Chapter 92: Chapter 69 A Glimpse of the Future
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Having traversed the long fissure, Iapetus once again arrived at the gates of the Underworld.
Unlike the ever-changing surface world, the Underworld often remained unchanged for millennia. But this time, at the gates of the Underworld, in addition to the familiar River Styx, Iapetus also saw a lake of fire.
It was a part of the Sun that had fallen, but after being tainted with the mixed aura of the present and the beyond within the Underworld, it could no longer return to the sky.
After staring for a while, the God of Speech silently warned himself that in Chaos, unless you possess the boundless power of the Twin Gods of the Dark Night, ones strength does not determine ones fate.
His own brother had once been so proud, but now he was locked in his own domain, watching his eldest son drive the divine chariot for his enemies.
Greetings to you, Lady.
Accustomed to the route, he nodded slightly to the Styx River and then, as before, received no response. The God of Speech flew over the increasingly vast grey plains. Just like the humans before him, certain peculiar lifeforms caught his attention.
They were undead, twisted forms of life made of corpses, white bones, or some other things. They exuded a negative aura, naturally despised by any living being.
These creatures are becoming more numerous. Even without corpses, they can naturally come into existence due to the unique environment of the Underworld If these living beingsthese undead dared to appear above ground, the gods would certainly have cleansed them.
Frowning slightly, Iapetus did not linger and continued flying towards the direction of the Nether Moon.
After all, the Underworld was not his residence. Like the Goddess of Deceit or the God of Destruction, the deities of the Underworld were willing to tolerate them, so there was no need for him to meddle.
The God of Speech looked down upon the land from the sky, while in the Underworld, a few of the wiser undead looked up at the sky. They saw a trail of light crossing the sky, and in the burning Soulfire, they too harbored disgust and hatred.
They knew of these beings, these gods that sometimes came here.
These gods from the earth were different from the native deities of the Underworld. Sometimes they were just passing by, but other times they would randomly kill any undead they saw. Although they didnt know why, it was clear that these beings did not like them, so the undead also harbored hatred for the earths gods, just as they hated the living on the earth.
Unfortunately, in this era, mortals could not threaten the deities. Regardless of their thoughts, they could not harm the gods in the slightest.
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