Overgods and Deals
A crimson, demonic moon hangs in the sky.
The Nether Hotel is located right next to Nether Mountain.
In front of the hotel was a large lawn, with a lake in the center. When Luo Feng arrived here, led by the young man in the green robe, he saw a pretty red-haired girl sitting by the lake fishing. He walked up to the pretty red-haired girl and bowed slightly. Just as he was about to say something, he heard the red-haired girl's telepathic message.
"Treat me as the boss here. I am the owner of the Nether Hotel," the Sovereign of Death transmitted telepathically.
Luo Feng nodded and entered the hotel.
Having delivered the millions of Inkstone needed for a year, he went to his room, walked to the window, and looked down.
Watching those gods, licking blood from their blades, relentlessly pursuing the Nether Fruit despite knowing it only appears once every countless years, seeing through the liminal space between life and death in the midst of slaughter, though their strength was mediocre, they possessed an inexplicable obsession. Luo Feng Luo Feng observed calmly, adopting the mindset of an observer, a profound tranquility settling within him.
Without warning, he suddenly rushed out of the room and lightly landed on the roof of the Nether Hotel. With a flick of his wrist, an elegant and beautiful guqin landed in Luo Feng's hands. Taking advantage of the wind on the roof, he gently plucked the strings. For the first time, Luo Feng not only played the guqin but also hummed a tune.
Who sealed the forgotten sword? Following the sound of the flute and the hoofbeats, I found you. The most glorious sacrifice is the warrior's destiny. The heart weeps the moment the sword is swung. To live is to prove that life is even greater after the fire burns. To kill is to sing praises of the magnificence before destruction. The night is the wolf's deep eyes, waiting alone for dawn.
The red-haired girl fishing in front of the Nether Hotel listened, and as she did so, the cold and sinister feeling in her heart seemed to find some release. She couldn't help but raise her head and look at the graceful figure on the rooftop, lost in thought. Meanwhile, the powerful figures inside the Nether Hotel, accustomed to battle, were all immersed in the atmosphere of "Kill the Wolf" created by Luo Feng.
It was the voice of a young man. Despite the whistling wind, the singing, amplified by divine power, sounded as if it were right next to you.
The young man's voice was always sharp, a stark contrast to his usual gentle and unassuming tone. It evoked waves of sorrow in the listener, instantly stirring up a sense of desolation within. In this lonely city of death, faced with such bleak scenes, he could no longer control his body. He was no longer the noble and powerful Deity level expert; the indelible mark of his destiny was slaughter.
In the vast sky, the young man's voice echoed softly.
After a long while, Luo Feng's voice gradually faded away. Returning to his room, he found the Sovereign of Death's Water Element Divine Clone. Just as he was about to bow in respect, he heard the Sovereign of Death's cold, emotionless voice. "What were you chanting just now? And what about that weapon in your hand that was making that sound?"
Luo Feng was taken aback, then honestly confessed, "This is a guqin."
The Sovereign of Death nodded indifferently, then said in his ever-cold voice, "Something very interesting. Play it for me."
Luo Feng knew that the Sovereign of Death possessed a long and eternal life, and that she, high above all, was always an unattainable being. Therefore, he only had a few friends, and that loneliness at the top was indeed boring. But even so, what did it have to do with Luo Feng?
Luo Feng shook his head and refused, saying, "I'm sorry, Sovereign, I don't want to play."
The Sovereign of Death's face suddenly turned cold. His gaze swept over Luo Feng, and even though Luo Feng was Paragon expert, he felt his soul tremble just from that glance. The difference between a god and Overgod was like heaven and earth, let alone the fact that the one in front of him was a supreme Sovereign among the Overgod.
"Give me a reason," the Sovereign of Death said coldly.
"I'm not a puppet. Just because the Sovereign wants to hear me, does that mean I have to play?" Luo Feng said, his voice filled with unyielding determination despite the pressure from the Sovereign of Death.
The Sovereign of Death gave Luo Feng a deep look. "Heh, I am the Sovereign, the Sovereign of Heaven and Earth. Heaven and Earth must obey my will. Asking you to play is an honor for you." However, seeing the look in Luo Feng's eyes, the Sovereign of Death knew that the more you pressured this kind of person, the less they would comply. He then coldly said, "State your conditions. What will it take for you to play?"
Luo Feng was under considerable pressure from the Sovereign of Death. So what if Sovereign? This psychologically twisted old hag... Luo Feng felt a surge of malice. He was extremely annoyed that the Sovereign of Death, who clearly wanted to hear his performance and needed his help, was acting as if letting him play was a sign of favor. He was extremely displeased and then indifferently demanded an exorbitant sum. "I was born in a Material Plane. There, we call performers for entertainment 'actors.' When we have them perform, we give them some money. Since the Sovereign wants to listen, fine, a pot of Sovereign’s Might."
The Sovereign of Death knew that Paragon experts were all arrogant, and that his earlier pressure had indeed gone too far. He glanced at Luo Feng with a cold gaze. "As you wish."
Luo Feng was dumbfounded. The Sovereign actually agreed? A moment of silence followed. The Sovereign actually granted his outrageous request? This was a pot of Sovereign’s Might! Even hearing the Sovereign of Death's own agreement, Luo Feng still couldn't believe it.
In fact, when Luo Feng played "Kill the Wolf" earlier, it had already resonated with the Sovereign of Death. This feeling brightened the Sovereign of Death's eyes, which had been bored for countless years. When Sovereign is interested in something, he will not refuse as long as the request is reasonable. Besides, the Sovereign’s Might is not worth mentioning in the Sovereign of Death's eyes. For example, is divine power important in the eyes of Deity level expert? But in the eyes of Saint Domain expert?
"Haha..." The Death Sovereign laughed heartily, "Just the Sovereign’s Might. This thing is extremely precious to you gods, but it has no use to me."
Luo Feng felt a deep sense of helplessness towards this capricious and moody Sovereign of Death. Indeed, Overgod Emissary was not as glamorous as it seemed. "Serving a ruler is like serving a tiger"—this saying truly aptly described Luo Feng's current predicament.
In the end, Luo Feng was satisfied with killing the Sovereign of Death with a single blow. After receiving Luo Feng's reply, the Sovereign of Death left, instructing Luo Feng to hurry to the Sovereign Palace in Nether Mountain to play for him. As he left, he flicked his hand, and a black light shot towards Luo Feng.
Luo Feng immediately reached out and caught it, extending his divine sense. The black kettle was merely a kettle condensed by the Overgod at will using the elements of heaven and earth, so Luo Feng instantly broke through the barrier and observed the inside of the kettle.
This pot is filled with liquid Death Sovereign’s Might, a whole pot! It really is a pot full of Sovereign’s Might. For the first time, Luo Feng realized that having the unpredictable Sovereign of Death as his backer Overgod might be somewhat useful. At least, he should be able to extract a lot of Sovereign’s Might from her. This is a good discovery.
Finally, Luo Feng received the Sovereign’s Might bestowed by the Sovereign of Death, but instead of flying towards the Sovereign Palace in the Nether Mountain, he went to the Undead Sacred Mountain in the Netherworld, where he was waiting for the arrival of his main body and the water and thunder Divine Clone.
The water and thunder Divine Clone and the main body flew towards Luo Feng and merged directly into him. Then, they transformed into a stream of light and flew directly towards the Nether Mountain.