suppression actually stimulated the power of her "Tears of Memory." Yun Yao's mind suddenly flooded with unfamiliar memories, and she was astonished to discover that she could actually communicate with these undead creatures.
At that moment, a skeletal old spirit slowly approached Yun Yao, its body trembling slightly, a glimmer of hope in its eyes. "Savior, please save us! The divine realm is draining our soul power!" The old spirit's voice was hoarse and weak, as if it would dissipate into thin air at any moment.
Yun Yao frowned, her eyes filled with confusion and sympathy. She squatted down and asked softly, "Old man, what exactly is going on? Why is your soul power being drained?"
The old spirit sighed and began to recount this tragic history. It turns out that the divine realm of the dead is governed by the law of reincarnation, a world of order and peace. After completing their mission, all undead creatures pass through the River of Souls and enter reincarnation, beginning a new life. However, to prolong their own lifespans, the higher-ups in the divine realm violated this law and began frantically draining the soul power from the River of Souls.
"The River of Souls is the source of life for our Undead Realm," the old undead's voice was filled with sadness. "Now, the river is drying up, and countless souls are about to disappear. If this continues, our entire Undead Realm will be destroyed."
Yun Yao's heart surged with intense anger. She couldn't imagine how these high-ranking members of the God Realm could treat their own people so cruelly for their own selfish desires. She clenched her fists and said with a firm gaze, "Don't worry, old man. I will definitely find a way to help you."
At this moment, Chu Mochen suddenly stood vigilantly in front of Yun Yao. A powerful and sinister aura emanated from afar, like the scythe of the Grim Reaper, carrying with it endless fear and despair. Yun Yao's mind swept over it, and her expression instantly grew solemn. It turned out to be the "Grim Reaper" from the Undead Realm, accompanied by a group of "Soul Reapers," who had come to suppress them.
The Grim Reaper was tall, draped in a black robe, his scythe gleaming with a faint blue light. His eyes were cold and ruthless, as if nothing in this world concerned him. "Outsiders, how dare you interfere in the affairs of the Undead Realm? You are courting death!" The Grim Reaper's voice was deep and cold, as if it came from the abyss of hell.
Chu Mochen unsheathed the Hanyuan Sword without hesitation, a fierce light gleaming on the blade. He looked at the God of Death with a determined gaze and said, "We will not stand by and watch innocent lives being destroyed. Today, even if it's the God of Death, we will kill him!"
A fierce battle was about to break out. Chu Mochen launched the first attack. His body moved like lightning, and the Cold Abyss Sword, with its sharp sword energy, went straight for the God of Death. The God of Death snorted coldly, and with a light swing of his scythe, a black energy wave instantly met Chu Mochen's sword energy. The powerful energy collided, causing a violent explosion, and a huge crater was blown in the surrounding ground.
Yun Yao focused her attention on dealing with the "Soul Reapers." While individually less powerful than the Grim Reapers, their sheer numbers and coordinated rapport posed considerable challenges. Yun Yao harnessed the power of her "Tears of Memory" to engage the Reapers on a spiritual level. To her surprise, she discovered that by connecting with the Reapers' minds, she could see their inner pain and helplessness.
It turns out these "Soul Reapers" weren't born evil. They were once ordinary citizens of the Undead Realm, but because they rebelled against the rule of the higher-ups, they were forcibly transformed into emotionless killing machines. Yun Yao felt a surge of sympathy, and she decided not only to save the Undead Realm's River of Souls but also to help these oppressed Soul Reapers find their true selves.
At a crucial moment in the battle, Yun Yao suddenly activated her "Cause and Effect Reversal" ability. She zeroed in on the God of Death, intent on uncovering his story. Images flashed through her mind, shocking her. It turned out that the God of Death was once the most devout guardian of the cycle of reincarnation, dedicating his entire life to maintaining the order of the undead realm. However, over time, the greed and corruption of the divine hierarchy gradually eroded the entire realm.
To protect his people, the God of Death repeatedly defied the orders of the higher-ups in the divine realm. However, his defiance was met with cruel punishment. Not only did the higher-ups drain some of his divine power, they also planted seeds of evil in his soul, gradually corrupting him into the cold and ruthless God of Death he is today.
Yun Yao looked at the Grim Reaper before her, and the anger in her heart gradually turned to sympathy. She stopped attacking and shouted, "I can help you restore the path of reincarnation, but you must promise me that you will no longer devour souls."
The Grim Reaper's movements suddenly paused, his scythe dropping to the ground. He looked up, a flicker of confusion and struggle in his eyes. "It's been... 30,000 years since anyone called me 'Reincarnation Messenger.'" Death's voice was filled with vicissitudes and sorrow, as if all the pain and loneliness of those 30,000 years had burst forth in this moment.
At this moment, an unexpected turn of events occurred. A high-ranking member of the Divine Realm, hidden in the shadows, launched a surprise attack, sending a black energy arrow hurtling straight towards Yun Yao's back. Chu Mochen, quick-witted and swift-handed, rushed forward recklessly, blocking the fatal blow with his own body.
"Chu Mochen!" Yun Yao's voice was filled with fear and despair. She watched Chu Mochen spit out blood, his face as pale as paper, and her rage instantly reached a peak. Her chaotic body began to run wild uncontrollably, and a powerful and terrifying force erupted from her body.
Yun Yao glared at the attacker with icy eyes, her aura radiating as if to engulf the entire world. "Since you're seeking death, don't blame me for being rude!" Yun Yao's voice was filled with murderous intent. The Jinghong Sword in her hand flashed with dazzling light as she slashed towards the high-ranking Divine Realm figure.
Faced with Yun Yao's overwhelming power, the high-ranking God Realm official was powerless to fight back and was instantly cut in half. However, Yun Yao's rampage did not cease. Her eyes grew increasingly cold, and the power of chaos surged wildly within her, as if to devour her sanity.
Chu Mochen endured the pain and struggled to walk to Yun Yao's side. He hugged Yun Yao tightly and said with his last bit of strength: "Yun Yao, do you remember what we said in Guixu Fishing Village? We must live together."
Chu Mochen's words were like a ray of warm sunshine, piercing the darkness within Yun Yao's heart. A flicker of clarity flashed across her eyes, and the chaotic forces gradually subsided. Yun Yao hugged Chu Mochen tightly, silently vowing in her heart that no matter how many difficulties and challenges lay ahead, she would face them together with Chu Mochen and save this oppressed undead realm.
At this moment, after hearing Yun Yao's words, the Grim Reaper's heart underwent a profound change. He slowly picked up his scythe from the ground, a glimmer of hope rekindled in his eyes. He looked at Yun Yao and Chu Mochen, and made an important decision. Perhaps it was time to end all this, time to restore the order and peace of the Undead Realm.