Chapter 610: Masters gather (ten thousand) to

learn the law of immortality!

The most powerful power bestowed upon Heferson by the source of all evil.

As the name suggests, the power of this law is immortality.

Of course, this kind of immortality is not absolute, it is also limited and conditional. The power of the true law of immortality may really be able to make people immortal and live forever in the world, but the law of immortality taught to Heferson by the source of all evil is obviously not complete and cannot achieve immortality.

If you really think about it, this should be considered a super regenerative and self-healing ability.

But even so, the power of this law should never be underestimated. By mastering this law, no matter how serious the injuries on Heferson's body are, even if his body is torn into pieces and his soul is shattered, as long as he has not completely perished, Heferson will not die. His body and soul will heal in a very short time, and it won't take long for him to be full of life again.

This is Heferson's confidence. As long as he has this ability, Heferson is simply invincible in terms of endurance. Unless he can be killed instantly, he will definitely drain all the enemy's energy and then ruthlessly drag the enemy into the abyss of death.

He believed that Ron was no exception.

After thinking seriously in his mind, Heferson snorted coldly and turned back.

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On the other side, Ron also left the Elf Forest with a group of elves.

This is not a nursery, and he has no relationship with these elves, so naturally he has no interest in keeping them by his side and taking care of them.

However, Ron did find a way out for these elves. In addition, these elves were quite powerful and could be of some use in dealing with certain things. So Ron brought these elves to Granville and found two ways out for them: either to join Dolores or to join Lydia.

After these things were settled, the next few days were relatively calm.

There was not much movement in the entire Dusk Continent, and everything seemed peaceful and tranquil.

However, the people coming and going on the streets have no idea how much madness and brutality is hidden beneath the peace.

A few days later, several figures left Granville and the Spang Theocracy respectively.

No one knew where exactly they were going.

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Forest of Buried Souls.

One of the four most notorious forbidden areas on the Dusk Continent.

Although the evil reputation of the Soul Burial Forest is known to everyone, practitioners on the Dusk Continent basically know that the Soul Burial Forest is a place that one must never even think about entering. Once one enters the Soul Burial Forest, unless one is blessed with great luck, one is doomed to die.

However, this is all these practitioners know about the Soul Burial Forest.

No one knows where the entrance to the Soul Burial Forest is, what the interior of the Soul Burial Forest looks like, or what kind of monsters exist in the Soul Burial Forest.

Although there have been occasional people who have escaped from the Soul Burial Forest alive over the past eight thousand years, these people have remained completely silent about the situation inside the Soul Burial Forest. Whenever they mention the Soul Burial Forest, the expressions on their faces are one of indescribable fear, as if some kind of powerful restriction has been placed on their bodies.

This situation has cast an even more mysterious veil over the Soul Burial Forest.

But even though the Soul Burial Forest has such a terrible reputation, it welcomed some visitors today.

The person who came was a man who looked to be in his twenties, but his pair of black and clear eyes were like pure gems, revealing maturity, as if he had been through a lot.

His handsome face was as sharp as if it had been cut by a knife, revealing a bit of fierceness.

His slender and well-proportioned body was covered in a pure white robe, as if he was just a priest wandering around the Dusk Continent saving lives and healing the wounded.

This person is Ron.

Ron came alone.

He did not set out with Philomena because time was tight. Ron started from Granville, while Philomena started from the King's City of Spang. If the two of them met up and then went together, it would inevitably delay a lot of time.

Now, time is the most precious wealth and cannot be wasted.

Looking up, there is a crater in front of me.

The mountains are towering into the clouds, and it is unknown how many thousands of meters high they are. The entire mountain range is continuous, and it is unknown how many tens of thousands of meters long they are.

The mountain walls were covered with lush vegetation, and the mountain range started from where Ron was, gradually drawing a long arc and ending a hundred meters away from Ron, forming a huge circle.

The area inside the circle, completely surrounded by tall mountains, is the Soul Burial Forest.

The large canyon of several tens of meters but less than a hundred meters between the starting point and the end point of the mountain range is the only entrance to the Soul Burial Forest.

Of course, in theory, one can also enter the Soul Burial Forest by crossing the mountain, but all those who have tried to cross the mountain in the past eight thousand years have died. It is said that there are terrifying energy turbulences, strong winds, and lightning everywhere on the mountain. Even a practitioner with super strength will easily have his magic shield torn apart by the strong winds.

Even a top-level legendary master cannot withstand the lightning that falls from the sky, and his body will be reduced to dust in an instant.

It is said that these things are formed naturally. There are endless various legends about the Soul Burial Forest. The most convincing legend is that a powerful artifact is buried in the Soul Burial Forest.

The strong winds and lightning of Mountain Three exist to protect the sacred artifact.

Of course, in Ron's opinion, these rumors were complete nonsense. There were indeed some natural forbidden areas on the Dusk Continent due to some special circumstances, but those on the craters were obviously not one of them. These strong winds and lightning were most likely restrictions set up by the ancestors of the Andre family.

The purpose should be to prevent too many practitioners from breaking into the Soul Burial Forest and spying on the secrets of the Andre family.

Although Ron was not afraid of these restrictions, there was no need for him to force his way through.

If the ban was triggered and the ancestors within the Andre family were to notice his presence, there would be trouble and it might even lead to the complete failure of the plan.

Strolling into the canyon of the crater, Ron looked up and truly understood what a narrow gap in the sky meant.

The mountain walls on both sides of the canyon completely blocked Ron's view.

The current time should be around two or three in the afternoon. Although the sun is no longer as hot as it is at noon, it is still bright. However, there is no sunlight at all in the huge and empty canyon.

As soon as he entered the canyon, Ron could even clearly feel that the surroundings suddenly became dark.

The light became dim, and everything I saw was hazy, as if covered by a layer of light gray fog.

Moreover, looking up from below, people will involuntarily produce a sense of dizziness like an illusion, as if the thousands of meters of stone walls on both sides of the canyon may collapse at any time and bury themselves directly.

The invisible feeling of fear makes one's scalp tingle.

Looking at the rocks on both sides, although they are cliffs on both sides of the canyon, the stone walls appear smooth and flat, like a mirror cut by a sharp blade, without any bumps or depressions.

"Tell me, what kind of existence can cut this mountain into such a flat shape?" An old and familiar voice suddenly came from behind.

Ron turned around and saw a familiar figure. Who else could it be but Saint Partridge? At this moment, the saint's eyes were fixed on the crater in front of him.

Of course, Patrick knew about places like the Soul Burial Forest, and he even knew its approximate location, but he had never been nearby. After all, that was Patrick's personality. He would try his best to avoid trouble if possible.

The cloudy old eyes sighed.

In fact, with Patridge's strength at the demigod level, it is not difficult to collapse a mountain. Not to mention shattering a mountain range, even shattering it into powder is not difficult. However... it is impossible to cut a mountain so flat and smooth as a mirror.

No matter how powerful Patridge was, he didn't believe that the big canyon in front of him and the smooth stone walls on both sides were formed naturally.

In order to cut out such a smooth stone wall, in addition to having extremely sharp weapons, one must also have absolutely powerful strength to be able to cut the entire mountain in an instant. If there is even a moment of delay, it will be impossible to achieve such an effect.

No matter what, he couldn't do it to this extent.

Ron also laughed: "Who knows? After all, who knows how many years this crater has existed, eight thousand years, ten thousand years, or even longer."

"There is always someone who can do what we can't do."

"Senior Saint, I didn't expect you to come so quickly."

"After all, this is a matter related to whether we can survive, so I naturally take it very seriously." Patridge nodded slightly and responded with a smile.

The two of them looked quite peaceful.

After all, they are an alliance. No matter what kind of conflicts have occurred between the two before, at this moment, they still maintain the most basic decency. Patrick does not want to take such risks. This is inconsistent with the principles he has always adhered to. However, in life, nine out of ten people are not satisfied with their lives. There are some things that he will not do if he does not want to do them.

No matter what, Patrick had to show up here. He was worried that if he broke his promise, Ron would quit the job because of his personality. Based on his understanding of Ron, he was sure that he would really do such a thing.

This guy would rather everyone die together than let others get away with it.

"What about the others?"

"They're on their way. They should be all here in a day or two." Ron spread his hands. "It would be the best if everyone can get here. If not, no matter what the reason is, we'll just turn around and leave. The alliance will be broken."

"Damn it. Anyway, even if the Dusk Continent is really going to be destroyed and everyone is dead, it's not just my problem."

Patridge's lips trembled, and he thought to himself, as expected, Ron was not the type to sacrifice himself for the world. If he hadn't been there today, Ron might have really given up, and then the two gods would have successfully descended on the Dusk Continent and might have found him at any time. Fortunately, he was smart and didn't let this happen.

At this moment, from far away outside the canyon, a melodious voice slowly floated over with the wind.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

"Yes, yes, this is a matter for all of us, and we must unite to do it."

When the voice first sounded, it was still far away, but when the voice fell, the figure had already arrived in front, almost at the same time as the voice. This alone shows that this person's strength is quite extraordinary.

When the man stopped completely, Ron and Patridge could see the man clearly. Who else could it be but Hefferson?

Hefferson seemed to have completely forgotten the recent dispute with Ron, as well as the dirty things that happened with Partridge on the glacier. Although his face was dark, it was covered with a gentle smile.

Although he was the high priest of the elves and the ruler of the elves, he still nodded politely to Ron and Patridge.

Ron and Patridge are also veterans.

Even though they all wanted to kill each other in their hearts, they still appeared to be friendly with each other. However, they kept a little distance between themselves without leaving any trace, and the three of them formed a triangle, and each of them was wary of the other two.

I have to say, such an alliance is really quite bad.

Not to mention fighting against external enemies together, we have to start fighting among ourselves first.

But although Ron understood this situation, he obviously didn't take it to heart. He didn't expect this so-called alliance to work together. It would be enough as long as he could wreak havoc in the Andre family's lair.

"It looks like everyone is here. In that case, we can set off now."

Then, a clear voice suddenly came from a distance.

The familiar voice made Ron smile slightly. Who else could this voice be but Philomena?

Sure enough, not long after the sound entered the ears of Hefferson and Patridge, a figure appeared on the desolate Gobi Desert in the distance. The figure was coming at a very fast speed, and the way of moving forward was quite strange. With a light touch of the toes on the ground, the body instantly appeared a hundred meters away, as if teleporting. At such a fast speed, a series of afterimages were left on the ground.

In less than two seconds, Philomena's figure stood in front of the three people.

Philomena was still dressed the same as usual... no, even more excessive than usual. She was wearing a heavy suit of armor. The dark brown color gave people an extremely depressing feeling. She even had a metal helmet of the same color on her face.

The only thing exposed on his body was a pair of big black eyes.

His originally thin body unexpectedly became majestic and tall under the contrast of this heavy armor.

Just looking at Philomena's current appearance and thinking about her petite body inside the armor, Ron felt inexplicably funny and even had the urge to laugh for a moment.

Of course, you absolutely cannot laugh. No matter what, you have to save some face for Philomena. It would be very difficult to appease this young lady if she gets angry.

The four of us looked at each other, and for a moment no one said anything. There was a brief, depressing silence at the scene.

There are only four people in the alliance.

But it can be said without exaggeration that these four people are the most powerful existence in the Dusk Continent except for the Andre Family.

Among the four people, except for Patridge who is a demigod-level master, Ron, Heferson and Philomina are only at the destruction realm. In the Andre family, there are thirteen ancestors who are only at the demigod realm.

No matter how you look at it, the disparity in power is enough to make people despair.

However, there was no trace of despair on the faces of these four people.

Each of these four people is arrogant and proud, and their strength cannot be simply calculated by their own realm. No matter whether it is Ron, Philomena or Heferson, when they really try their best to use their trump cards, they can burst out with power that is no less than that of the demigod realm.

Moreover, among the four, except for Partridge, each one has a deeper background than the other.

Behind Philomena is the blasphemer Archibald, who can fight the repairman head-on and even dig out one of his eyes and still escape from under his nose.

Behind Heferson is the chief of evil gods, the first god of the Dusk Continent, and the source of all evil.

No one knew how terrifying the power of the source of all evil was, but Ron knew that the power of the source of all evil was clearly recorded in the Pantheon Atlas, and even the administrators felt fear.

Finally, Ron has the Goddess of Dawn behind him, and even has her heart embedded in his chest. He also holds the artifact, the Eye of the Dragon God, in his hand, which can summon the Dragon God to possess him. Most importantly, there is also Elsa, who is suspected to be the goddess of life and death, following him.

They are not demigods, but they can all exert power comparable to that of demigods.

If such a group of experts were allowed to wreak havoc in the Andre family's lair, even though the Andre family is the strongest family in the Dusk Continent, it would definitely get into trouble that would have no end in sight.

"Now that everyone is here, let's set off. Everyone, this action is not for anyone else, it is purely for ourselves. Please don't show mercy when the time comes." Ron stretched his arms vigorously and said with a smile.

Then, without any hesitation, he headed straight into the depths of the canyon.

The other three looked at each other and followed behind silently.

Perhaps they were all very aware of how serious the task ahead was; although there were four of them, there was no communication between them at all, and apart from the crunching sound of their feet stepping on the ground, there was no other sound.

They had clearly arrived here. They only needed to cross this long canyon to reach the Soul Burial Forest. They were clearly flying faster, but no one was reckless. At this moment, the invisible pressure had made everyone instinctively alert and they dared not relax at all.

After advancing less than 200 meters, Partridge's expression suddenly changed slightly: "Stop."

Ron, who was walking in front, stopped instantly, and the other two also stood still immediately.

Patridge came forward from behind, his eyes silently looking ahead. Although the canyon was dim and blurry at first glance, the light was not enough to affect the vision of Ron and others. No one noticed anything unusual. However, when they saw Patridge's solemn expression, no one made any dissatisfied sound.

Among the four, Ron focuses on strength, Philomena focuses on madness, and Hefferson focuses on secrets. The one who is truly most proficient in various magics is undoubtedly Patridge.

Maybe there are some things that I can't see, but Partridge can definitely see them.

After walking a certain distance ahead, Patridge's five fingers brushed across the front like playing the piano. Apart from that, Patridge did not do anything special. It was only then that a series of scarlet, thin traces as thin as spider silk appeared out of thin air in mid-air.

These strange silk threads intertwined with each other to weave a large net, blocking the entire canyon.

"This is a warning magic. Although it has no ability to hurt people, as long as you pass through it, the person who set up the magic will be able to sense it immediately, even if he is thousands of miles away." Patridge said slowly.

Everyone's heart was startled.

After all, they broke in secretly to cause trouble this time. Their biggest advantage was that they took people by surprise. If they were discovered in advance by those people from the Andre family, then this advantage would be gone.

After a brief explanation, Patridge stretched out his hands again and carefully fiddled with the threads.

No one knew how the old fellow had done it, but after a few casual fiddles with his skinny fingers, he actually created a hole big enough for one person to pass through in the net woven of scarlet silk threads without triggering any magic.

Chapter 2 　　 　 (End of this chapter)