The Call of the Visage of the Death God

The Styx was windless and wave-free.

It was like a motionless ink-wash painting.

The raft crossed the Styx without making a single sound of water. Bai Xiaowen stood at the rear of the raft, watching it move, yet he saw no ripples.

The raft did not seem to be floating on the river. Instead, it appeared to be "flying" above its surface.

The Styx was even wider than Bai Xiaowen had imagined.

The Faceless Boatman leisurely poled the raft onward, traveling for three days and three nights.

It should be noted that the sky of the Star of Death Omen was covered in dark clouds, with no sun, moon, or stars in sight. Everything overhead was a hazy gray, and only Nether Qi Vortices could be seen.

In such an environment, the alternation between day and night was nowhere near as distinct as on Earth. One could only vaguely tell that brighter periods counted as daytime and dimmer periods as nighttime. The three days and three nights Bai Xiaowen perceived here had actually consisted of three dim-light periods.

Since the Star of Death Omen had a diameter roughly equal to Earth's and a similar rotational speed, the lengths of day and night were not too different either.

The Ferryman and the Shade passengers on the raft seemed to have no concept of time. Bai Xiaowen and the Yeti, as highly accomplished Evolutionists, could go three days and nights without food or water. They simply would not be in peak condition, since they had expended a little Spiritual Power to sustain their bodies.

On the fourth day, the raft reached the shore.

The Faceless Boatman stood at the bow, leaning on his long pole.

The Shades disembarked in orderly fashion. Every Shade that passed before the Boatman had a thread of ghastly white light split off from its body and fly into the Boatman's "mouth."

It was like paying the fare.

Bai Xiaowen felt somewhat doubtful. It appeared that the Boatman absorbed part of the Shades' energy as fare, but he and the Yeti, two impostors, could not provide any such "fare."

Should he try using Soul Essence?

Bai Xiaowen did not act rashly. The Yeti was ahead of him anyway, so the Yeti would have to pay first. The other party looked like he knew what he was doing, perhaps he had a better method.

Soon, the line reached its end, and the Yeti stepped onto the shore.

He did not pay the fare.

The Boatman's "face," with only three holes in it, suddenly turned toward the Yeti.

With a whoosh, the Yeti punched the Boatman's "face."

That single punch froze the Boatman into an Ice Sculpture.

The next second, the Ice Sculpture exploded, and the Boatman's body turned into Ice Shards that scattered across the ground.

A creaking sound arose, and the raft began to shake.

"Got it. So we're Sitting Overlord Boat!"

Bai Xiaowen's figure drifted as he dashed off the raft while the Boatman was frozen. As he leaped down, he glanced back.

Another Boatman abruptly appeared atop the trembling raft. He was identical to the previous one, with the same terrifying face containing only three holes.

"The raft is the main body." Bai Xiaowen clearly sensed it. The raft they had been riding was actually a conscious Living Thing.

The Yeti seemed not to have realized this, but that did not stop him from fleeing.

They had crossed the river and reached the other side anyway. Whether the disposable helper was the raft or the Boatman no longer mattered.

The two of them sprinted forward almost simultaneously.

They were not afraid of the strange raft and Boatman, but merely wanted to conserve Spiritual Power and avoid a pointless battle.

The next second, a piercing shriek sounded behind them.

It was incredibly grating, like fingernails scraping against glass, making their scalps tingle.

The sound seemed to have shape, spreading outward in rippling waves.

The ground beneath their feet began to tremble, and one Withered Arm after another emerged from the earth.

Very soon, Bai Xiaowen and the Yeti were surrounded by a vast sea of Skeletons.

These Skeletons were all low-tier elite Evolutionist level, with strange Black Spirit Power surging around them. They could no longer be considered Cannon Fodder.

"Damn it," the Yeti muttered, slapping forward with one hand.

Biting Cold Wind spread outward in a cone, freezing every Skeleton frame within several hundred meters ahead of him.

If they had been Skeleton Soldiers at the Cannon Fodder Awakened level, the Yeti's strike would have directly cleared that cone-shaped area spanning several hundred meters. But against a sea of Skeletons with elite Evolutionist strength, he could not wipe them all out with a casual Instant Kill.

Naturally, the Yeti possessed more powerful AOE Ultimate Skills, but there was no need to use them here. Their consumption was too great. His only goal was to slow these Skeletons down and make escape easier.

With the Yeti clearing the way, Bai Xiaowen naturally followed closely behind him.

After running several hundred meters, another sea of Skeletons blocked their path ahead.

The Yeti glanced at Bai Xiaowen, his meaning perfectly clear.

Since they were escaping together, both of them had the duty to act.

Bai Xiaowen looked at the densely packed Skeletons and sighed softly. He raised a finger and tapped his forehead.

The Visage of the Death God Mask clearly emerged. A powerful Suppression force aimed at Undead Creatures spread outward.

The current Visage of the Death God was far more complete than when Bai Xiaowen had first entered the Evolutionist realm. After all, it had Devoured more Death God Bones.

Its Suppression force against Undead Creatures had also risen dramatically. With it on now, Bai Xiaowen did not need to expend any True Yuan Power to emit Suppression fluctuations that surpassed Divine Descendant Creatures of the Undead Race and ranked second only to the Death God.

Groups of Skeleton Warriors froze in place.

Then, an instinct originating from the depths of their souls caused them all to submit.

They automatically opened a path and dropped to one knee.

The Skeleton Warriors seemed to be worshipping their god from both sides of the road.

"You..." The Yeti was stunned.

The instant the Visage of the Death God appeared, Bai Xiaowen sensed that something ahead, veiled by Nether Energy, was exerting a powerful attraction on him and calling to him.

More precisely, it was calling to the Visage of the Death God.

"I understand now... The item Father told me to find, the one that could massively increase my strength and make me invincible in the Land of Origin, is the final portion of the Death God Bones!"

Bai Xiaowen had always been consciously collecting Death God Bones. At present, he had gathered the skull, both arm bones, and both leg bones.

What was still missing from a complete set of Death God Bones?

The answer was obvious: the bones of the torso.

The God of Truth had also given Bai Xiaowen a hint. Once he gathered the Death God Bones, he would be able to complete the Black Book within his sea of consciousness.

The complete Black Book was the Divinity of the Death God.

In other words, as long as Bai Xiaowen obtained the torso portion of the Death God Bones, he could complete the final piece of the puzzle, restore the Divinity of the Death God, and become a god on the spot!

And he would become the Death God, one of the Five Great Gods.

No wonder his father, Bai Yuantang, had said that once Bai Xiaowen obtained that "key item," no matter how strong a Chosen was, they would be no match for him unless a Deity personally entered the fray.

Once he became a god, he would naturally be invincible in the Land of Origin, where Deities did not intervene.

Even as the newly ascended Eighth Generation Death God, he would not be someone Chosen could resist.

Bai Xiaowen's thoughts immediately began to race.

"I came to the Star of Death Omen for the final torso portion of the Death God Bones. Once I gather it, I can become a god."

"Then what did the other Chosen, including the Yeti, come to the Star of Death Omen for?"