1573 The Island of Oblivion

“Where are the others?”

“Over here!”

The others soon regrouped. They all noticed that the Tomb Torturers did not take the initiative to attack them. They were just a bunch of ghastly-looking monsters trying to scare the humans away from their territory.

The tormented souls that were dragged into the Pyramid were still circling above them. A dozen Tomb Torturers suddenly jumped into the air and dragged a group of the vengeful spirits to the ground with their hooks.

The Tomb Torturers turned into brutal chefs after they landed on the ground. Their axes were very effective against the tormented souls. They severed the limbs of the enormous tormented souls in no time. They eventually turned into wisps of essence, like a drop of green dew, falling into the pool at the center of the chamber.

“They are slaying the tormented souls to retrieve their essence. It will flow through a channel that was specifically designed for them to another pool that is constantly boiled by the flames of the Hellhounds, which will refine it into the Essence of the Dead. It is constantly being fed to the Pharaohs’ coffins where the Pharaohs are in deep slumber. After a few hundred years of exposure, their cultivation will improve,” Shreev explained.

Mo Fan smacked his lips after hearing the explanation. These Pharaohs were extravagant indeed. They even had a bunch of slaves to boil the pot and provide them with warmth after they died!

“Don’t worry about them. There are just low-level minions that keep repeating low-level tasks in the Pyramid. There are at least a few hundred workshops like this in the Great Pyramid of Giza,” Shreev went on.

“Are there different kinds of slaves in the Underworld?” Mo Fan asked quickly.

“Yeah, they all serve the Pharaohs. From the lowest Tomb Torturers to the Tomb Decorators, then the Underworld Warriors and the Yoked… There are tens of thousands of them in the average Pyramids, let alone the tomb of the King of Pharaohs. If we waste our time killing these things, it will take us more than a hundred years,” Shreev answered.

“They are surely living a more comfortable life than the living; talk about the old society being the roots of evil!” Zhao Manyan muttered.

“What do we do now?” Heidi asked.

“We’ll wait for the newest batch of the Essence of the Dead to be refined. A bunch of Underworld Warriors will come and take the residue away. They will lead us out of this chamber. We can then look for the entrance to the Underworld,” Shreev said.

“The residue?” Heidi was confused.

“If the Pharaohs eat the meat, the others under him can still share the leftover soup, right? Otherwise, how do you think a huge tomb like this could have so many powerful undead?” Shreev said.

“Oh, what about the Tomb Torturers?”

“Them? What else can they get? They are doomed to be slaves forever. They can never be promoted, nor freed from their roles. Besides, they find their job enjoyable. Even the strongest vengeful spirit is under their control once they are dragged in here,” Shreev said.

Mo Fan wondered if the Queen of the Netherworld would share the same miserable ending as the tormented souls if she was here. After all, even though these Tomb Torturers were not good at fighting, they had the deadliest weapons against spirits!

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Meos brought up an important question. “Speaking of which, do you know where the Gate of the Underworld is?”

“I’ve read many ancient records left behind by the Pharaohs. I’ve also conducted a thorough research on the three Pharaohs in Gisele. Khufu once told them that the end of the world is at the end of the Sea of Bitterness. If you face the opposite direction from the sun there, you will see the Dark Shore, where the undying are from,” Shreev said.

“The Sea of Bitterness? Does it even exist?” Heidi asked.

“The Sea of Bitterness refers to an island on the Red Sea, the Island of Oblivion. The water nearby is formed from the tears of billions of living creatures,” Mo Fan interjected.

Mo Fan had read about the legend while he was at the Parthenon Temple. The Greek God of Death Hayla gave Mo Fan quite a great shock during their first encounter. Mo Fan purposely did some research on the mystical creature at the Parthenon Temple.

“There’s a monster on the Island of Oblivion. Its name is Hayla, the guardian of the World of Darkness. If you tell him that you’re heading to the Underworld, he won’t trouble you,” Shreev agreed.

“Why are we discussing these ancient legends here? Where exactly is the Gate of the Underworld? Brother, we are inside a Pyramid, not on the Red Sea!” Zhao Manyan said impatiently.

“The real entrance of the Underworld is on the Island of Oblivion. It’s the entrance we are planning to open, but no one can see the Island of Oblivion from the Red Sea. The Island of Oblivion will only appear when the deathlight of the Great Pyramid of Giza is shining upon the Red Sea. Once we find the Island of Oblivion with the help of the deathlight, we’ll find the Gate of the Underworld too!” Shreev declared.

Mo Fan only knew pieces of information about the Gate of the Underworld. He finally managed to combine the pieces together after hearing Shreev’s explanation!

“What am I even listening to!?” Zhao Manyan was utterly confused.

“Old Zhao, the Great Pyramid of Giza is the back door, while the Island of Oblivion at the Red Sea is the front door. However, the front door’s key is in Khufu’s hands,” Mo Fan explained it to him.

It was meaningless to open the entrance to the Underworld inside the Great Pyramid of Giza. There was no way the undead from the Ancient Capital could force their way into the Pyramid. The only way for the Ancient Capital’s undead to reach the Underworld was through the gate on the Island of Oblivion!

“That means… the Great Pyramid of Giza is a mechanism that will make the Island of Oblivion appear?”

“The Dawn and Dusk Compass! When the hand points to the sunset, it will turn the light of the stars into the deathlight. We just need to point the hand to the Red Sea to direct the deathlight toward it. The Island of Oblivion will appear on its own!” Shreev said confidently.

“It’s nothing but a mess. Just tell us what we should do,” Sayed sighed impatiently.

“Is the Island of Oblivion the entrance to the Dark Plane?” Heidi said.

Heidi was familiar with the different Planes since she was a Dimensional Mage.

There were different Planes in the world they lived in. The most typical ones were the Dark Plane and the Summoned Beast Plane. Otherwise, where would the Summoned Beasts and the undead normally come from?

The Underworld was considered a separate Plane that branched off from the Dark Plane, but rumors said the Underworld and the Dark Plane were actually connected…

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