Necropolis Immortal

s of the Netherdark Hell, swallowing civilization after civilization in the chaos—as represented by various tombs of heaven and earth dotting its landscape.

“Alright, since the Hadal, Sanguine, Abyssal, and half of the Nihil Hells are all in your hands, I will also give you the Netherdark Hell,” Violetgrave concluded after some thought.

“No!” Lu Yun hastily shook his head.
“Even the god of Mount Tai, ruler of the Great Peak of the Five Hells, died because of his post.
Do you want to assure that I die a grisly death by gifting the Netherdark Hell to me?”

Violetgrave blinked, not having anticipated that Lu Yun would refuse.

“I don’t want the underworld or the core essence of your Netherdark Hell either.
Do whatever it is you should do, I’ll find a way to get rid of the four hells too when the time comes! Too much is wrapped up with these hells, don’t try to dump other people’s responsibilities in my lap!

“And, Tianqi died in his past life, he’s a brand new Tianqi now.
Don’t try to levy him with the duties that he once had!” Lu Yun outlined solemnly.

“Well, you’re a sharp one.” Violetgrave smiled wryly.
Indeed, there was too much connected to the five hells and they represented some sort of rhythm of the worlds.
If all five came into Lu Yun’s grasp, then the burden of all of them would naturally fall upon his shoulders.

But based on his usual style of sloughing off responsibility whenever possible, Lu Yun would never allow himself to be painted into a corner like this.

Not to mention, he was currently as weak as an ant.
He wouldn’t be a premier heavyweight if he traveled to the fourth realm; any random sovereign in the chaos or the worlds could squish him dead with their fingers.

Lu Yun never ran from what he should face, but he would be the first to run if forced to take up a mantle that wasn’t his.

Though Violetgrave was disappointed, she wasn’t angry.

“Are you leaving?” Lu Yun asked after glancing at Violetgrave’s face.

“Leave? Where to?” She shook her head.
“I’m not going anywhere other than here.”

“Here?”

“This spatial node.
I’m standing guard after Qing Yu’s left.” Violetgrave grinned.
“But you, you should go to the chaos now,” she suddenly raised.

Lu Yun blinked.

“Open warfare has erupted between the six sacred palaces and nine sacred lands.
Experts of the third realm are impeding your son.
Lu Qing can’t go to the palaces’ aid, and if you don’t go soon, they’ll fall to their attackers.”

Lu Yun’s eyes widened with disbelief.

“Lu Qing organized the six sacred palaces as the final bulwark with which to protect the world.
If they’re destroyed, the chaos creatures will obtain the greatest orders, avoid the energy of the worlds, and enter your home.”

“Protect the world?” Lu Yun fell silent, then asked quietly, “What about the worlds that came before mine?”

Violetgrave paused with surprise.

“Were the worlds before unworthy of protection simply because they didn’t give birth to the immortal dao? Did they deserve to fall into oblivion for that lacking?” he murmured.

“Their root of the world was gone.” Violetgrave understood Lu Yun’s meaning.
“Any world without its root is incomplete.
Just like an expanding balloon, the bigger it grows, the greater its force when destroyed.
When it explodes, it will take out all of the chaos in a massive pop.”

She mimicked an explosion with greatly exaggerated movements.
“From the age of the mythological realm to the current world of immortals, only this world has a root.
The Hadal Hell and Blood Sea are its roots.”