Chapter 1744: Dead Can't Die

The Abyssal Lord raised an eyebrow. "And the reason?"

The Other Shore Lord's avatar bit her red lip slightly, apologizing, "Our descendants are incompetent. Hell Realm is still deeply embroiled in a battle with the ancient giants, and the victor is yet to be determined."

"Meanwhile, the Central Plains has already achieved a great victory and is at the peak of its momentum."

"If the two realms were connected, and the Central Plains launched a full-scale invasion of Hell Realm, attacking from both sides with the ancient giants, the scene from Heaven Realm ten thousand years ago would play out again."

"This time, we have no retreat."

The Abyssal Lord's previously calm face suddenly became grim.

He had overlooked the vastly different situations of the two realms!

The Central Plains was full of vigor. If they learned that the ancient saint's remains had been stolen by Hell Realm, wouldn't they charge through the passage into Hell Realm?

Although the Central Plains' overall strength was far inferior to Hell Realm's, Hell Realm was currently at a very dangerous juncture. The Central Plains' involvement in the war could very well be the last straw that breaks the camel's back.

Moreover, Jiang Fan, who stood before him, also harbored a Shura Empress from the Dark Shura Clan.

Did this mean there was a possibility of an alliance between the Central Plains and the Dark Shura Clan?

If the Dark Shura Clan also joined the war to return to Hell Realm, then Hell Realm would undoubtedly lose this battle.

Considering the severe consequences, the Abyssal Lord hesitated.

He reluctantly looked at the remains of the Supreme Ancient Saint, his eyes filled with struggle.

If he missed this opportunity, he would never find another suitable body to possess.

For the rest of his life, it would be difficult for him to return to his peak state.

Gritting his teeth, he said in a low voice, "Other Shore, go back."

The Other Shore Lord's avatar's face turned pale. Was the Abyssal Lord willing to disregard Hell Realm and still attempt possession?

She urged, "Senior, please reconsider."

The Abyssal Lord coughed heavily, his voice weak. "For Hell Realm, I died and my path vanished."

"As a mere remnant soul, I've been stranded in Heaven Realm for ten thousand years, unrescued and uncared for, yet I have no regrets."

"I believe I have done all I can for Hell Realm."

"Now, it's time for me to consider myself. I cannot miss this ancient opportunity I've waited so long for."

Having spoken, he walked toward the remains of the Supreme Ancient Saint.

The Other Shore Lord's avatar hesitated for a moment, then decisively flashed in front of him, her eyes filled with both apology and resolve, and said:

"As the Lord of Hell Realm, I cannot allow anyone to threaten its safety."

"Not even you, the former Lord!"

The Abyssal Lord's voice deepened. "Move aside!"

He raised the Eye of Hell. "When I risked life and death for Hell Realm, you were merely a Shura Emperor."

"You took my position as Lord, and now you want to prevent me from taking a new body?"

"Is this how you repay me?"

The apology in the Other Shore Lord's avatar's eyes deepened. It sounded as if she was indeed ungrateful, failing to repay the Abyssal Lord's sacrifices.

However, at this critical moment, the Abyssal Lord could absolutely not be allowed to possess a body.

"Senior, please calm down. Once we resolve the threat of the ancient giants, I will personally plan an expedition to the Central Plains."

"I will certainly find saintly remains for you. I swear it upon the Shura God!"

There was no change in the Abyssal Lord's eyes; he remained indifferent. "I'll say it again: move aside!"

Having lingered in Heaven Realm for ten thousand years, the former Lord of Hell Realm had, in the end, changed his disposition.

He who once sacrificed his very being for Hell Realm now disregarded its fate for his own sake.

The Other Shore Lord's avatar's eyes were filled with sorrow, yet she decisively made her move:

"Senior, forgive my offense."

She abruptly vanished from her spot, and the Abyssal Lord's remnant soul also disappeared.

Immediately after, terrifying Sage-level fluctuations erupted, their aftershocks tearing apart the black earth, vaguely revealing the transparent base of this magical artifact.

Looking down,

a gloomy world of rolling lava and howling winds was revealed.

It was a corner of Hell Realm!

Jiang Fan quickly took out the Immortal King's Undying Bell, shielding himself and Tian Ge, and fled towards the large tree where the Supreme Ancient Saint's remains lay.

He keenly observed that no matter how the surroundings crumbled, the verdant area within a thousand feet of the ancient saint remained unshaken.

The butterflies and small insects within still flitted joyfully, completely unaffected by the outside world.

They would be safe once they reached that spot.

Shielded by the Immortal King's Undying Bell, he teleported towards the saint's side.

This action caught the Abyssal Lord's attention. Mistaking Jiang Fan and the others for attempting to seize the saint's remains, he let out a cold snort.

A terrifying saintly pressure swept over them.

The Immortal King's Undying Bell immediately rang out loudly, trembling violently.

Inside the bell, Jiang Fan grunted, a metallic taste in his throat, while Tian Ge instantly vomited blood, her vision went black, and she collapsed, her fate unknown.

However, this was merely the preliminary wave of saintly pressure. When the full force of the saintly pressure enveloped them, both would die instantly.

Fortunately, the Other Shore Lord's avatar blocked the saintly pressure, absorbing most of its force.

Her avatar immediately became ethereal and transparent.

She turned her head and glared at Jiang Fan. "I can't believe I have to protect someone as damned as you!"

There was no alternative. If Jiang Fan and Tian Ge died, their summoners would be gone, and she, as a summoned being, would immediately be expelled from the Central Plains.

At that point, no one would be left to stop the Abyssal Lord from taking a new body.

Filled with resentment, she backhanded a light tap on the Immortal King's Undying Bell, sending it into the thousand-foot verdant area.

She then continued her fierce battle with the Abyssal Lord.

Inside the verdant area, Jiang Fan emerged from the Immortal King's Undying Bell, his qi and blood surging, a mouthful of blood threatening to erupt.

But at that moment, his injuries rapidly subsided.

In her unconscious state, Tian Ge, who had been severely wounded, also recovered completely, opening her eyes with a bewildered expression.

Not only that, but a faint layer of divine light subtly enveloped their bodies, making them feel exceptionally comfortable.

Was this the saint's legacy?

With profound respect, he bowed deeply to the saint's remains.

Tian Ge, meanwhile, let out a long sigh and said, "Finally, we're saved."

Hearing this, Jiang Fan looked at her, and Tian Ge also looked at Jiang Fan.

The two stared at each other, only then remembering their adversarial relationship.

Tian Ge awkwardly stepped back, saying, "Brother Jiang, what happened before was all a misunderstanding. We were like family members failing to recognize each other."

Jiang Fan's face turned cold. "A misunderstanding?"

"I can overlook you asking the Abyssal Lord to kill me."

"Coveting our Central Plains' saintly remains, I can also consider that a conflict of interest."

"But you gathered the Shura Clan, invaded the continent, and harmed innocent disciples of the Nine Sects—that, I cannot overlook!"

Although there weren't many casualties, this had already crossed Jiang Fan's bottom line.

Sensing Jiang Fan's murderous intent, Tian Ge's expression changed drastically. "Wait, listen to me explain."

"I didn't instruct them to slaughter indiscriminately; I merely told them to tie down the continent's local sects and prevent them from interfering."

Jiang Fan remained expressionless. "No difference! Die!"

With a flick of his sleeve, terrifying Soul Transformation power instantly blasted Tian Ge's body into a mist of blood.

He showed not a shred of mercy.

However, to Jiang Fan's astonishment, the mist of blood that was Tian Ge reformed into a complete and unharmed Tian Ge.