The Aftermath of the Grand Competition

The cold fire armor was like a flowing shadow, casting its light on the ancient trees of the forest.

"It seems to be the Cold Fire Armor..."

The air here was extremely oppressive, with a pile of golden coins to the left and a dark abyss that could instantly swallow souls to the right.

"Child, you are quite bold, aren't you?"

The soul cultivator stood with his hands behind his back, looking at the abyss. The aura emanating from the abyss made even this Soul Exterminator tremble.

"Old ghost, you're too kind. We've already delved deep into the Underworld. If we were to leave the tomb, I and my clan would have already been buried here."

Lin Fei: "..."

"You wretched creature, how dare you want to trade with me here? Since I dare to let you pass, I must have a reason for it!"

Lin Fei didn't answer immediately; he slowly raised his eyes.

Before that, in the sea of consciousness, a divine decree appeared, turning into a tangible entity. It was inscribed with ancient characters, which were then analyzed by the surrounding spiritual energy.

"Seven parts luck, three parts fate, but the divine decree is the thread that changes fate."

Lin Fei smiled faintly, full of confidence.

"The divine decree has the ability to control your fate, and it can also gather the power of curse around you."

"You are getting more and more arrogant!"

"Old ghost, if you dare to use this as a bargaining chip to satisfy your selfish desires, I can make you and your clan control this curse, and from then on, you will truly become a branded subordinate."

The soul cultivator raised his hand, and the majestic aura surged.

"Take it! Take it all! These playthings have been guarded by this old man for half a lifetime, and they are only worth a few herbs. Rather than letting them be wasted, it's better to let you enjoy them!"

"This old man will trust you one last time today!"

The soul cultivator said, but he didn't really believe Lin Fei.

Or perhaps, he still had some hope for the arrogance Lin Fei displayed.

"I hope you, child, can do it..."

The soul cultivator let out a long sigh.

Lin Fei turned around and walked towards the source of the trade.

And during this process...

He also didn't let go of the past.

At the same time, those who held the past in the outside world were all in the dark abyss, unable to extricate themselves. The traces of the past once again surged, revealing even more shocking truths.

[Analysis: I have judged that the descendant of the Thousand-Year Curse, the female descendant, is not only the reason for her ten-year curse, but also the reason for her brilliant and pitiful life, and the final brand of the person who sent her to the tomb.]

[The Thousand-Year Curse is trapped in the ruins of the Underworld, not only because her divine status is broken, but also because she can never break through the Soul Exterminator in her life.]

[And, most importantly, that Heavenly Envoy who bore the burden of the future, has since then been completely erased from the long history of the battlefield.]

[In that era, the Heavenly Envoy who represented the supreme authority of the Great Underworld had already fallen into a state of unbearable suffering, and could 'not be tolerated by heaven and earth'.]

[At that time, the Great Underworld no longer had the Heavenly Envoy's divine might, but only the faint divine might of the Heavenly Envoy in the blood.]

[Just like the 'Great Elder' of that era, it was already a time when the divine envoy had few successors, and there was no great sacrifice of tens of thousands of offerings. She only had herself.]

[Because the descendant of the Demon God of that era was the Heavenly Envoy's flesh and blood, and her body was the Heavenly Envoy's flesh and blood! Once she showed the power to save her life, she would be able to unleash her power.]

[The Demon God's descendant then became powerful and arrogant, and then her parents were killed by the Demon God's descendant. She herself only had the strength of a king, and wanted to avenge her father and mother, and pay the price for the Demon God's descendant.]

[Those Heavenly Envoys who were originally worshipped by mortals could only hide in the dark corners of the world, and were even refined by the Demon God's descendant into the 'divine objects' of that Demon God.]

[If the descendant of the Thousand-Year Curse could become a god in his early years, then the Great Underworld would only leave behind a trace of divine power, and in that era, the battlefield would definitely have a successor of tens of thousands of demigods!]

[With such a strong person present, it is possible to deal with the Demon God's descendant. It is also possible that the Demon God's descendant is only in the early stage of the 19th level, and can be suppressed.]

[Thousand-Year Curse, your future successor is not only your own, but also your clan's, and even the battlefield's fight against the Demon God's brand.]

"Hmph!"

The Heavenly Emperor's seat, the Thousand-Year Curse, trembled, and the majestic aura scattered on the ground.

The grief of the era.

It was like a bloody wound, revealing the tragic past she had.

"Heavenly Envoy... Demon God's descendant..."

"My father... my own father..."

She never thought that her downfall was even more tragic.

Only Lin Fei told her that because of her understanding and fear, she had to use her hands to fill the gap left by the world's descendants and the Demon God's descendant.

"I... I have become a sinner!"

The Thousand-Year Curse's eyes shed tears for the first time.

She could disregard the calculation of her own life, and she could disregard the wealth of the three families, but she could not bear to have the Heavenly Envoy's position trampled underfoot.

She couldn't help but sigh.

The Angel of Death was actually in the mortal realm, having fallen to the mortal world.

A skeleton was left behind. A skeleton that was supposed to be the Angel of Death, but it spoke human language, and even its own body felt unfamiliar.

"If I had a successor, why would the Angel of Death be like this?"

Lin Chen couldn't help but feel sad. He didn't dare to believe that he couldn't be a successor, let alone pay a price for it!

"The matter of the Angel of Death..."

Lin Chen already knew that the phantom had already narrated it.

She didn't expect that the Angel of Death's ability could actually penetrate the past of the mortal realm.

What kind of existence was the Angel of Death?

"..."

Lin Chen and Ye Chenxi looked at the halo above their heads, and their hearts were also dark. "The Angel of Death..."

"The fallen souls of that era were probably deeply buried."

Ye Chenxi chuckled, and immediately looked up at the sky.

"Angel of Death, since you can see the Angel of Death, then after the Angel of Death, what will the fate of the fallen souls be? What will I be?"

"..."

At this moment, the Angel of Death was completely immersed in the heroic spirit of the Ice Emperor's location.

Lin Chen's complexion was heavy, and he didn't dare to approach directly.

"Pfft!"

His skin was burned, and his flesh was scorched, but under the force of the Heavenly Cycle, the pain turned into his most cherished treasure.

"Heavenly Cycle! To think that I could be reborn in such a state of pain!"

Lin Chen was overjoyed.

He didn't hesitate, and his gaze was fixed on the two herbs growing in the mud.

The fire burned and the ice condensed.

"Only the two herbs can help me. They can be injected into the Ice Emperor's body and become a promise."

"It's not too late, first use the antidote to the old poison's poison."

Lin Chen remained silent.