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Netherworld.

Jupiter watched the soul bodies falling like countless meteors, an expression of utter shock appearing on his face. "What... happened in the human world?"

This wave of "soul rain" was terrifyingly vast, wiping out nearly half the living beings in the world.

And there was still an unending stream to come, deaths caused by reduced food production, natural and man-made disasters, and monster uprisings.

With the power of a single Heroic Spirit, he could no longer maintain the Netherworld's normal operation.

Although the Sea of Souls graciously accepted every soul body that fell into it, many still wandered across the land of the Netherworld.

Legendary magic instructors in particular possessed resilient spirits. Though they were inferior to Heroic Spirits, they could still endure for a long time.

"Iliya..."

"Magic Emperor..."

"I curse you..."

Their expressions were savage, their faces filled with bitter hatred as they hurled curses.

Unfortunately, such things meant nothing to a true god.

Iliya could not even be bothered to pay them any attention.

Jupiter, on the other hand, had expended a great deal of effort to send these powerful mages into the Nether Sea.

"No... There are too many, far too many!"

Jupiter scattered a handful of soul bodies into the sea, then looked at the points of spiritual light across the Netherworld, vast as a star-filled sky. A trace of difficulty appeared on his face.

"Honored ancestor..."

At that moment, a young man behind him spoke.

It was Justinian!

After his death, the Emperor's soul body had also regained its youth, but the faith he had received was far inferior to Jupiter's.

When Jupiter had seen large numbers of soul bodies with blood ties to him descending, he had saved quite a few of them and formed a small faction in the Netherworld, like