Even Death Itself May Die!

An endless Sea of Death, a continuous Mountains of Madness.

They all appeared shrouded in mist.

It transformed a finite space into an infinitely vast one.

They seem both right before our eyes and yet also on the horizon.

All I could hear was the sound of crashing waves and the howling of the blizzard.

But mixed in with these sounds was a rustling whisper.

These sounds seemed to come from ancient, distant centuries, or perhaps they originated from the depths of the soul.

Upon closer listening, it sounds like an excited and frenzied ballad, or perhaps a murmur of unknown fear in the darkness.

Everything around me felt unfamiliar, even though it was something I had known before.

The boundless sea and the endless mountain range, set against the backdrop of this atmosphere, seemed to slumber there like something unknown and Unspeakable.

The battlefield now felt oppressive, distorted, and stagnant.

It has lost all color, leaving only an endless expanse of black, white, and gray.

The fervent flames burning on all the undead creatures no longer burned brightly; instead, they flickered and made a "popping" sound.

They became instinctively restless, an unease deep within their souls making them pace back and forth.

Suddenly, snow began to fall from the sky.

Snowflakes fell, settling on the spirits of the dead.

The spirits looked up and saw a massive mountain range.

A point of light appeared on the mountain range, flickered, and then disappeared.

But the next second, the entire mountain range lit up with countless tiny points of light!

These points of light, like eyes, are constantly blinking and flashing.

The mountains also began to undulate at that moment!

He's alive!

Illuminated by these points of light, they saw a magnificent, enormous, and labyrinthine complex of unknown buildings!

These are unknown creatures that resemble both plants and animals, with bodies shaped like five-pointed stars and covered in many tentacle-like appendages.

It appeared from those buildings.

It carries with it madness, Unspeakable, and an image that washes away reason.

Transported by the "mountain range," they swarmed into the battlefield like bees.

The soul fire on all undead creatures burned even brighter.

However, it has gradually changed from enthusiasm to madness.

In another direction, suddenly, waves appeared beneath the feet of these undead.

In the depths where the tide recedes, lies an endless Sea of Death.

Although shrouded in mist and darkness.

But when gazing at or staring at the sea ahead, it is clearly visible.

That was the unfathomable, dark ocean.

The darkness was like an abyss; just a glance into its depths could make one feel incredibly agitated.

But it's also like a visual treat, making you want to keep looking and find out what's in the darkness of the seabed.

As they continued to observe with their senses, these spirits seemed to see something emanating from the depths of their souls, something that filled them with dread and fear.

But they didn't know what it was; the only thing they knew was that they didn't know.

The unknown turned into fear, and fear altered their perception, causing their SAN value to plummet.

The last vestige of madness crept into their burning soul flames.

At the same time, a huge wave suddenly surged up from the bottomless sea.

What it brought up wasn't just seawater, but also a large group of sticky, cold, and ugly fish-men.

The fish-man image described is merely a subconscious feeling of these undead.

Their true image, in their altered perception, is an unknown and indescribable image.

Especially the largest fish-man at the very front.

A call emanating from the depths of his soul emanated from him, and the Sea of Death that had terrified them before him ceased to be frightening.

Large numbers of the dead began to embrace the Sea of Sea of Death.

They will eventually sink to the bottom of the sea along with R'lyeh.

Meanwhile, in different spaces within the battlefield, fluctuations suddenly appeared from another space.

A large number of undead creatures suddenly got stuck underground and then vanished.

It felt like falling into the ground.

The fluctuations in space immediately disappeared, but the same situation soon appeared elsewhere.

One by one, the dead vanished as circumstances arose that exceeded the fundamental rules governing the world's spatial structure.

Nobody knows where they went.

Huang Lingheng, as the creator, now had a dull look in his eyes.

"This feeling... this... this... this is Shen Hui's true Creation World?"

He couldn't describe how he felt at that moment, a feeling that even the undead creatures he had created had become unfamiliar.

It not only affects undead creatures, but also has an impact on him.

He couldn't fathom how this was possible, how it could directly influence the Creator through the Creation World.

He couldn't help but think of that crazy idea from the very beginning: that Shen Hui had created the Creation World itself.

At that moment, a ridiculous and laughable idea popped into his head.

That means admitting defeat and ending it all.

"How is this possible! Haha!"

Huang Lingheng's figure materialized in this world, and in his Creator Form, he suddenly burst into maniacal laughter from his dazed state.

He looked up at the sky, where a huge crack had appeared out of nowhere.

This indicates that the space here is on the verge of collapse.

"Hehehe, such a realistic Creation World, Shen Hui, is this your limit?!"

After saying this, Huang Lingheng appeared slightly excited.

"You immortal Shen Hui, do you even know what immortality is?! It's useless!"

Huang Lingheng's Hero, who had transformed from a skeleton into a human, was constantly waving the scepter in his hand.

One by one, arrays were generated, and more undead creatures poured out from them.

This battlefield is almost turning into a sea of the dead.

At this time, Shen Hui's mental state was not very good.

To make the Creation World more realistic, to use more power, and to bring to life the Backrooms World, the Mountains of Madness, and the Sea of Death.

The mental strain is considerable, and one must have a more meticulous grasp of the Death World, otherwise it may lead to loss of control.

Shen Hui, as the creator, also manifested his form on the battlefield.

Shen Hui, his eyes bloodshot from looking at the crazed Huang Lingheng, couldn't help but smile.

"Death without death?"

A slightly deep, hoarse voice emanated from Shen Hui's body.

Looking at the very calm Shen Hui, Huang Lingheng had a bad feeling.

The eyes on Shen Hui's chest were all closed.

A hoarse, ethereal voice emanated from Shen Hui's body, chanting each word clearly.

"Those who sleep eternally are not the dead; in the mysterious ages, even death itself dies!"

As the last word fell.

The pent-up fear and madness of the unknown erupted instantly.

The soul flames burning on all the undead began to twist and distort.

From their chest cavities, from their skulls, from the crevices of their bones...

Black tentacles, covered with eyes and mouth-like Tentacles, sprouted up like bamboo shoots after a spring rain.