Are the six levels of hell and the seven levels of heaven connected
Ash was stunned for a moment, and suddenly an idea flashed in his mind, connecting all the clues together: there are only five of the six levels of hell, and only six of the seven levels of heaven...
The tip for the promotion of the Lord of God given by the drama poet is "at the top of hell, stepping into the bottom of heaven"...
So that's it. This is the origin promotion method of the Six-Winged Lord. It's so difficult and yet so simple. But which side is this Drama Poet on? He seems to be helping us, but in fact he is helping the Void Realm. It would be better if he didn't tell us this tip.
Seeing his face full of sudden enlightenment, Death Maniac guessed that he had seen through the final secret of the Origin Road: "So you understand that they can't separate the six levels of hell... Even the virtual realm can't be separated, unless you are willing to pay an unimaginable price, but that's almost the same as destroying the world."
"But they should also know this." Ash looked at the gods: "They are also the Lords of Heaven who were promoted from the origin!"
"They have no other options. Just by looking at Ouroboros, they know they can't stop Ouroboros from destroying Hell. Apart from abandoning Hell, what else can they do?" Death Maniac said, "Another name for self-deception is being at a loss."
"Besides, what if it works? Even if it's just a few decades, it's enough for them to grow to the limit of magician civilization... Although it's meaningless."
Ash looked down at the abyss that connected the four levels of hell, staring at the infinite colors in the deepest part, and heard hell begin to shake again, as if a monster from outside the world was grinding its teeth with hell.
"How much time do we have left?"
"Two months, or one month." Death Maniac said, "The speed of destroying food is much faster than digesting it."
"You bet all your hopes on this gamble, but instead of buying more time, you accelerated the arrival of the end. The only thing you won was dignity. Among all the world lines, you are the only one that has not been eaten by Ouroboros. You will die with the dignity of a magician under the kiss of the serpent of the end. No other world will die with more dignity than you."
It was clearly a sentence full of sarcasm, but there was no joking in the dead man's voice. Instead, there was an inexplicable compassion. She seemed to really think that a dignified ending was not the worst ending.
There are not so many fairy tales in this world. Sometimes a story can only choose between a bad ending and a worse ending. Reality is so cruel.
"I can't do this." Ash shook his head slowly and murmured softly, "This is definitely not the ending I want. I even bet on her memory. I clearly—"
Death Maniac: "Speaking of this..."
"What are you talking about?" Fanxing looked at Ash, "Whose memory did you pay for?"
"Stars!" Ash said seriously, "Hell cannot be divided. We must be here—"
winter!
As the last heartbeat like a war drum roared, Ash's whole body shook, as if someone slapped him, and the crazy girl hidden in his heart was slapped out... Or maybe his soul body had reached its limit and could no longer imprison the Black Demon King whose strength far exceeded his.
“…your heart has paid for it.”
The voice of the death madman sounded in his ears:
"Deal closed."
Ash no longer has the ability to recover from his death frenzy. The moment he lost Black Demon, the huge exhaustion overwhelmed his soul. He had expected this. With his strength, he could only use Black Demon's split personality to squeeze his mind to the limit. When Black Demon was around, all problems were not a problem. When Black Demon was gone, all problems would explode... The real power was the pilot Black Demon, and Ash was just a high-performance machine.
At this time...
Let alone convincing them, I can’t even protect myself now…
Ash fell downwards with all his strength exhausted. He felt that the gods had instantly locked onto him, as if he were a fat cat dropped from the sky and everyone could take a bite of him.
But the only things that could touch him were the stars beside him.
Fanxing grabbed his arm, making him look like he was still standing in the sky. She turned her head to look at the four gods and said calmly, "You go and transfer the demigods. I will watch Ouroboros."
Her tone was not like she was talking to a competitor, but more like she was talking to a subordinate. It seemed that the Hell Demigod and the four Lord Gods would eventually become hers.
The four gods hesitated for a moment and seemed to still want to struggle, but as the Lord of Fantasy Music took the initiative to leave, this loose alliance could only give up their little thoughts and hand over Ash to Fanxing.
But Ash did not panic at all, and Fanxing did not feel the joy of getting what she wanted.
"The weak fear the consequences, the strong fear the causes." Fanxing said calmly: "You just said that you are willing to protect the world for the four gods and erase the grudges between you and them. I am also willing to protect my world for you and let you go this time."
"I never owe anyone anything, nor will I let anyone owe me anything."
"But the next time we meet..."
At this moment, two demigods of hell rushed to Ash and gathered their courage to surround Fanxing. Fanxing looked at the two of them, threw Ash into their hands, and said, "Stay with me until he goes back."
Being held in Yin Gula's arms, Ash finally felt relieved, and his eyelids could not help but twitch up and down. He vaguely heard Yin Gula say something to him, and then put a space ring on his finger...
... ...
...
Ash opened his eyes, his head was dizzy and he couldn't get up for a while.
The price of overloading his mind has continued into reality. His soul is probably injured, and his brain might have some problems too... It would be best to cut off his brain and grow a new one.
Memories gradually surfaced: Ouroboros, the stars, the death madness, the six levels of hell, two months or one month... Ash slowly closed his eyes, wishing he hadn't woken up.
Compared to the exhaustion of his soul, the depression of his heart made him sink even more. He didn't even want to get up. What could he do if he got up? Should he count how much time he had left
It’s better to sleep until two months later, then you don’t have to worry about anything…
Ash took a few deep breaths, gathered his energy and sat up. Suddenly, he felt something moving in his arms. He looked down and saw a little white-haired girl. She seemed to be woken up by Ash. She let out a lazy moan. She was too sleepy to even open her eyes. She hugged his neck and pushed him back to the bed, whispering, "You're back?"
Just like being held by Yin Gula, Ash looked at the white-haired little girl in his arms, and an inexplicable sense of security and responsibility filled his body. With her misty greeting, the haze that shrouded Ash's heart quietly dissipated.
The world was at stake, but at least for now, he had more important things to do.
Ash rubbed her little head and replied in a brisk voice:
"I'm back."
PS: I have kidney stones. Yesterday afternoon, I rolled on the ground in pain and sweated all over. It took an hour for the painkiller to work in the emergency room. I have to go for an ultrasound this morning to see the situation, so I should take a leave. Everyone should drink more water. Kidney stones are really painful. It's a pity that I am not writing the chapter about Ash being tortured by the black demon today, otherwise I will definitely use my advanced experience to make Ash suffer from kidney stones.
It's over. The pain started again when I lay down in the middle of the night. I rushed to the emergency room of the hospital to get an antispasmodic injection. I didn't have time to sleep that night. Fortunately, I finished two chapters before the pain came back.