Fourth Hell, Illusion Hell.
Ash sat cross-legged at the edge of the cliff. Behind him stood four ancient, weighty divine seats.
The one on the far left was the Iron Blood God Seat, bristling with countless bloodstained blades. The second was the Flourishing Flower God Seat, as colorful as blooming flowers. The third was the Silver Mirror God Seat, its entire body a mirrored surface reflecting all reality. And the fourth was the Soul God Seat, still condensing, forged from countless screaming Ghosts.
The moment the Soul God Seat was completed, ghostly light wove itself like threads upon the throne, forming a gorgeous elven girl. She was almost naked. Aside from her underwear, only a few purple ribbons wound around her body. Her snow-white skin contrasted sharply with the darkness, making her seem like a bewitching white lotus born from Profound Darkness.
On the other three divine seats sat the Blood-Clad Sword Maiden, the black-robed Witch, and the Ice Curse Mirror Master.
When all of them returned to their places, the entire Hell shook, but the divine seats did not budge in the slightest. Power from infinitely far away flowed into the divine seats through the Gilded River. Their supreme might pierced through past and future, encompassed all things in the Void Realm, and suppressed every phenomenon of Senluo!
At this moment, the four of them were the pillars of the world, the peak of artifice! "Ha, haha, hahahahaha..."
"As expected, a living body is the only way!" Ash's and the Nether Devil's voices rang out at the same time. "Only with hot blood boiling through your whole body can you fight!" "I never thought we'd have a day when we were alive and fighting side by side again." Ash's and the Mirror Demon's voices rang out at the same