Wu Gengji, I will become Zi Yu's apprentice at the beginning! ! !

The statue holds the blade of the God of War tightly in its hand. The sword seems to contain endless power. Even if it is only held by the statue, people can feel a sense of oppression. It is the statue of the God of War.

There are three statues standing in the east, west and north directions of the statue of the God of War.

Each of these statues is very majestic, and is dozens of feet in size. Some of them hold their heads high, some gaze into the distance, and some have a stern look on their faces. Each statue is carved in great detail, as if it were given life, and they quietly guard the statue of the God of War.

"Those are three of the four guardians under the Lord of War. Only Eternal Night is not dead, so there is no statue." She didn't ask, a complicated look flashed in her eyes, as if she was recalling those long-ago events.

Wang Hun looked up at the statues, his eyes full of respect and amazement: "Well, they are so lifelike." His voice echoed in the empty cemetery, as if he was talking to these ancient statues, trying to explore from them the secrets that had been buried by the years.

She ignored the question and remained silent. Her gaze fell on the blade of the God of War in the hands of the statue of the God of War, and her eyes revealed a hint of worry and expectation.

Wang Hun's eyes were like the cold stars twinkling in the night sky. He stood tall and straight, like a pine tree. He said in a low but resounding voice, "There is no time to lose. I will take out the fragments and then use my soul power to awaken those powers that have been dormant for a long time. Let's see if I can resonate with them and use their power to repair the Blade of the God of Weapons."

He ignored the question and his face was calm, like a bottomless lake. He just nodded slightly, and his solemn expression seemed to be able to drip water.

He responded, "Given the current situation, there is really no other way. I will merge my soul and strength into your body, fight alongside you, and share this responsibility. Everything is for the future of the Underworld. We should go all out and leave no room for error."

Wang Hun straightened his spine and took a deep breath, as if to take the heavy air around him into his lungs. Then, he nodded slowly, his expression solemn and dignified, and carefully took out the seven fragments of the God of Weapons' Blade.

When the fragment appeared in the world, an ancient and mysterious atmosphere came to his face, as if it was a low voice coming from the long river of time, faintly revealing the glory and vicissitudes of the past. Wang Hun danced with his hands flexibly, like an elegant and mysterious dancer, using the power of his soul to slowly suspend the fragment in the air.

Then, he sat cross-legged, his posture as steady as a rock, his eyes focused and firm, as if everything around him had turned into nothingness, and the only thing left in the world was the crucial matter before him concerning the fate of the underworld.

Bu Wen Wu Wen also quickly calmed her mind and sat cross-legged beside Wang Hun. There was a hint of determination in her eyes.

In a flash, Wang Hun closed his eyes tightly, like an old monk in meditation. In an instant, he released his soul power with all his strength, and that power was like a surging tide, pouring out of his body endlessly and spreading continuously to the entire cemetery.

He concentrated his attention and carefully guided this power, slowly injecting it into each tombstone, trying to awaken the souls that had been sleeping for so long, as if in an endless sleep.

He ignored everything and held his breath, concentrating all his energy, integrating his soul and strength into the body of the King Hun like peeling off threads of cocoon.

With the infusion of her power, Wang Hun suddenly felt that his soul power was as if assisted by a gurgling spring of life, becoming more and more powerful, as if he had the ability to explore the deepest secrets of this cemetery.

The power of the soul was like an invisible yet extremely tough net, silently covering the dozens of miles of cemetery, and then slowly seeping into each tombstone like spring rain.

At first, the tomb seemed dead silent, without any movement. But gradually, as if a breeze was blowing across the lake, a faint movement of souls emerged.

As time passed, the fluctuations became stronger and stronger like a ignited beacon fire. Soon, the souls and soul power of the Hades warriors from hundreds of thousands of years ago slowly emerged in the cemetery with an ancient and powerful aura.

For a moment, the entire cemetery was shrouded in a mysterious and powerful atmosphere, making people feel as if they had traveled through the tunnel of time and space and returned to that era of war, glory and passion.

An indescribable joy suddenly welled up in Wang Hun's heart. He could clearly and truly feel the power and purity of these soul forces, as if he had touched the pulse of the Hades' once glorious past.

He increased the input of soul power without hesitation, like a warrior who was determined to seize this fleeting opportunity.

Bu Wen Bu Wen also keenly felt Wang Hun's determination. She gritted her teeth, cooperated with Wang Hun with all her strength, and transferred her strength to him without reservation like a bursting dam.

The two of them were like a pair of partners with tacit cooperation, ready to guide these souls and slowly inject their powerful power into the fragments of the Blade of the God of Weapon, hoping to repair this magical weapon that is so vital to the underworld and is like its lifeline.

Their eyes were full of anticipation and concentration, as if their gazes had the magical power to penetrate time and space. They seemed to have seen from afar the moment when the Blade of the God of Weapons regained its former glory, and saw the Underworld moving towards new glory under the protection of this divine weapon.

However, at this critical moment when the dawn of victory was about to break, suddenly, a strong light flashed through the darkness like lightning. The light was like the scorching sun in the sky, so bright that people could not open their eyes. It was so bright that Wang Hun and Bu Wen Wu Wen both subconsciously closed their eyes in an instant.

When they slowly and carefully opened their eyes, they were shocked to find that the scene before them had disappeared without a trace like a dream.

The cemetery, which was originally solemn and full of a sense of history, with countless tombstones standing like silent guards, souls surging like lively life, and the soul power so powerful that it made people tremble, were all swept away by a gust of wind and disappeared completely, leaving only a dark and empty space that seemed to be forgotten by the world.

In this darkness, there were only the lonely figures of Wang Hun and Bu Wen Bu Wen, and the seven fragments of the God of Weapon's Blade that were still floating in the air, as if they had lost their way.

Wang Hun and Bu Wen Wu Wen stood up almost at the same time, their eyes were like frightened deer, full of vigilance and doubt. Before they could recover from this sudden change, they saw countless souls appearing here without any warning, like ghosts emerging from the underworld.

These souls have different shapes and sizes, but without exception they are all tall, like ancient giants.