The land where gods fell.
In the mouths of extraordinary beings, this sacred place is divided into different areas such as "the land of divine battles," "the temple of the gods," and "the land of resurrection."
This place is noble, and it is what they admire and yearn for.
But in the mouths of humans, this place has only one name—the Blood War Zone.
No matter how much we say, it's just a battlefield for fighting against those stubbornly resisting supernatural beings.
They didn't deserve any respect at all and were directly divided into different war zones such as "First War Zone," "Second War Zone," and so on.
Simple and straightforward, but quick and easy to understand.
While the division of the bloodbath zone was partly for the convenience of command, it was not solely for that reason.
The division of war zones has another, more important reason: special boundaries exist between different areas, isolating them from each other.
Just like the thick, blood-red barrier between the First and Second War Zones, blocking passage between adjacent areas.
However, there are few obstacles for the "weak" under the legend, only restrictions, not impassable ones.
The dividing barrier has an extremely strong isolating effect on legendary-level awakened beings, which is another reason why the Land of Fallen Gods has become a "legendary forbidden zone".
Now, the boundary of the Blood War Zone is just a stone's throw away, but Ning Feng, who had been moving forward without stopping, has stopped.
It wasn't because he had reached the level of a legend. Although his strength couldn't be measured in ordinary terms, there was still a considerable distance between him and a legend.
He stopped, but for another reason.
"…………"
He was stopped by someone.
He was blocked by a group of people who could not have stopped him otherwise.
Thousands of ragged people stood blocking the road, looking dazed and confused, like rows of stone monuments.
They weren't breathing, and their eyes were devoid of light, but there was definitely a peculiar feeling about them.
"Still alive? No..."
A cold light flashed in his eyes as he scanned the person blocking his way.
"This doesn't even count as being alive."
Although they still appear to be alive, their souls seem to be trapped within the confines of their bodies.
They stood silently in place, waiting for something.
Perhaps it's an enemy, or perhaps it's death.
Above us was a sky shrouded in gray dust, and below us were countless seemingly lifeless obstacles blocking our path.
And in the middle of all this was Ning Feng, riding a white horse and standing tall in the sky.
It was never crossed again.
"To whom do their souls belong now?"
After silently gazing down for a moment, Ning Feng asked the demon he carried with him:
"Does it belong to them, or has it already fallen into the hands of some being?"
Is it in the hands of some dead but still unspeakable deity?
The black cat's figure appeared above Pegasus's head, seemingly having sat there without ever moving.
Your thinking is correct; their current state cannot be described as merely alive... it's more accurate to say they're not dead yet.
She looked down at the people blocking her path, her crimson eyes narrowed slightly, concealing her emotions, and spoke casually:
From your perspective, they aren't enemies; they're just a bunch of pathetic creatures who can't even decide their own life or death.
"I see. Is it the work of a deity?"
[Even if it doesn’t count...]
[Some people don't want to die, and some deities are unwilling to perish. Their thoughts aligned at a certain moment, and then this miraculous phenomenon occurred.]
She tilted her head cutely and said:
It can only be described as a coincidence, right?
coincide.
A word that Ning Feng doesn't particularly like.
Ning Feng frowned subconsciously and spoke coldly:
There are no absolute coincidences in this world.
Everything has a predictable path; with sufficient meticulous planning and execution, it can all be achieved as expected.
If you insist on saying that, I won't deny it.
Ariana didn't care about Ning Feng's stubborn insistence and casually flicked her tail.
Simply put, their current state is a result of her prayers.
Unwilling to accept death, they reject the reality of death.
“That Cole…”
[Same here~ A soul unwilling to die was successfully influenced by her and remained in the world.]
Ning Feng was still unsure about Cole's situation, but now he has an answer.
Your adorable Shirin was so worried about you that she didn't notice this subtle change. The other two young people were engrossed in their own worlds, while only the lonely Anthony noticed the anomaly.
"Wasn't Cole affected? Then why did he die completely?"
[Your thinking has changed, hasn't it? The will to die is stronger than the will to live, so... tch.]
She paused for a moment, then suddenly chuckled.
"What's wrong?"
No, no, no, I'm not laughing at him, I'm laughing at her! Don't you find that ridiculous?
The black cat shook its head, then turned to Ning Feng with a grin:
Look, this is the great power that the gods constantly boast about and pursue—the power they claim can change the world.
With its paws outstretched, the black cat gestured as if embracing the sun, forming the shape of a world.
But what's the real situation? What did they change? What did they save?
She closed her cat paws together and said with a smile:
There was nothing there! Even the soul of a mortal could break free from her will and gain true freedom.
How can this be considered great power?
Moreover, she had the power to keep thousands of souls alive, but she couldn't resurrect herself. What a selfless spirit!
This is truly...heartbreaking!
The cat's paw brushed against the corner of its eye, but there was no sign of it getting wet.
"Perhaps, but whether that was their original intention or not, they have indeed changed the world."
"They used their power to influence and pollute the world."
The divine is the source of all miracles.
The gods are the source of all calamities.
Maybe so~
[But shouldn't we be going now? This hero destined to save the world, you don't have much time to linger here and admire the scenery any longer.]
Ning Feng didn't move. He just kept staring at the people blocking his way, who were like zombies, his gaze sweeping over the tattered markings on their clothes.
"The Watchers, the Silver Council, the Inquisition, the Brotherhood of Shadows, Mary's Poem..."
He remained silent and drew a simple longsword from his waist.
Then……
He pointed his sword at the person blocking his path.
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