Free Web NovelChapter 585: Chapter 338: The Divine War of 100,000 Years Ago
Strands of the Power of Laws spread, and Thor’s consciousness seemed to drift away to a distant place at this moment. In his mind, there was no more time, no more space, and nothing else. It felt as if he had completely fallen into silence.
"Splash!"
The sound of a phantom tide arose.
Initially, the sound was not loud, but gradually it seemed to become clearer and clearer.
As the sound grew louder,
Thor’s previously silent consciousness began to gradually recover.
"What is this?"
Looking at the gray space around him, Thor couldn’t help but be slightly taken aback, with a look of confusion.
Clearly, he was just engaged in battle with a member of the Church of Gods, so how did he suddenly find himself in this gray space?
"Splash!"
The sound of the phantom tide became increasingly distinct.
In the next moment, Thor instantly looked up.
He immediately saw a phantom river piercing through the sky.
The river’s origin was unknown, as was its destination.
As his gaze focused on it, Thor felt his body lighten uncontrollably, and then his whole being was inevitably drawn toward the river.
His expression was tinged with panic, desperately trying to control his body.
But at this moment, it seemed particularly difficult.
Or rather, utterly impossible.
In just a blink, his figure had already stepped into the river.
However, the imagined sensation of entering water did not arrive. Thor even felt that his spirit was enveloped by an inexplicable force. In the next moment, his whole being unwittingly traversed upstream along the river.
"Splash!"
The sound of the phantom tide, once clear, began to blur again.
At the same time, waves upon waves surged up.
Thor’s body stumbled slightly, though fortunately, he wasn’t thrown out of the river.
And the river rapidly carried his figure forward.
It was unclear how much time had passed.
Nor how long it lasted.
When the sound of the tide had almost become wholly phantom-like,
Thor felt a shiver run through his body, and then the surroundings rapidly changed.
The once phantom river seemed to solidify, and not just one but three appeared.
In this gray world, three rivers of the Netherworld pierced through the entire heavens and earth.
The whole space was deathly silent, yet carried a sense of profundity.
Here, the sky was gray, the earth was gray.
Upon the five black rivers rushing by, countless skeletons and undead began to float, bringing a feeling of suffocation that almost stifled the living.
"Rivers of the Underworld!"
"This, this place is?"
Seeing the five black rivers piercing the sky, Thor’s pupils involuntarily contracted fiercely, a touch of shock appearing in his expression.
Thor had seen such a scene twice before.
The first time during the first Divine Revelation, the second during the Kingdom War.
But the only difference was, the first time he had seen just one River of the Underworld.
The second time, he saw only two.
But now he saw as many as five.
These were all the Rivers of the Underworld in the entire Netherworld.
Legend has it that the Netherworld is the domain overseen by the gods, and within it are five rivers spanning heaven and earth, known as the Nether River.
Each Nether River gathers endless Laws.
Each Nether River also represents a Main God of the Netherworld.
But this is only in legend.
Since Ragnarok, the Nether Rivers appearing in the world have never exceeded four.
Most often there is only one, occasionally two, and rarely three.
Yet at this moment, there were five.
According to records from Canaan Academy, this seemed to be due to the complete fall of the Main God of the Netherworld, causing one of the five Nether Rivers to completely conceal itself.
This kind of fall is extremely absolute, impossible even to resurrect.
Only then would such a situation arise.
But now, five Nether Rivers appeared in the sky.
Leaving Thor somewhat bewildered.
Yet amidst his confusion,
images began to appear.
In the dark space, formless ripples spread.
Mighty figures emerged in this space.
They were ethereal, carrying a sense of unreality.
As if projected from the past.
Yet even so, Thor could still feel an aura from them that made his soul nearly tremble.
Terror.
An unimaginable terror.
Thor was certain, these figures before him were more terrifying than anyone he had ever encountered.
Suddenly, as if guided by an elusive opportunity,
Thor abruptly noticed a figure among the crowd.
It was a burly man with silver hair and eyes, an important mark of authority over death, said to be a gift from the God of Darkness, allowing him to instantly seize the life of any being, no matter how far away. Around him, fairies danced gracefully as melodious songs filled the phantom world. His eyes were closed, seemingly absorbed in this elegant symphony.
Thor’s gaze converged, and that figure seemed to sense something too, suddenly opening his eyes wide.
Their eyes met.
In the next moment, Thor felt his consciousness briefly lighten.
When he snapped back to awareness, he found the sound of a melodic symphony in his ears.
"This is?"
He subconsciously opened his eyes.
Before him was a place shrouded in mist, like a fairyland; vast plains, endless flowers, and lush greenery where eternal spring seemed to reside. On this land, there was no sense of pain, war, or sorrow — a place where one could escape all worries.
