Daughter of Sauron (Happy May Day, requesting double Monthly Passes)

Hela had been standing before the supreme gate for a very long time.

But she had never dared step through. For this, she had asked Eamon, asked Levi... she knew full well the price of supremacy, and she knew the dangers within.

But now, she felt it was time.

The Death Saint Seat had long ranked second only to the Dark Ancient Tower among top-tier Supreme Treasures, and it had once made Hela's standing in the Pan-dimensional world second only to the Fire Monarch.

Among the raw materials for this treasure, there was one item.

It was Death's Molt.

This was a Primal Relic of no low rank. Its master had been a Primal Spirit that also commanded death, though it was inferior to the Nether Mother River. It was called the Morning-Evening Worm.

Compared with many original life-forms,

it was deeply unfortunate. It had lived for only half a day before passing from birth into death.

Its life was like that of a mayfly, born in the morning and dead by evening, infinitely brief.

Only by drawing infinitely close to death could one comprehend the true meaning of life. Relying on its relic, Sauron forged the Death Saint Seat, a top-tier Supreme Treasure.

And he gave it to Hela.

His daughter, and also the daughter of the Nether Ancestor.

Or rather... his illegitimate daughter.

The Underworld, aloof, transcendent, and absolutely neutral, absolutely could not unite with the Ancestor of Wizards to bear a child. That would send a signal to the other giants.

If the Wizard World and the Underworld joined together, they had to be plotting for all under heaven.

So even now, apart from the four parties involved—Sauron, the Nether Ancestor, the Mother River, and Hela—no one knew the true identity of the famous Death Saint Seat.