The gray sky, the reddish haze, the whole world was silent, there was no wind, no insects, no signs of life, like a dead place, like a chaotic land abandoned by the gods.

Patches of corpses and bones were spread all over the black earth, and the gold-black armor equipment was scattered all over the ground, rusted by the years, and there was no longer the glory of the past.

This is a battlefield that I don't know how many years have passed, and the bones half-hidden in the dirt are strange, some even reaching tens of feet high.

Some of them emitted a faint light, and it was hard to imagine how huge their bodies and great strength they had during their lifetimes.

It is a very ironic picture that it is filled with immortal sacredness, but it is full of decaying bones.

A pitch-black river lies in the middle of the battlefield, with no source in sight and no end in sight.

The whole river looks inexplicably weird, there are no waves, no waves, as silent and oppressive as this world. But I can feel it flowing, and the oppressive breath like an abyss is constantly being released from the inside out.

If anyone sees it, they will be shocked or surprised, this is the river of the underworld that has disappeared for a full 100,000 years, the River Styx.

The River Styx gave birth to the entire primordial creatures of the underworld, and is the source of the power of all warriors in the underworld, in the underworld shrouded by the River Styx, there will never be real death, even if it is wiped out, as long as there is still a trace of soul, it can be reborn in the River Styx and become its warrior again.

Of course, Styx recognizes the case, after all, it also comes at a price.

As for what the price will be, there is no way to know.

......

One day, the eternal river Styx suddenly roared, and the black surface of the river boiled like boiling water, and the waves rolled higher and higher, crashing, and shattering.

The whole world shuddered, and the bones collectively let out a shrill whistling in response. There are sorrows and joys. It was the trembling of an era, the endless years of humiliation and anger.

This scene lasted for nine full days, those screaming corpses gradually turned into chanting, and the tragic atmosphere filled the entire chaotic world, and the pictures of fighting and despair continued to unfold in the air, which was the last obsession of the warriors of the underworld.

Then it turned into bits of ghostly light that came together and poured into the River Styx like a rushing river.

As the River Styx calmed down again, the world returned to silence.

A thin figure emerged from the surface of the River Styx, lying quietly flat, his little pale face lifeless.

Until he opened his eyes, what kind of eyes were they, no whites, only black pupils, as dead and silent as the River Styx, as deep and oppressive as the River Styx.

"Ahh Nose"

He let out a deep sigh and slowly stood up, standing calmly in the middle of the River Styx, the dark water trampled under his feet like a mirror.

In his left hand, he held a huge book phantom, the cover of which was black without any handwriting, exuding an aura of simplicity and solemnity. In his right hand, he also held a book, which was a real thing, with a white cover and two simple words on it: reincarnation.

It's just that it's much thinner than the black book.

He stared quietly at the black book phantom in his left hand until it slowly vanished, yes, out of thin air, as if it had never appeared in this world.

The white book let out a soft groan of pleasure, and finally turned into a mark and burrowed into the palm of his right hand.

He walked ashore in the river, his long, wet hair clinging to his back like ink.

He looked at the bones all over the ground in confusion, and walked past them with his feet raised, a little cautious for some reason.

He stood for a long time past a ruined battle flag, as if a long century had passed.

He reached out and tore off the black and white battle flag and wrapped it around his unclothed body.

He walked aimlessly, and he didn't know where he was, who he was, where he was going, what he was going to do. No one told him, he only knew to move forward, because that was what separated him from the whole world.

Finally, one day, he was a little tired. He crouched down and looked at the golden skeleton in front of him, a hint of curiosity on his face. He stretched out his finger and gently touched the golden skull, but he didn't want to, the skeleton immediately shattered and turned into gold dust on the ground.

"Ahh

He let out an angry growl in his throat, and raised his foot to kick the other skeletons around him, and soon, a large patch of five-colored bone meal mixed with the black dirt looked mottled and brilliant.

Suddenly, a black and white skull was kicked straight into the air instead of shattering under his feet.

He excitedly ran to the falling skull, picked it up in his hand and patted and knocked it, and for the first time there was a smile on his face.

On the banks of the River Styx, he bent down to place the skull in the water, then lay on the shore and waited. He didn't know why he was doing the way he did, but he just felt like he should be.

The skull slowly fell in the water, and an ethereal call sounded in the River Styx, as if it was far and near.

"O ancient undead! Traitor of my king, with the repentance of Erhenggu, with the obsession of atonement, wake up!"

The skull shook violently, and a faint cluster of soul fire appeared in the center of the skull.

He asked:

"Who are you?"

The ethereal voice replied with a bit of coldness:

"I am the Spirit of Styx, the Mother of Hades!"

The skull's dark blue soul fire was extremely weak, and it seemed to be extinguished at any moment.

"Who am I?"

Styx didn't answer his question.

"100,000 years ago, the gods and demons were unscrupulous, unwilling to be reincarnated, and plotted to kill our king. With the power of the two worlds, the most loyal Shura king under my throne rebelled and attacked, my king fell, the book of life and death was plundered, and the book of reincarnation was sealed. I was then shattered by the Gods and Demons and fell into this land of shattered chaos. ”

The skull let out a sharp roar, and the soul fire exploded as if it had been suddenly poured into a basin of hot oil.

"I remembered, I remembered, I am Canaan, the king of Shura, I am Canaan, the great Styx, you are right, I am a sinner, why do you want me to wake up painfully?"

"It is not my wish that my king will give you a new life. ”

"Your Majesty? Your Majesty has also woken up? Where is he? Your Majesty has forgiven me?"

Styx let out a sigh:

"The first generation is gone, and my king is the new king, Theo. The reincarnation is sealed, life and death are lost, the order is chaotic, and the power of life and death reincarnation cannot be obtained, the new king is weak, and the underworld is weak. Now my king Theo is merciful, and he gives you rebirth and atonement. ”

The skull cracked through the lines, and asked sadly:

"Great Styx, please guide me back to Your Majesty, please tell me how to swing my sword again for His Majesty Hades. ”

Styx was silent for a long time before he responded:

"100,000 years ago, I blasted the gods and demons out of the underworld, and at the same time sealed the gate of the netherworld with the only remaining remnants, there are still many gods and demons left in the netherworld, and without my protection, I can't imagine the tragedy of the entire netherworld in these 100,000 years. My power has not yet been restored, and I can only give you rebirth and unseal part of the reincarnation book. You went east, and at the end of the day, I knocked a crack in the Chaos Barrier and helped my king and you return to the netherworld. King Shura, I will seal the memories of your previous life, and if you rebel against my king again in the future, that memory will be revived with it, and you will fall into eternal hell, so that you can do it yourself, Canaan!"

The skull's soul fire was suddenly extinguished, and it quietly fell into the dark depths of the River Styx.

The child sat on the shore and waited day after day, disappointment spreading over his dark eyes again and again.

Finally, one day, the River Styx boiled again.

Although it is not as turbulent as before, it does not resonate with the world as before.

After a little while, everything was quiet again. A gray-and-gray skull emerged from the water, and a faint blue soul fire flickered in its hollow eye sockets, staring directly at the child on the shore.

"Nose, nose, nose, nose..."

The child tilted his head, looked at the skull, and couldn't help but reach out and touch his smooth bone.

The skull stood up, and a large shadow enveloped the child lying on the shore. This skull actually grew seven or eight feet tall and skeletal.

The child grew his mouth and looked at the skeleton in surprise. Extremely complicated muttered.

"Ahh Nose!"

The skeleton opened its broad bony palms and lifted the child up and placed it on its thick bone shoulders. The child was surprised at first, and then screamed excitedly. The skeleton looked around again, determined a direction, and strode forward, its bones making a screeching sound from the friction. His consciousness was blank, he had no memory, he only felt that fate was guiding him in the direction, and going in that direction was the prelude to the era.