Heroes' Prison-Chapter 1589 - 1515: The Underworld Artifact Reveals Itself! Underworld King’s Scale!

Chapter 1589: Chapter 1515: The Underworld Artifact Reveals Itself! Underworld King’s Scale!

Here, the surroundings temporarily calmed down a bit, and Dao Feng and Sharp Sword finally had a moment to catch their breath.

Sharp Sword stared at the main coffin in the distance and said solemnly, "Brother Dao Feng, the next part is the final stretch. I’ll try to reach the main coffin in the center by any means necessary. You must assist me at all costs. Once I reach the top of the main coffin, I can temporarily suppress this Divine Tomb Great Formation, and all coffins will stop spinning. That will be your chance to guide your teammates to their suitable coffins so they can fuse with the demigod souls inside and become reincarnators."

"Okay! First, summon the souls of my teammates!" Dao Feng nodded heavily.

Sharp Sword’s palm flickered as he took out a strange piece of equipment—

It was a semi-transparent scale with two pans hanging on either side. One pan held a feather composed of multicolored light, while the other was empty.

As this equipment emerged, the entire God’s Tomb quivered slightly, and the pressure around them suddenly lessened.

"Could it be, this is your Underworld Artifact—the Underworld King’s Scale?" Dao Feng asked in surprise.

Sharp Sword nodded, "That’s right. After I opened the Underworld last time and completed the ninth step of the Underworld King Trials, the system rewarded me with this Underworld Artifact. It belonged to the First Generation Netherworld King·Jiuyou and can be used to measure the weight of souls."

As he spoke, he pointed to the feather on the pan and continued, "This feather, made of light, is from the Divine King back in the day. Any soul lighter than this feather can leave the Underworld and ascend directly to the Heaven Realm to become a God Sealer. However, throughout history, countless souls have been weighed on this scale, and there have only been four souls lighter than this feather."

"Only four souls lighter than this feather? What happens to souls heavier than this feather?" Dao Feng asked.

"Naturally, they fall into this great prison of the Underworld, subjected to the Underworld King’s reign, losing their freedom forever! However, the current Underworld King has gone to the Land of Origin, and I’m the heir to the Underworld King, so these souls are naturally under my control now." Sharp Sword said, immediately tossing the Underworld King’s Scale into the air.

The Underworld King’s Scale rapidly expanded, and the two pans enlarged to an appropriate size before stopping. The pan with the feather tilted down, while the empty pan rose up.

"Underworld King’s Scale, measure the soul—Pope!" Sharp Sword opened his mouth and uttered the Pope’s name.

The next moment, a semi-transparent soul appeared on the empty pan, looking exactly like the Pope.

The Pope was evidently conscious, aware of his situation. He looked at Dao Feng and Sharp Sword, then glanced down at the pan beneath him, full of curiosity. He opened his mouth to say something, but no sound came out.

As soon as he appeared, the pan beneath him tilted downward, while the pan with the feather lifted up.

Sharp Sword chuckled, showing an expression of unsurprised certainty, "His soul is heavier than the Divine King’s Feather, so I can control him!"

After speaking, he waved at the Pope’s soul, which was immediately manipulated by an invisible force, flying down from the pan to land beside Dao Feng.

"Underworld King’s Scale, measure the soul—Kid!" Sharp Sword called out another name.

The next moment, Kid appeared on the empty pan, like the Pope; his weight also exceeded the feather, and he was ultimately controlled by Sharp Sword to fly to Dao Feng’s side.

Each deceased super-first master was weighed by the Underworld King’s Scale, and without exception, they were all heavier than the feather, allowing Sharp Sword to control them and summon them to Dao Feng’s side.

"Underworld King’s Scale, measure the soul—Ronald!" Finally, Sharp Sword uttered the name of the last super-first master.

Ronald’s soul appeared on the empty pan in an instant, looking around cluelessly. When he saw Dao Feng and Sharp Sword, he was momentarily stunned.

He quickly realized that Dao Feng and Sharp Sword were also stunned, staring at him with incredulous expressions.

Narol, full of doubt, looked down at the pan beneath him to find himself balanced with the feather on the other pan!

His soul weighed exactly the same as the feather!

Among all these super-first masters, he was the only one with this result!

"Huh?! Ronald’s soul weighs the same as that feather? What does this mean?!" Dao Feng asked in shock.

Sharp Sword also recovered from his shock, muttering, "Having the same weight as the feather is the third case. It means they can ascend to the Heaven Realm, not as a God Sealer, but as a Divine King Envoy, directly advancing to the Void God level!"

"Divine King Envoy... is that the Divine King’s messenger?" Dao Feng asked, doubtfully.

"Yes! Although the Divine King is dead, Ronald can still become his messenger. The Divine King Envoy is the only envoy that can seal gods. Other envoys, due to the Master-Servant Contract, can only reach the Void God level. Even the Death God Envoy, Space Envoy, Time Envoy, and Life God Envoy are no exceptions." Sharp Sword said this, gazing at Ronald’s soul, murmuring, "It seems Ronald has his own fortune and is beyond my control now."

At this moment, Ronald was suddenly lifted by an invisible force, rapidly ascending from the pan of the Underworld King’s Scale, like a shooting star rising to the heavens, disappearing at the end of the starry sky.

Sharp Sword watched the direction of Ronald’s disappearance, eyes reflecting a hint of contemplation, before finally shaking his palm and retrieving the Underworld King’s Scale.

He resumed his serious demeanor and looked over the souls of those super-first masters, saying, "Alright, I’ve called upon the souls of your teammates. Now let’s keep moving forward! Only if I reach the main coffin in the center will your teammates have Hope of becoming reincarnators."

"Alright! Success or failure hinges on this!" Dao Feng nodded, also looking around at the souls of the super-first masters, gripping the Blade of the Sword Emperor tightly.

The group of super-first masters, although unaware of the situation, realized that whatever Dao Feng and Sharp Sword were about to do would affect their destinies, and they showed signs of nervousness.

Dao Feng and Sharp Sword once again stood back to back, charging toward the final ring of coffins. The light from the main coffin was exceptionally dazzling, casting a blood-red glow over the two of them.

Behind them, the group of super-first masters watched them intently, eyes filled with anticipation, mouths opening to speak.

Although they made no sound, and each spoke in their own language, their lip movements conveyed the same meaning—

Go for it!

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