Some time has passed since Han Yu lay unconscious in the jade coffin. The true energy between heaven and earth flowed into the jade coffin, and was absorbed and refined by the unconscious Han Yu.

"Where is this?" Han Yu woke up and found himself in a white world with nothing.

"This is your spiritual world." A pleasant voice sounded. Han Yu looked at it. With this way of speaking, Han Yu knew who it was without having to guess. It was indeed Hun Xiuyu. He was still wearing that mask, floating in the sky.

in the air.

"My spiritual world? What do you mean?" Han Yu asked doubtfully.

"When your soul reaches a certain level, this world will be opened. Therefore, this world can also be called the soul world." Hun Xiuyu explained.

"Why did you bring me here?"

"This time, I appear to do the last thing, to make you the real god of death. It is time for me to complete my mission and return to dust, dust to dust."

"What's going on? What do you mean by that?"

"You don't need to know." What did Hun Xiuyu say? Han Yu was speechless for a while, but he immediately continued: "If you want to become a god of death, you need to experience all kinds of life and death. You have already experienced this, but there is still a need to practice.

This secret book."

"Secrets? What secrets?"

"It's called "The Art of Life and Death"" Hearing this name, Han Yu frowned. He felt that this was not a good secret book for cultivation, but he still listened to Hun Xiuyu's introduction: "I think you can feel that this book is not good for cultivation."

It’s easy to practice, that’s true. There are ten levels in this secret book, and each level requires an external object, just like Tianxuan Ice, which is what is needed in the first level, but it has nothing to do with the use of this secret book.”

"Huh? Why, this kind of power is needed, but why can't it be used?" Han Yu was confused after hearing this. He needed this kind of power, but it was of no use.

"I don't know. This may require you to practice to the tenth level before you can find the answer." Hun Xiuyu shook his head, and Han Yu was speechless again. He didn't even know. Alas, what a mess it was.

When Yu thought this, Hun Xiuyu spoke again: "It takes a huge amount of effort to use this secret.

Every time you use your soul power, you need to absorb the soul power of more than a hundred people, so your soul needs to be very strong, otherwise it will backfire on your soul if you use it easily. Therefore, you must not fall behind in the cultivation of your soul power. You also need to collect these nine types.

Foreign objects are used to impact the tenth level, do you understand?"

Han Yu lowered his head and thought for a moment, smiled bitterly, and then nodded to show that he understood.

"That's good. In this case, I will hand over this secret book to you." After saying that, Hun Xiuyu appeared in front of Han Yu and put one hand on Han Yu's forehead. Han Yu felt a splitting headache. The "Judgment of Life and Death" was too enlarged.

Yu couldn't accept so much for a while, so he had a headache. Han Yu immediately sat cross-legged, digesting the information of "The Battle of Life and Death".

"The beginning of all things, the harmony of yin and yang, life and death have the same roots, life is death, death is life..." Han Yu looked at the introduction of the secret book, and felt that it still made sense. Suddenly, there was a change, and thousands of scenes passed around him. Han Yu saw

Looking at these scenes, in which people's life and death are performed, different deaths float by, and there are even unborn children and relatives crying, Han Yu feels uncomfortable in his heart, and has an urge to cry. The warmth and warmth of human feelings are all reflected in those scenes.

Looking at these scenes, Han Yu felt more and more uncomfortable. Tears were already welling up in his eyes. He really couldn't figure out why he saw this. The environment around him changed again. He came to an earthquake ruins, and soldiers were running around him.

Constantly searching for people in the ruins, Han Yu walked in the ruins, looking at the people who had been harmed by the ruins, and some sat down

Crying beside the ruins, I felt indescribable sadness in my heart. Continuing to move forward through the ruins, Han Yu had already passed by too many soldiers carrying stretchers to save people. The people on the stretchers either had their heads broken and bleeding, or were missing arms and legs.

The legs were either dead. Han Yu felt increasingly overwhelmed and out of breath. He felt so uncomfortable that he didn't know when tears had already flowed down his face.

"Mom, Mom, wake up, get up and play with me." At this time, a little girl's voice sounded next to Han Yu. Han Yu looked and saw that the little girl kept shaking the head of a woman who was crushed under the rubble.

Arm, the woman had been dead for a long time, but the child still wanted her to wake up and kept shaking. Han Yu walked to the girl, stretched out his hand to touch the girl, but found that

His hand penetrated the girl's body. Han Yu looked at his hand and tried again and again, but with the same effect. He could only watch the girl being forcibly taken away by the soldiers, but he could not do anything. Han Yu

Hate this feeling, hate this feeling of helplessness. For the first time, he felt that he was so useless. He longed for power, and a strong feeling rushed into Han Yu's heart.

"Ah -" Han Yu knelt on the ground, raised his head and shouted, tears already streaming down his face. Suddenly, he felt someone pat his shoulder. He looked quickly and found that it was Hun Xiuyu. He wiped away his tears and knelt down.

He turned around on the ground, pointed at the girl's mother, and begged Hun Xiuyu: "Aren't you the God of Death? You can save her, you save her, you save her!"

Hun Xiuyu shook his head lightly: "It's not that I won't save him, this is human life and cannot be changed."

"Why not? It's just one life. You are so powerful. Why not? Aren't you the God of Death? You can change your life. Save her!" Han Yu stood up fiercely and yelled at Hun Xiuyu.

"No, to save one life, you need to exchange a hundred lives for it. Will you still save it?" When Han Yu heard this, he suddenly fainted. He squatted down and held his head, asking why.

"This is your fate. You can't change it, you can only obey it." Hun Xiuyu taught.

"Then what's the use of asking for death?" Han Yu smiled bitterly and shed tears again.

"The God of Death is the patron saint of fate and protects people's destiny." Hun Xiuyu said and waved his hand, and the souls of the dead rose into the sky. Then he pinched a seal and a door appeared in front, guarded by two stone men on both sides.

, four ancient Chinese characters are engraved on the door - The Underworld. Hun Xiuyu waved his hand again

, all the souls flew towards the door, and when the last soul entered, the door was closed and disappeared. Han Yu looked at these and really couldn't say anything. He saw the soul of the girl's mother turning around when entering the underworld.

She turned around, smiled at him, and said two words, "Thank you."

"To be a god of death, you need to be ruthless. Whether you can do it depends on yourself. The protection of fate is also important. If it is not enough, it will be doomed." After saying this, Hun Xiuyu dissipated in the air little by little. Han Yu sat

On the ruins, looking at the dead people, looking at the soldiers passing by who were rushing to save people, looking at the ruins, thinking quietly, the purple in the pupils became darker.
Chapter completed!