A mighty river, from the beginning to the end, from birth to death, traversed hundreds of millions of worlds, and the cosmic boundary of the expansion of the speed of light could not make this great river hinder in the slightest.

Every world born of infinite possibilities must also have a tributary of this river, otherwise there can be no life and intelligence.

The river is full of shadows, all of which are empty and pale souls, symbolizing the origin of life and wisdom.

They are numb and ignorant, consumed by the waters of the River Styx, and thrown into the vortex of reincarnation, becoming the nourishment for the growth and existence of all things.

This is the redistribution of the "soul", without which everything is cold and dead, and even the universe itself will always be on the border of chaos due to the absence of the observer.

And above the great river, a tattered wooden boat slowly swung in, it seemed to be here, and it seemed to be there, and it seemed to be everywhere.

The river that melts all things is as gentle as a stream in front of this wooden boat, quietly floating forward.

A tall gray-robed figure stood on it with its waist bowed, paddling the long oar again and again, and it seemed that it had stabbed to the bottom of the bottomless river at once, and it seemed that it was only an insignificant trace of water.

He raised his head, and the shadow under the mask was exposed to the starlight without warning, revealing a pupil as white as ink, which took over the entire face.

On the shore stood a man who seemed to have been waiting for a long time, he was also dressed in a wide gray robe, but his head was exposed, a smooth and white skull.

There are no two banks of the River Styx, there are only chains that connect all the dead and the new, but in this place, there is a pier for the ferryman to stay.

The gray-robed man on the wooden boat ignored the long-waiting gray-robed skeleton, and skillfully fastened the rotten straw rope to the wooden boat that crossed the Styx of the Ten Thousand Realms, and walked slowly.

The ferryman was stopped by the gray-robed skeleton.

The gray-robed skeleton roared gloomily and hoarsely, "Something has happened to the Chamber, my Lord of Death. ”

The ferryman raised his white pupils on a black background, quietly stared at the gray-robed skeleton, and said softly: "The box court did not issue an early warning. ”

The gray-robed skeleton seemed to be unable to bear it anymore, and said as if it hated that iron could not become steel: "The box court is just a tool, and if it is a tool, there will be loopholes!" The Watchers of the Life Spiral have spotted the trail of 'that', and I want you to dispatch the enforcers immediately...... No, I'm going to destroy that disgusting tumor myself! ”

As he spoke, he turned away and fulfilled his promise.

The ferryman lifted a phalanx and gently placed it on the shoulder of the gray-robed skeleton, and the space trembled heavily, as if a finger was pressing a strong ant, pressing the hard spine of the gray-robed skeleton to bend, and the feet sank slightly, splashing a fine cloud of smoke and dust.

"As I said, Hakowa didn't give an early warning. Watchmen, they're just too curious. After all, it's been a long time since they've seen something they can't understand. ”

The gray-robed skeleton stood up straight, propped up the heavy finger, gritted his teeth and said, "Box Court, that's Box Court!" Even in the vast multiverse full of infinite possibilities, there are only thirteen box gardens, and because of the invasion of the cancer of all worlds, five of them have been destroyed! You're still ...... here."

The ferryman sighed, and then his temperament changed, from approachable to vast and inviolable majesty.

It's like the death that all things are going to do.

"The undertaker is the one who personally broke the crown of the Lord of Death from your head and let you continue to govern the underworld. Is it my kindness that gives you the illusion that you can point fingers? ”

The gray-robed skeleton clicked all over its body, bursting into tiny cracks, frantically devouring the stable space, and messing up the otherwise orderly structure of the spatial units.

It roared unwillingly: "Eyes of the dead! Hakowa is not your property alone, it's us, the source of our chaos, who created Hakote......"

The ferryman chuckled lightly and said softly, "You better go to the deepest part of the underworld to calm down." ”

Even the immeasurable weight and spatial fragmentation only slightly shook the gray-black earth cracked, revealing a crimson molten light, and countless chains flew out quickly from the depths of the earth's cracks, winding the gray-robed skeleton so that its entire body shrank and twisted, and the bones were misaligned violently.

The gray-robed skeleton struggled desperately, the gray streamer overflowed, and the chains did not change at all, but it still brought death to all things, even if the space was also under the influence of the gray light, it collapsed and perished, and the space fell from three dimensions to two dimensions, and then from two dimensions to one dimension, zero dimension!

The gray space pulls the strings of time, and the space-time plane falls into the vortex of death together, reproducing the birth of the singularity, and the infinite energy is about to bloom without restraint, and the light and heat comparable to the supernova explosion are about to sweep this dead land.

The ferryman gently stretched out his index finger and put it on his empty lips, and softly, "shh

Then, the quantum sea, which had been boiling for eternity, came to a standstill, and the tides in the vacuum comically froze in a world of death that had lost the concept of time.

The realm of death, which was even more terrifying than absolute zero, existed for a short moment, even with only one Planck unit of time, but it was enough.

The collapsed space-time was instantly frozen into the hardest spatial crystals, taking on a gray-blue color, refilling the spatial skeleton.

The ferryman constricted the scope of the realm of death, and only affected the corner of the gray-robed skeleton, and the corner of the neat robe turned into a hard gray-blue crystal along with the space, falling off the robe, and abruptly freezing in mid-air.

These are two very different concepts of death, the former hastening the onset of death and bringing all things to a broken end; The latter directly deprives all things of the right to flow in time, allowing everything to freeze in the world of death.

With a wave of his hand, the ferryman silently stored the frozen space crystals that were completely embedded in time and space, preventing the normal operation of the space from being disrupted.

The gray-robed skeleton struggled in despair, "Eyes of the Dead, you don't understand the horror of the Cancer of All Worlds at all!" ”

It looked at the starry sky, a star twinkling and dwinging, slowly but surely dyed with a cloudy color.

It laughed miserably, "Look, another universe has been swallowed." The purpose of its existence is to destroy the world! Do you think that's some kind of fun caterpillar! ”

It turns out that the bright stars in the sky are not the shadows of the stars thousands of years ago, but symbolize the magnificent universe.

The ferryman nodded and said, "I know." But isn't it my duty to keep a record of all this until the end of the day of destruction? ”

The gray-robed skeleton froze for a moment, then let out a beastly roar, its sturdy chains bound to the deepest depths of the underworld, allowing the surging fire lava to imprison its irascible soul.

The ferryman smoothed out the cracks in the earth with a stroke of his hand, and then continued slowly.

As it progressed, countless gray-robed and skeletal Grim Reapers bowed down to greet it.

The ferryman reached out for a book, and a heavy, worn parchment appeared in his hand from the void.

"Now, let's continue the cycle of soul and spirit."