As I was leaving, I said only one thing: "The times have changed."
When they shakily made their way out of Avici Hell and reached the upper level, they saw one incredibly powerful Yin God after another. They were instantly dumbfounded, their faces filled with despair.
Their dreams of grand achievements and hegemony had now been completely shattered. The thoughts in their minds could only be described as utterly despairing.
According to mythology, the Eighteen Levels of Hell should have been the underworld where evil people were punished and good people reincarnated. But with the underworld in the hands of the evil gods, it had lost this function.
Now, the underworld no longer distinguished between good and evil. Everyone would sink into it, unable to escape. Their despair was eternal. These evil spirits had to suffer every hardship in the underworld, and only then would their fear generate power, bringing pleasure to the evil gods.
On a certain island, a massive stone roller passed over the ground. The densely packed crowds were crushed beneath it, with nowhere to escape. Soon, they screamed as they were destroyed, only to revive shortly afterward and be crushed again.
"What a twisted amusement for the evil gods. No wonder they're so powerful. They created countless places like this underworld, and their power is growing by the day," I said.
"After all, darkness has always been far easier to create than light." Beside me stood a figure holding the Judge's Brush.
I glanced at him and said, "How did the matter I asked you to handle go?"
"It's already taken care of," the figure said.
"Good." I nodded, my expression filled with melancholy.
After a while, I adjusted my mood and looked at him. "Take me to see it."
Thus, he led me to a