92: Chapter 92 The Gate to the Dead and the Resurrection of the Gods
Hearing this, the monk's expression remained unchanged, like a tranquil deep pool.
He seemed to have anticipated Qin Xiaogan's resurrection.
However, his hands pressed together in prayer trembled slightly; although the tremor was extremely subtle, it still revealed his inner tension.
Qin Xiaogan slowly stood up from the ground.
His simple robe had long been soaked in blood, the stains mottled and interlaced, like withered red flowers struck by frost in late autumn.
He stared at the monk with indifferent eyes, slowly raising his right hand as a faint blue soul emerged from it.
Seeing this, the monk's expression changed.
Just as he wanted to step forward to stop him, he heard a "crack" sound.
The soul in Qin Xiaogan's hand shattered instantly, accompanied by countless sharp, ear-piercing screams that resounded through the sky.
The screams were like ten thousand ghosts weeping in unison, so sharp they seemed to pierce one's eardrums and reach the depths of the soul, making one's hair stand on end.
The fragments of the soul turned into streams of eerie light, like fireflies lost in the dark night, weaving together creepily to form a hideous gate exuding an evil aura.
The gate was tall and gloomy, like the entrance to a demon's den rising from the Nine Nether Abyss.
The gate was carved with strange and terrifying creatures—vicious ghosts baring their fangs and brandishing their claws, venomous snakes flicking their tongues, and twisted demons—as if they would break free from their bonds at any moment and pounce on any living being that approached.
A dark aura seeped continuously from the cracks in the gate, bone-chillingly cold, like the frigid winds of the polar regions, making one shudder with fear.
At this moment, the gate slowly opened, emitting a teeth-gritting "creak."
Inside the gate was an endless darkness, from which faint, low roars and shrill wails could be heard.
At that very moment, a grand voice resounded in the ears of people all over the world.
【Warning! Warning!】
【Gate of the Dead World, opening】
【Gate of the Dead World, opening】
【Gate of the Dead World, opening】
【Life form warning! Life form warning!】
【Extinction crisis! Extinction crisis!】
【Third stage of global Awakening, forcibly initiated!】
Everyone around the world was stunned, their minds went blank, and time seemed to stand still at this moment.
"Gate of the Dead World? An extinction crisis!?"
"Damn it! My God, please save me."
"This damn world, first the Four Kings Pavilion wreaking havoc on humanity, then constant natural disasters, how did a Gate of the Dead World pop up now?"
"Waaah, Mommy, I want to go home!"
Meanwhile, an extremely powerful energy instantly swept across the globe, like an invisible giant wave.
Whether they were ordinary people or Awakened, after coming into contact with this energy, their bodies underwent earth-shattering changes.
Ordinary people almost instantly became Awakened; their bodies erupted with brilliant light, their muscles became toned, and their minds became more agile.
As for those who were already Awakened, both their potential and their ranks were greatly improved.
It was as if the world was preparing for a rainy day.
…
Great Zhou, Mian City.
A man in white stood proudly on the city walls, his posture as upright as a pine tree, his clothes flapping violently in the wind as he gazed toward the Imperial Capital.
He exuded an aura far exceeding the Emperor rank, and that pressure, like an invisible giant wave, rolled outwards, making the surrounding air feel heavy and oppressive.
He muttered to himself, "Lord of the Divine Sword, God of Ten Thousand Swords."
"Am I… a deity?"
After speaking, the man in white looked back into Mian City.
He saw corpses strewn everywhere, the stench of blood permeating the air, and piles of bodies stacked like mountains—a shocking sight.
Looking closely, one could see that the corpses were all wearing masks of various materials—some like leather, others like metal. And on each mask, three sweeping, calligraphic characters were engraved: Four Kings Pavilion.
…
Great Zhou, Tai'an City.
"Your Majesty, all enemies in the city have been eliminated!"
At the city gate, a soldier covered in pitch-black armor with scarlet eyes knelt on one knee, his head bowed.
Before him stood a middle-aged man wearing an imperial crown and a bright yellow dragon robe.
The middle-aged man, who was the First Emperor, had his eyes slightly closed and a solemn expression, as if he were receiving some kind of information.
He stood tall and straight, like a towering mountain; though he did not speak, he exuded an awe-inspiring majesty.
Subsequently, the First Emperor sighed slightly and replied indifferently.
"Prepare the carriage; we are going to the capital of Great Zhou."
"Yes, Your Majesty." The soldier received the order, stood up, and turned to arrange the departure.
The large entourage set off immediately, banners fluttering, and the sound of horses' hooves was deafening.
The First Emperor sat in his luxurious dragon carriage, eyes closed in thought.
"So, this world is truly this absurd."