Spirits

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The warm mortal world, the cold underworld, are reflected in two distinct colors under the cutting of the Netherworld. I am a priest, a priest who can shuttle back and forth in the mortal underworld at will, and I have seen too much of the warmth of the mortal world, and I have also seen the few cold winds in the underworld. I love the mortal world, I love those who worship me as a god even though they have no spiritual power, I love the blue sky and the purity of the heavens at night, I love the gentleness that shines in the eyes of those people, I love the bright palaces...

I hate the underworld, except for one person who can touch the softness of my heart—Tang Yu.

The black walls of the Night Hades surrounded the black loneliness, the purple red of the night was reflected in the blood red by the flames of the phoenix, I stood on the highest black tower of the Night Hades Palace, the cold wind poured into my robes, I could easily see the bazaar in the distance, the mist on the edge of the Netherworld Sea. Everything was blood-red, just as the murderous aura perpetually permeated the darkness above the Hades at night.

Everyone who enters the House of the Underworld is the same: starting as a first-level sorcerer. But there is a cruel set of rules here, if you just want to be a small magician, you are wrong, no one can stop, and those who lag behind will be eliminated by the rules. Not to be expelled from the Night Hades Palace, but to be killed by people with high spiritual power. Everyone was forced to climb up, die halfway through, and paint another layer of crimson on the red sand on the training ground, or send it to the pinnacle - the Dharma Protector. The Dharma Protector only represents a small peak, and there are actually not a few Dharma protectors who have been replaced, but I can see Tang Yu's efforts, and I can always see him studying magic in the library, and he has been constantly improving.

Legend has it that the sand on the training ground was white at first, but after years of blood, it has turned into red sand that cannot fade into color, and my heart wells up with inexplicable sadness.

Priests are not bound by this rule, and everyone knows that priests exist for the king, but they ignore the latter sentence: if the priest does what he does not do for the king, then the priest does not have to exist. This may be a warning or a mantra. My affection for Tang Yu can only be suppressed in the bottom of my heart, and the sea of the underworld washes over the walls of the Night Hades Palace.

An uncertain king, a priest standing in front of him, and a dozen Dharma protectors who came out of the blood, formed the core of the Hades Palace.

Despite this, there are still people who are desperate to enter the Night Hades Palace, and our final destination here is nothing more than to dye the red sand with another layer of crimson, and don't think about going out after entering the Night Hades Palace.

Who is it that sets such cruel rules?