Chapter 396: Chapter 34: Nether River Ferryman! Awakened – Xu_3

Lady Hecate was gentler than Shawn imagined.

With the transformation of the death angel and the divine attendant from the Otherworld into ferrymen of the main stream of the Nether River, it was evident that a portion of weaker souls transformed into ferrymen of the tributaries of the Nether River. Among them, some figures seemed familiar to Shawn, as if they were Night Watchers who had once fallen in battle at Dorne City.

Lady Hecate had never forgotten them, nor their accomplishments.

The Path of Death was finally complete!

Shawn smiled.

Suddenly, he felt a sense of relief. The incarnation of the Demon Lord dissipated, and he turned back into a human. After waving and opening the Teleportation Gate to the Realm of Reality, Shawn entered without looking back.

With Lady Hecate there, he needn’t worry about the Netherworld.

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The whole Ring City had turned into ruins.

Wherever Shawn’s gaze fell, there were limbs, corpses, and skeletons scattered all over the place. The city’s original population was around 900,000, but now only about 100,000 survived, with casualties close to 80%.

Traces of death pollution covered the ground, and the Negative Energy Domain was omnipresent. The Land of Desecration spread along the streets, with the scent of plague lingering in the drifting death fog.

In corners across the main street, the corpses of ghouls were everywhere.

Clearly, after Shawn teleported into the Divine Kingdom, the battle in Ring City hadn’t ended. The towering Black Tower had already fractured into two segments, and the Transcendents from Abyss City temporarily took over the defense of the city. Ordinary people couldn’t survive here anymore; this place could erupt into a terrible plague at any moment. Before the arrival of the Great Druids from the Path of Nature, all mortals must be evacuated.

“The Half-Plane is almost full!” The whisper of the No.1 Sealed Object, the Mechanical Brain, echoed.

It directly communicated with Shawn’s Mind Path: “You’d best use the Creation Skill to further expand the Half-Plane quickly.”

Shawn nodded slightly and said, “Understood.”

“Temporarily settle them in the Half-Plane; once the Great Druids finish clearing the battlefield, they can return here.”

The Holy Residence Ceremony of the Druids must be relied upon to cleanse the pollution throughout Ring City.

There seemed to be trouble on the Path of Nature as well. The Great Druids weren’t seen in battle, but they should assist in the subsequent cleanup.

There appeared a High Tier Undead Wizard, who landed before Shawn, bowed respectfully and said, “Lord Shawn. The bodies will be reclaimed and dealt with by us.”

“The remains of the undead creatures, we’ll incinerate together.”

These corpses are resources.

It might seem cruel, but Shawn knew that the Path of Death’s style was always like this.

He nodded faintly and said, “Understood.”

These hundreds of thousands of mortal corpses, if left untreated, would only lead to an outbreak of plague or even further undead transformation. The people of the Path of Death want to take them away, which didn’t come as a surprise to him. Until he had sufficient authority, Shawn had to abide by the rules of the Path of Death.

Underneath the ruins of the Black Tower, Shawn saw a graceful bald man who observed everything nearby with compassionate eyes, holding a celestial blue clay urn that was broken at one corner.

——Vessel of Greed [Divine Artifact] [Soul Suppressing]?!

The broken corner was sealed with a mysterious engraving of True Words, silver-white runes wrapped around the urn like chains.

“Master Xu.” Shawn slightly bowed his head, greeting respectfully.

Clearly, in the battle of Ring City, this master was the main force. He even needed to intimidate other death demigods.

Master Xu clasped his hands together as a sign, and directly tossed the Vessel of Greed to Shawn before him, his eyes without a trace of attachment or greed, as if the divine artifact was just a trinket to him.

In a gentle voice, he said, “You can keep this.”

“Use it carefully, do not become immersed in it.”

As if recalling something, a peculiar Secret Technique Seal emerged in his palm, filled with countless engraved runes—this was the rune matrix from the Mage Path that no martial monk, however powerful, could master.

Master Xu calmly said, “This was left to me by a close friend.”

“It seems it can connect to a space-time gap.”

“You can keep it as well.”

Since arriving in the Bizarre Realm, he hadn’t encountered any orthodox Arcanists; Shawn seemed to be the only one, although he also possessed the power of the Mind Path.

As Shawn reached out to receive it, he instantly felt the law of the Arcanist, still the most orthodox Arcanist legacy.

——Spell Matrix!

This was a True Words Engraving crafted by the top-tier Great Arcanists, combining various spells into a vast matrix network that activated instantly.

Shawn’s expression hesitated slightly as he bowed his head and said, “Master’s gift is too precious.”

Master Xu shook his head with a smile and said, “You need this more than I do.”

“Once.”

“My homeland was like yours here, the land littered with wounds and ravaged by Ancient Evil. It was my close friend who helped us save everything.”

The master’s eyes were filled with compassionate empathy as he watched everything before him, seemingly feeling it deeply.

With a wave of his hand, he vanished into the morning mist.

Shawn stood still, watching the figure of this eastern demigod depart. He seemed different from other Otherworld souls; his presence wasn’t driven by a pursuit for divine power.

For such an existence, Divine Investiture seemed effortless.

A awakened one, enlightenment is.

This master was likely an awakened transcendent of the Martial Monk Path, according to Earthly terms, an awakened one—a person who has reached enlightenment, the most renowned of whom is Shakyamuni.

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