The Nine Levels of Hells was vast and massive, each layer of hell was owned by a separate master, they were servant of the God of Death, and they ruled the entire world on behalf of the God of Death.

  The endless River of Death ran through the world of Nine Levels of Hells and reached below the palace of the God of Death.

  In the raging black waves, countless dead souls, evil spirits, undead creatures in the river were moaning. The fog was thick above the river and it was full of all kinds of spooky black-gray colored plants, in the black river underground there were heaps of bones and Soul’s Sand piled up.

  And at that moment, in the depths of the river there was a faint lighting, the faint lighting was like a star, it gradually lit up from a distance and was slowly rising. It was from the depth of hell and was slowly floating against the river.

  In the spooky fog of hell, the faint lighting finally showed its true appearance.

  It was a magical Lamp of Soul. When its light shone on all evil spirits and undead creatures, they were immediately banished. Thousands of souls floated above the vast river, which were shone by the light, were dispersed, destroyed, or suppressed at the bottom of the river.

  And the faint lighting was hanging on top of a large black wooden ship, which came from the depths of hell, and acted as a guide to important souls.

  He was wearing a black robe, his black tattered black robe concealed his appearance, only his pair of sun-like golden eyes flickered under the hood, he held onto a long bone pole, stirred the black river, steeredc the Boat of the Soul along the Styx.

  Thud-thud! Thud-thud-thud-thud-thud-thud!

  Thud-thud! Thud-thud!

  A series of strange beat was knocking, it was as if the bones were rubbing against the boat, it was as if bells were dangling, in a world full of terror, wailing and hissing, the sound was long and crisp, and it was particularly harsh on the ears.

  “Hmm-hmm……”


  “La-la-la-la! La-la, la-la-ah! La-la!”


  “Ah! La-ah-ah!”


  The person on board sang ridiculously, his melody was in a mess and there wasn’t a tune, it sounded helpless and as if he didn’t know when would be the end of his fate, people even felt that he was a dumb.

  He was a man without memory and self; he couldn’t remember his past and had no future.

  But as soon as he spoke or sang, the entire river of hell danced along with his voice; the waves fluttered along with the rhythm of the song, the river was quiet when he was peaceful, the great waves surged when he sang loudly, and there were undercurrents when he was gloomy.

  He was summoned, arrived at the gate of hell, the huge Boat of the Soul moored under the steps of the gates of hell. There were people here and there above the steps. Thousands of dead souls were in a daze as they stepped down, dived into the Styx, they were devoured as the waves swept.

  Above the steps stood a row of more than ten people, the soul-eating goat devil, Heim, who guarded the gates of hell, stood behind them.

  More than ten of them were hidden under dark cloaks; in addition to that, they even used witchcraft to hide their mind power fluctuations and soul imprints, as if they were afraid of others recognizing them.

  However, from the presence of a few on the scene, they were possessing items imprinted with God the Death, if there weren’t any mythical objects for concealment, the power of divine fluctuations would have long shot up into the sky; they were the masters of other layers of Nine Levels of Hells, the most loyal servant of God the Death.

  And a few others, under the long sleeves, from the bone rings wore on their hands, it was obvious that they were the organization of Ghost Wizards which was suppressed and annihilated by the god nearly a million years ago; they were the members of the City of Bones.

  “Look at those dazzling golden pupils!” Flosa excitedly bolted down the steps. He was thrilled to see the man who was steering the Boat of the Soul.

  “The last bloodline of the Golden King, the blood of the oldest king, the owner of the Sword of the King, he’s reduced to such as state!” Flosa’s tone was dramatic, and it looked like he was performing a stage play.

  Bam!

  The soul-eating goat devil, Heim inserted the huge Soul-Eating Steel Fork under the slate, he was still disgruntled as he spoke, “Why did you choose this guy, he cheated me in the past! This guy is my enemy!”


  Flosa immediately explained, “Lynn Ahenaten was the most advantageous contender for the God of Earth and War, the True God’s position once belonged to him. He’s at the mythical level that has survived since ancient times, we need his help!”


  “Of course!”


  Flosa changed his voice, “He’s the only one, the only one who is aware of a way to ascend to the position of a True God. He’s aware of the taboo knowledge such as the World Tree and the god’s cornerstone. Except for the 17 True Gods, no one will ever know what the World Tree is and let alone what’s a god’s cornerstone!”


  “And Lynn Ahenaten knows clearly that we can only know the mysteries with his help!”


  “To know what a True God is!”


  At the mention of the True God, there was a strong greedy glow which bolted from Flosa’s gaze, and his hands were trembling even under his robe.

  Flosa clenched his fist, turned back and looked at everyone, he angrily said, “Ten thousand years! Seventeen True Gods are in control of the world for 10,000 years!”


  “The world created by the Creator, this Crystal Wall System belongs to everyone! Not just a group of others!”


  “The 17 True Gods are high above, enslaving all beings, oppressing us and suppressing us! Who gave them the right? What allowed them to occupy the position of True Gods and we can only become slaves to their servants!”


  “But, from now on, it’s different; we’re going to tell them, tell everyone in the world!” Flosa tiptoed and he was excited as he yelled at everyone frantically.

  “Era! From now on, we’re entering a new era!”


  “We’ll pull the True God, which is labelled as eternal immortality, from the god’s cornerstones, and we’ll destroy the so-called indelible Divine Kingdom and shoot the stars down from the sky!”


  More than ten powerful existences, their bodies were emitting an intense brilliance, although not said, but all could feel a kind of indignant and anger was burning, even the soul-eating goat devil, Heim, there were flames in its scarlet eyes.

  As everyone roared, more than ten of them stood in a circle, as if they had formed a huge energy loop.

  Darkness devoured the earth beneath their feet as if it had formed an immense hole.

  An infinite amount of bone surged out from the earth; infinite numbers of bones, dead souls, evil spirits, Death Knights and skeletons surged out from the earth.

  All kinds of terrible dead creatures poured out of it, with no end in sight, a massive City of Bones formed in the gates of hell. And the soul-eating goat devil, Heim, who guarded the gates of hell, unleashed the power of the gates of hell, cut and blocked all light and exploration.

  The Deathbringers who were guarding there, the servants to the God of Death who were responsible for capturing souls, had long been killed. That region in hell had become a vacuum. No one had expected the soul-eating goat devil, Heim, who guarded the gates of hell, betrayed hell. Not to mention the several lords of other floors in hell also betrayed the God of Death; including the Lord of Hell, Black Flame Bone Dragon, Mikki, who controlled the first layer of hell.

  Bones and hundreds of millions of undead continued to be integrated into City of Bones; it was akin to parts of the city, the corpse demons, bone dragons, Devil Wizards, Soul’s Corpse, those who had only existed in the myth and legend of the existence of dark and terror, had appeared.

  In the end, a city was made from undead, bones, flesh and blood, floated on the gates of hell; it was emitting intense fluctuations that obscure the connection between the sun of the underworld and the earth.

  “It was cut off, the relationship between the sun of the underworld and the Styx!”


  “Clarence! It’s your turn!” More than ten powerful people, who stood on top of the City of Bones, looked at the earth like a burning gaze.

  A Level Seven King of the Dead who was in a black robe, walked down the steps, he was emitting a monstrous pillar of soul fire. It was as if he was walking through two isolated worlds, he crushed the space barrier and boarded the Boat of the Soul.

  Then he reached out and took over the long bone pole from the boatman, Lynn Ahenaten.