Chapter 302: Arriving in the Underworld, It Was Like Going Home

Underworld.

Only the souls of the dead can enter the realm of the God of Death.

Even among the gods, there are only a handful who have the right to travel between the underworld and the Midgard.

The messenger god named "Medis" is one of them, and he is in charge of the authority of "guidance to the underworld".

In the dark field, there grew white periwinkles, immersed in the cold mist, with dew condensed on the petals, like a pair of crying eyes, looking at the two figures passing through the flower field.

Medis followed behind Yeats, and seeing that he came to the underworld as if it were his home, he felt more and more confused and puzzled.

How could a mere mortal know so much about the planes outside the atrium? "The God of Light once had a nightmare about death on a midsummer afternoon. In his dream, he came to the underworld and saw that the earth was covered with thick snow and stained red with blood."

Medes thought: "The essence of this trial is a ray of memory left by the God of Light, leading the soul of the trial-taker to float away from the atrium, across the corridor, and reach the underworld. Its form is like a human's 'dream'..."

Looking at Yeats' brisk steps, Medis speculated:

"Did he accidentally come to the underworld in the form of a dream?"

When mortals are dreaming, there is a one in ten million chance that they will accidentally pass through the corridor and come to other planes or dream about the realm of gods. However, when they wake up, they will definitely forget all this memory.

"No." Medes denied his own conjecture again. He plucked the lyre in his hand casually, and the sad tune sounded like the weeping of the dead.

Medes' eyes flickered, and a sense of strangeness flashed through his heart. He murmured, "Someone must have [guided] him before, so that he could remember the path to the underworld early on!"

There are hundreds of forked paths in the underworld, some leading to twelve great rivers with icy spikes and blades, and some leading to the Hell Valley where the everlasting fire surges.

Once a mortal goes astray, there is no possibility of survival.

There is only one right path.

The exit of the road is the gate to the underworld guarded by hellhounds.

If a mortal wants to pass through the gate of the underworld, he must have a "guide" who is familiar with the underworld to lead the way.

The gods who possess this authority include the Messenger God, who is responsible for communication, the Dark Night and his subordinate gods, the Goddess of Magic of Wisdom, and the Ferryman of the Underworld...

Medes thought about it and finally suspected that it was Minerva, the goddess of wisdom and magic, who had told the young bard about the way to the underworld early on.

"Strange, really strange, not only is he a descendant of the God of Light, but he is also favored by the Goddess of Wisdom!"

Medis couldn't help but develop a stronger interest in Yeats.

Yeats had long seen that Medis was not a human being.

But he did not expose it. After all, he was still hoping to get something good from this god who was in charge of travel and communication.

Earlier in his dream, Yeats crossed the gate of the underworld under the guidance of Daisy.

Yeats was not sure where some of the forks in the road led to, but he remembered the way out of the underworld clearly.

This is also aided by the ability of "Talent - Photographic Memory". There are dozens of forked roads in the underworld forest alone, and flying is not allowed here. Without this talent, Ye Zhi would have been lost long ago.

"I thought Daisy brought me to the underworld just for fun, but I didn't expect that she wanted to teach me the right way to leave the underworld. She had good intentions..."

Yeats sighed in his heart: "I blamed Daisy wrongly."

The sound of drilling teeth suddenly rang in Ye Zhi's mind.

"Is there a possibility that she really did reveal the path to the underworld to you just for fun, as a side effect?"

Ye Zhi: “…”

This is the truth! Legend has it that periwinkle is the favorite flower of the God of Light. Death, as a god of the same era as him, admires him just like all the gods. The God of Light gave the God of Death a flower field that can grow in the underworld.

After passing through the periwinkle field, Yeats walked through a forest of ironthorn trees, and soon saw the door in his memory.

A huge gate made of obsidian stood majestically. The metal door was carved with images of thorns, hounds, and poisonous snakes. There was a pair of eyes on each side of the door, one was a human-like pupil, and the other was a sunken eye socket of a skull.

"Those are the eyes of death!"

"The face of the god of death in the material world has half a perfect human face and the other half a decayed face, symbolizing the union of life and death," Zuanya explained.

"What is the relationship between Death and other gods?"

Ye Zhi seldom heard of anyone worshipping the God of Death in the Central Garden Continent. The blessings and miracles bestowed by the God of Death were also very few, so he was a rather low-key god.

Zuanya showed off his knowledge as a Totem-level creature, and said, "I used to have an old friendship with the God of Light, but other than that, I don't seem to have any allies... He is a slow-witted god, and unless it's something extremely important, he won't leave his palace."

Yeats was thoughtful.

Sounds like a homegirl.

It is worth mentioning that the people of the North regard death from illness as a shame, because the souls of those who died of illness can only go to the underworld, and only the spirits of heroes who died in battle are qualified to go to Valhalla.

"Be careful, my friend!"

The wandering poet transformed by Medis made a nervous cry to call Yeats' attention back.

"That's the three-headed dog of hell!"

In the open space in front of the gate of the underworld, there was a dark creature crouching, like a terrifying image appearing in a nightmare, with knotted muscles and a tail coiled like a poisonous snake, flashing a deadly cold light.

The gigantic beast slowly stood up and stood in front of the door filled with flames. A pair of eyes opened above its eyes. Just as the ancient rumors of the 'Four-eyed Demon Dog' said, a total of twelve eyes flashed blood-red fierce light. The three heads roared and spit out flames, ice and thunder towards the sky.

"roar--!!"

Ye Zhi had seen the three-headed dog of hell once before, and this time he faced the fear and oppression again, and he was somewhat accustomed to it. He stroked his chin and said:

"Drill Tooth, can you beat it?"

Zuanya was silent for a moment, then commented:

"If you ask me, why not put the three-headed dog of hell, the hound of the moon goddess, the sun-eating wolf, and the moon-hunting wolf in a cage and see who will win!"

Ye Zhi: “…”

There are many Western myths related to dogs, but in Eastern mythology, when a dog is mentioned, everyone will agree on which one it is.

"Take out your instrument." Ye Zhi turned around and told Medea, who was pretending to be panicked, "The trial of the God of Light requires us to hypnotize this demon dog before we can pass through the gate of the underworld!"

Medea nodded, plucked the lyre, and deliberately injected provocative emotions into the music, successfully angering the three-headed dog of hell, causing it to angrily spit out a ball of fire.

Medes rolled and crawled to avoid it, and said in a dusty face: "I, I can't subdue it!"

Medea's appearance in this hidden mission is purely to add difficulty to the players, and the difficulty is always proportional to the reward.

Seeing the three-headed dog of hell going berserk, Yeats did not bother to hide his cards. He took out Pan's flute and played the melodious "Afternoon Song of a Faun".

The shepherd god Pan once competed with the god of light in playing musical instruments. Both of them played Pan's flute and the lyre respectively. At first, there was no clear winner between the two, but in the end, the god of light had a slight advantage.

The bards in the world all believe that the God of Light is the most skilled in art, and even the Goddess of Art is just His vassal. Even so, people have to admit that the musical skills of the shepherd god Pan are enough to compete with the God of Light.

The Flute of Pan that Yeats owned was the holy object he obtained from Pan's Labyrinth. Combined with his status as the God of Art, the two combined, the music he played was enough to impress the three-headed evil dog guarding the gate of the underworld!

The melodious music, like a warm breeze on a midsummer afternoon, blows across the towering body of the three-headed dog of hell.

The ferocious eyes on the three heads flickered slightly as the music played, and gradually became peaceful.

Medea looked surprised.

'The Flute of Pan is in his hands!'

Pan was a god active in the Old Age and the first god to officially die. The death of Pan heralded the arrival of a turbulent era, and his sacred objects disappeared with his demise.

Since the activities of gods in the material realm are restricted by laws, although Medea wanted to recover the Flute of Pan, he was unable to search for the whereabouts of the Flute in a high-profile manner.

On the other hand, the price that the gods have to pay to find Pan Di is higher than the benefits of obtaining Pan Di. It is better to let Pan Di stay in the material realm and wait for fate to lead it to find a suitable owner.

The pan flute is a kind of panpipe. Compared with the clear tone of the lyre, the panpipe is more intoxicating.

The three-headed hound of hell was seen to be quite satisfied with Yeats's performance. It lay on the ground in a comfortable position, with its two front paws tucked under its jet-black hair. It nodded while listening, and couldn't help yawning with its teeth bared.

Medea was both angry and amused. He didn't expect Yeats to be able to deal with the three-headed dog so easily. On the other hand, he felt helpless about the three-headed dog's temper.

"This stupid dog! He got fooled again!"

Although the three-headed dog of hell looks ferocious, in Medea's memory, even humans can deceive this guy with food and music.

Of course, it is not ruled out that this guy did it on purpose - for sensible humans, the three-headed dog of hell chooses to turn a blind eye.

It's just guarding the gate to the underworld, not the Rainbow Bridge. Why are you playing with your life? Medea shook his head and only heard the end of the Faun's Afternoon Song.

The three heads of the hellhound all grinned and yawned, then nodded to Ye Zhi, indicating that they were very satisfied with his little song, and then lay down in front of the gate to the underworld and began to snore.

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"Let's keep going." Ye Zhi said, looking back.

Medea put on an admiring look, thinking to himself, his musical ability is unquestionable, even the three-headed dog of Hell would be impressed by him. However, I have to increase the test on him to see what kind of character this inheritor of the God of Light has when facing difficulties.

If he can pass...Medis glanced at Yezhi's muddy boots...I will give him an extra treasure that can fly in the underworld, so what? Yezhi stopped in front of the door to the underworld and looked back at the three-headed dog of hell. He was surprised to see that the three-headed dog of hell opened its eyelids, squinted its eyes and looked at Yezhi, just in time to look at him.

Its expression suddenly became somewhat awkward, and it quickly closed its eyes. Its snoring became louder, as if urging Ye Zhi to leave quickly.

Yeats remembered that the favorite food of the three-headed dog of hell was cookies made with honey.

"I have a feeling that I will be dealing with the three-headed dog of hell more often in the future."

Ye Zhi was in a delicate mood, and had a premonition that he would go to the underworld more frequently in the future.

"It usually stays in the underworld, watching over the gate and drinking the northwest wind. Next time I visit it, I'll bring it some food from the world of the living..."

After passing through the gate to the underworld, Ye Zhi felt his consciousness enveloped by a strong light. As the world spun around, a passage of flashing white light appeared. After passing through it, the surrounding environment changed again.

In the woods full of birdsong and flowers, a stream meanders past Yeats, and the fragrance of apple trees wafts from afar.

"Are we...back to Mount Juliet?" Medis looked terrified.

"It should be the second level of the trial." Ye Zhi recalled the plot.

The second level of the Lyre Trial requires the participant to pass through a gate guarded by a hundred-eyed giant and touch a laurel tree, in order to obtain a lyre transformed from the laurel tree.

But the lyre is still sealed, and it must be blessed by nine water fairies in the third stage before it can be restored to its original glory and become a symbol of the power of music.

The authority of a god often has a corresponding sacred object. For example, the authority of the God of Light over medicine is carried by a staff wrapped with snakes.

"As long as I get this lyre, it means that when I become a god in the future, I can include [music] in my sphere of responsibility..."

Ye Zhi couldn't help but daydream, then he coughed lightly and stopped aiming so high.

First, I need to get this lyre that I lost earlier! Boom boom—

The sound of dull footsteps came from afar.

Yeats exchanged glances with Medis and decided to move forward in the direction of the footsteps.

At the end of the stream, in a valley, stood a hundred-eyed giant as tall as the cliff.

Ye Zhi couldn't help but let out a breath of cold air.

The hundred-eyed giant's body is covered with flashing eyes, even on his face, with sharp fangs in his mouth. His body is like a walking fortress, and his eyes are alert to the surroundings.

"So many eyes!" Medea lowered his voice.

Ye Zhi said: "I'm almost having trypophobia."

“But I feel the breath of divine light at the end of the valley. This must be the guidance for the trial!”

Medes looked determined, hesitated for a moment, and said: "But how can we get around this hundred-eyed giant?"

"In theory, we can just use the same method we used to deal with the three-headed dog of Hell."

Ye Zhi looked at Medis suspiciously and said, "You won't accidentally anger the Hundred-eyed Giant like you did just now, will you?"

Medes laughed and said, "How is that possible? I promise I won't do that this time. Let me try again!"

Ye Zhi thought to himself, this guy is here to cause trouble, he will die if he tries!

As expected, the sound of Medea's flute angered the Centaur, which made the trial doubly difficult.

"roar--!!"

The hundred-eyed giant's angry roar caused the mountain to collapse.

Amid the roar, Medea looked at Ye Zhi for help, looking forward to how Ye Zhi would perform.

However.

A blinding light, like the blazing sun in the sky, instantly drove away all shadows and enveloped everything in its glory.

Even the incarnation of Medea was just a mortal body in the material realm. He couldn't help but close his eyes, feeling a little surprised.

Is this... the spell of the Sun God?

But, didn't He already die? Where did this magic come from?! Medes' mind was filled with many questions. He felt a burning pain in his eyes. He tried his best to open his eyes, but found that Ye Zhi had disappeared!

"Yeats—you!"

Medis' eyes widened.

[Thor's Flash] had a huge destructive effect on the Hundred-Eyed Giant. The giant hunched over in pain, and his numerous eyes were sore and tearful.

Ye Zhi took advantage of the opportunity when the Hundred-Eyed Giant was struggling, flew over the giant's head in broad daylight, and broke into the valley.

Only Yeats's voice remained in the air:

"You caused this trouble, so you have to solve it yourself! I'll go ahead and explore the way!"

Medes's face changed slightly, but he saw that the Hundred-Eyed Giant had recovered from his dizziness, and hundreds of blood-red eyes were staring at him ferociously! Medes clicked his tongue and said, "This is disrespectful, very disrespectful!"

The hundred-eyed giant was naturally helpless against Medea, but if Medea wanted to stop him with his mortal body, he would have to work hard.

Taking out a flute, Medes smiled dumbly: "I was forced to show my skills!"

Boom! The hundred-eyed giant fell asleep to the sound of the flute, and fell backwards with his body straight.

Medea wiped the non-existent sweat from his forehead, exhaled, and looked around, only to find that the scene in the trial ground had changed like fog.

"It seems he has got the lyre."

The corners of Medea's mouth curved slightly.

"Well, in this final round of trials, let me see your poetry skills!"

(End of this chapter)