After leaving the world of all NPCs

If it were Dr. Mei, Kevin, or Su, they would probably have been so angry that they laughed, right?

They had previously fought against Honkai in order to prevent the destruction of the world, and were prepared to pay any price to defeat Honkai, but Ye Zuochen didn't seem to be fighting for any lofty ideas, but just for the sake of fighting itself.

What is the significance of doing this?

Liliana's silver ponytail fluttered in the wind. The knight girl straightened her back and spoke in a calm voice as always: "Your Majesty, there is no need to be so extreme in gaining power."

"Seven years is enough time for you to leave this world. By then, Mekal will not be able to find an opponent and will naturally give up."

"A disobedient god who roams the earth for too long will become tainted with madness."

"After Mekar is resurrected, he will be unable to be resurrected after three times at most due to excessive madness."

Ye Zuochen shook his head, a faint smile appearing on the corner of his mouth.

The sea breeze suddenly became strong, ruffling his black hair.

"The duel has begun, and my opponent has given it his all." His eyes sharpened. "A true duelist must never retreat."

"To win, you must have a clear mindset."

"If you lose, you must lose with a clear conscience."

Ye Zuochen looked at Ying and said bluntly, "I fight for no reason, nor do I need to seek meaning. The gods of disobedience can easily destroy the world, and the godslayers can check them. Similarly, the godslayers can also destroy the world, and there are brave men holding divine swords to kill the demon kings on earth."

"These are the natural rules of this universe."

"Fate urges us to fight!"

"And I don't hate fighting, so that's enough."

Hearing this answer, Ying smiled helplessly and said, "There's really no logic in that. You're just speaking arbitrarily... But if you want to do it, then go ahead. My sword is always ready for you."

Yaezakura's scarf fluttered in the wind.

She had been standing silently at the back, but suddenly raised her head.

A strange light flashed in his purple eyes, and his right hand was already on the hilt of the spiritual knife: "I understand, I will come to correct the mistake on your behalf."

"Pfft-"

Lala suddenly laughed out loud, her long pink hair swaying gently with the laughter. "Xiao Chenchen and Dad are really alike. Both are stupid men who make people helpless."

Her heart-shaped tail swayed gently behind her, but her tone was filled with admiration.

"Mom will definitely say that my vision is the same as hers."

Hearing this, Ye Zuochen nodded and knelt calmly on the beach.

Fine sand stuck to his trouser legs, and the sound of the waves seemed distant at this moment.

"Do it."

These two short words made the air freeze instantly.

Zheng!

Yaezakura's spiritual sword was unsheathed, and the blade drew a sad and beautiful arc in the setting sun.

The whistling sound of the blade cutting through the air intertwined with the sound of the waves.

chap!

The blade cut into the neck precisely, and blood bloomed like cherry blossoms.

But the spine remained strong and the head maintained a delicate balance and did not fall.

Ye Zuochen's expression did not change at all, as if this body was not his own.

Sakura's fox ears trembled violently, and a trace of pain flashed in her eyes.

But she did not hesitate, and with a wave of her sleeve, the Soul Controlling Blade - Cold Prison Ice Sky was unsheathed.

call!

Snow appeared out of nowhere, and the tiny ice crystals reflected colorful light under the setting sun.

The cold air swept over, freezing Ye Zuochen's body along with the spurting blood.

Ye Zuochen in the ice sculpture remained in a kneeling position, with the wound on his neck perfectly sealed in the ice.

The afterglow of the setting sun shone through the ice, casting a faint red glow on his calm face.

……

Ye Zuochen stood by the river, his bare feet sinking into the soft mud on the river bank.

A breeze blew across his naked upper body, but he didn't feel any coolness at all.

Here, temperature seems to have lost its meaning.

He looked down at the clear river water.

My own reflection is blurry and may disappear in the flowing water at any time.

"Is this what death feels like?"

He whispered to himself, his voice having no echo in the empty plain.

No fear, no sadness.

Only a strange calm spread in my chest.

It feels like all burdens have been lifted off my shoulders, and like I'm dissolving into an endless void.

Lifting your right foot, tiny ripples appear on the water surface.

When my toes touched the river water, I felt a warm touch spreading up along the soles of my feet.

The warmth was so comfortable, almost tempting.

I want to completely sink into this tranquility.

"It turns out that death feels so peaceful. It seems not bad."

The left foot also stepped into the river.

The water gently flowed around his ankles, and the pebbles at the river bottom were smooth and round, giving him a reassuring feeling when he stepped on them.

Ye Zuochen couldn't help but walk forward.

If you walk across this river, you will leave the world of the living and die completely.

Zheng!

At this moment, a burning sensation suddenly came from my heart.

Five golden rays emerged from his chest without any warning, dancing in the void like living things.

These golden threads emit a faint but firm light, standing out against the gray background of the Styx.

"This is?"

Ye Zuochen looked down at the strange vision on his chest.

The golden thread connects the distant place.

He suddenly heard something.

Maybe it was an illusion, but there were indeed five familiar voices calling his name.

The feeling of nothingness began to fade.

Instead, he felt an intense pulling sensation, as if countless hands were tugging at his soul.

The pull of the Styx and the tug of the golden thread battled within him.

"No! Not yet!"

Ye Zuochen shook his head violently, and water droplets flew out of his black hair.

As this thought arose, five golden threads suddenly burst out with dazzling light.

He felt an unprecedented force exploding from his chest, forcibly pulling his consciousness back from the fog of death.

His body turned involuntarily, and the river water splashed with crystal water as he moved.

His gaze crossed the river and returned to the shore.

In an instant, the world suddenly turned upside down.

Ye Zuochen found himself standing on the shore.

The river still flows calmly, as if nothing that just happened had happened.

But the remaining golden light on his chest reminded him.

The road leading to the underworld was never taken.

"Okay, the myth of Venus is integrated into the myth of Aphrodite, and the myth of Aphrodite is integrated into the myths of Ishtar and Dumuzid. This golden thread can pull the dead lover back to life!" Ye Zuochen exclaimed inwardly.

Although it is not a complete resurrection, if you encounter the power of [Falling into the Underworld], you will most likely be able to return to the world of the living with the help of [Gilded Heart-binding Silk].

However, he didn't want to go back.

Ye Zuochen suddenly shouted into the dead silence of the underworld: "Baal! I've come to the underworld to kill you! Where are you?"

"If you think that you are the only one who can rule over the gods, the only one who can control the people and the gods, the only one who can dominate all things in the world."

"Then make a window for the house, an opening in the palace wall."

"I will enter your palace and seize your power!"

"Or are you afraid of me and need to capture ninety cities before you have the courage to open the window?"

"If that's the case, I won't blame you!"

"Just kneel down and say to me, 'Greetings, oh godslayer! I am your servant, forever your servant.'"

As the words echoed in the underworld, a syllable vibrated in the void like the tolling of a bell.

Suddenly, the space in front of me distorted and a huge window appeared out of thin air.

That was not a window of the human world, but a window made up of the flowing water of the River Styx and the dark blue phosphorescence.

boom!

The window was open, and Ye Zuochen's body was pulled in by an invisible force.

The world spun, darkness and light alternating wildly in my vision, until my feet touched the ground and the grandeur of the temple came into view.

This is a magnificent palace made of silver, gold and lapis lazuli.

The dome is so high that the top cannot be seen, but it supports the entire sky of the underworld. Countless blue flames are suspended in the air, illuminating the hall like stars.

The ground was not paved with stone slabs, but flowing liquid gold, which strangely carried Ye Zuochen's footsteps.

Ripples appear, yet it is as solid as a rock.

Four towering pillars stand in the four directions, with bronze statues of giant snakes wrapped around the pillars. The snakes' pupils are inlaid with blood-red gems, staring coldly at the intruders.

The walls are decorated with relief carvings of ancient war scenes.

The fight between Baal and Yam, the god of the sea, the heroic act of capturing ninety cities, and the eternal battle with Mot, the god of death, every picture seems to be still flowing, and the roar of the war between gods can be faintly heard.

At the end of the temple, on top of nine layers of obsidian steps, is a throne carved from a single piece of lapis lazuli.

Mekal sat on it.

053 Ye Zuochen: I want to fight with you

"Godslayer." Mekal's voice was no longer furious, but instead carried the hollow resonant resonance of Hades, rippling the golden ground. "How dare you set foot in the realm of the dead?"

"What's there to be afraid of?" Ye Zuochen stepped forward, a sapphire aura emanating from his pores. "The cycle of life and death! I will break your cycle of life and death right here in this cemetery!"

Mekal put his hands on the armrests.

"This is Baal's underworld temple! This is the kingdom where I have ruled over the dead for seven years! It is also the projection of the temple on Mount Zaphon in the underworld. Here, I am the king, and my words are the law. Godslayer, you are just a ghost, how can you disobey the king of the underworld?!"

boom!

Ye Zuochen's knees sank suddenly, and the golden ground under his feet actually sank into spider-web-like cracks under the heavy pressure.

That is not actual weight, but the absolute suppression from the power of the underworld.

Every inch of air turned into invisible mountains, crushing down from all directions.