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In the depths of the underworld, ancient temples and ruins are intertwined in the dark valleys, making this one of the most mysterious areas of the underworld. Zhang Jin and Underworld deity came here to search for clues related to the anomaly of Styx.
They passed through the vast forest and arrived at an ancient temple forgotten by time. The stone walls of the temple are covered with ancient runes and totems, as if recording the secrets of ancient times.
In the center of the temple, there is a huge stone stele with ancient inscriptions. Underworld deity reads carefully, their expression gradually becoming serious.
"This records an ancient war, in which powerful spells were used, even affecting the flow of Styx," Underworld deity said in a low voice.
Zhang Jin stared at the stone tablet, trying to understand its meaning: "So, could the Styx anomaly be related to this ancient war?"
"It seems so," nodded the Underworld deity. "The magical power from this war may have been sealed somewhere, and as time passed, this power gradually leaked out, affecting Styx."
In order to find more clues, they ventured deep into the underground chambers of the temple. There, they encountered an ancient soul who had been a mage in ancient times and had a direct understanding of the war.
The soul of the mage appeared hazy and ethereal, but his voice was filled with power and wisdom: "The war was a conflict between the underworld and other planes. We used powerful magic to protect the underworld. But we did not anticipate that this magic would have long-lasting effects on Styx."
Zhang Jin listened to the master's narrative, filled with curiosity: "So, where is this power now? How can we remove its influence on Styx?"
The master's spirit pointed to a hidden basement: "There, there is an ancient seal that you must find and break in order to eliminate this power's influence on Styx."
Underworld deity and Zhang Jin immediately went to the underground chamber. The chamber was filled with a mysterious magical aura, and a large magic circle was engraved on the ground, with a radiant seal at its center.
They cautiously approached the seal and began to decipher it. Underworld deity utilized his profound knowledge of magic, while Zhang Jin relied on her intuition and wisdom.
With their joint efforts, the seal gradually loosened, and the powerful force was finally released and safely guided to its proper place.
As the seal was undone, the surface of Styx gradually returned to calm, and the anomaly was finally resolved. Underworld deity and Zhang Jin stood on the banks of Styx, looking at the tranquil surface, feeling a hint of joy in their hearts.
"We did it," Zhang Jin said with a smile.
The Underworld deity nodded, with a look of satisfaction in their eyes. "Yes, thanks to you, Zhang Jin."
In the deep of the night in the palace, amidst the tranquility, the heart of the Underworld deity cannot find peace.
In his dreams, there always echoes some vague voices and images, seemingly connected to his past.
In the quiet night of the deep palace in the underworld, Underworld deity stands by the window, with complex emotions flashing in his eyes.
His dreams are always blurry and elusive, as if they are trying to tell him secrets of the past, but always become unclear at crucial moments. Whenever this happens, he always wakes up from the dream, feeling suffocated and breathing rapidly.
Zhang Jin, who is seven months pregnant, gently touches her slightly protruding belly and walks to the side of Underworld deity. Her movements seem a bit clumsy, but her eyes are full of care and love. She softly says, " Underworld deity, did you have a nightmare again? Don't worry, I'm here."
Underworld deity He turned around and gently embraced her. His eyes revealed helplessness and confusion: "Zhang Jin, I always dream of some fragmented scenes, but I can't remember what they are, and it troubles me."
Zhang Jin comforted him by patting his back: "Perhaps these are just dreams, don't worry too much about it. You are now the ruler of the underworld, the pillar of this place. Let the past be the past."
However, the gaze of the Underworld deity appeared resolute: "No, Zhang Jin. These dreams seem to be reminding me of something important. I must find the answers."
So, in the following days, the Underworld deity began to try to explore his own past, delving into every corner of the underworld each day, searching for clues that might be related to his own past.
One day, they arrived at a secluded valley where there stood a forgotten shrine. The walls of the shrine were covered with ancient inscriptions depicting dragons and phoenixes. The Underworld deity's gaze lingered on them, seemingly drawn to certain symbols.
"These symbols... I feel like I've seen them somewhere before," murmured the Underworld deity, furrowing their brow.
Zhang Jin walked cautiously to his side, attempting to help him: "These look like ancient spells. Underworld deity, do you remember these symbols?"
Underworld deity closed his eyes, seemingly trying to recall: "I... I'm not sure, but they awaken certain memories deep within me. Those memories include fire, battles, and a Thunder God Altar."
The Thunder God Altar that strikes like thunder, to the Underworld deity, is like a distant memory, piercing his dormant recollections with light.
"Zhang Jin asked softly, "What does Thunder God Altar mean to you, Underworld deity?"
Underworld deity opened his eyes, and the turmoil in his heart was evident in his voice: "I remember, it was an altar, a place of judgment for the gods. After being the God of the Underworld for so many years, I only know that its origins are profound. Every god who goes up to be punished, without exception, loses all their powers and has their memories destroyed."
He murmured to himself, his eyes shimmering with the light of memories, as if he had crossed the river of time and returned to that distant past.
Zhang Jin's eyes were filled with worry and curiosity as he asked softly, "Underworld deity, have you ever been to the Thunder God Altar? Is there a secret there that you have forgotten?"
Underworld deity nodded slowly, with a thoughtful expression on his face. "I'm not sure, but I feel like there might be the answers I'm looking for. Perhaps that's the reason for my lost memories."
Just as they were deeply immersed in thought, the door of the room was gently knocked. A guard entered respectfully and reported in a low voice, "My lord, we have found a suspicious person lingering outside."
"It's past the time of the sacrifice of the bride. Who could be coming at this hour?" wondered the underworld deity.
Underworld deity and Zhang Jin walked out of the palace with their guards. Moonlight spilled onto the land of the underworld, illuminating their path to the outside of the palace. The underworld at this time was quiet, with only occasional deep wind sounds in the distance.
The two arrived at the city wall, wanting to see the incoming person clearly.
I saw a man wearing a black robe, holding a long sword, and fighting alone on the stone bridge.
Because of the distance, neither of them could see very clearly, so the Underworld deity transformed into a shining mirror, reflecting the scene of the fight.
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