Joe Yelm felt like he was falling into a bottomless pit, his body constantly descending.

The deeper he went into the crack, the darker the surroundings became, and the more terrifying the surrounding chang (tiger spirits) were!

Joe Yelm even spotted several *chang* whose faces possessed a liveliness as if they had gained sentience.

Fortunately, none of these *chang* attacked Joe Yelm, otherwise, even a hundred lives wouldn't be enough for him to survive.

Joe Yelm looked up and found that he could no longer see the sky, and the momentum of his descent not only did not stop but intensified.

"How much longer do I have to fall? Am I going to fall to my death?"

Joe Yelm felt a pang of fear. If he really fell to his death, he would probably be the first high-level to die from a fall in history, which would be a big joke.

As the depth of his fall increased, there were no longer any *chang* around, only boundless darkness and silence.

The sound of the wind rushing past Joe Yelm's body was the only sound in this dark space.

After an unknown amount of time, Joe Yelm finally felt solid ground beneath his feet, and the strange force that had prevented him from moving had also disappeared.

The surroundings could no longer be described as dark, but rather pure nothingness.

Closing both eyes, then opening only one, the feeling of what the un-opened eye perceived was nothingness.

Living in this place for a long time would probably cause the eyes to degenerate because there was no need for sight in this lightless place.

Even Joe Yelm, who possessed ghost eyes, was no different from a blind person here.

"Skeleton Summoning Technique!"

Joe Yelm summoned a small skeleton and used its head as a flashlight.

In the small skeleton's empty eye sockets, two clusters of cyan soul fire flickered constantly, bringing a long-lost light to the deepest part of this Godfall Pit.

Using the light from the small skeleton's eye sockets, Joe Yelm groped forward, and soon a dark hall appeared before him.

The hall exuded a solemn and ancient aura and was extremely tall. Joe Yelm could only see a small part of the hall with the help of the small skeleton's soul fire.

Looking at the hall, Joe Yelm's Adam's apple bobbed up and down because he had seen this hall before!

"Familiar, isn't it? The Underworld Divine Hall!"

A man's voice sounded silently from behind Joe Yelm, startling him so much that he jumped up!

"Who? Who's there?"

Joe Yelm illuminated the area with the small skeleton's head in his left hand and drew his Zhulong Crescent Blade with his right!

The fact that the other party could sneak up on him silently meant that their strength was extremely terrifying!

"Don't be nervous, I don't have any malicious intent towards you. You have the aura of Hades, King of the Underworld, so you must be one of the inheritors, right?"

Using the small skeleton's firelight, Joe Yelm finally saw the man behind him clearly. He was wearing a well-tailored suit, his manners were very elegant, and his face was exceptionally handsome.

The man merely stood there, but he gave the impression that everything in the world had to stand still before him, that he was the center of the world.

"Who are you?" Joe Yelm did not relax his vigilance because of the other party's words. On the contrary, he became even more wary. This man could tell at a glance that he was an inheritor?

Could it be... that this man was a god like Thanatos and Hypnos?

"Let me introduce myself, I am Hermes, the divine messenger, one of the twelve Olympian gods."

Joe Yelm's pupils constricted, and he clearly heard his heartbeat becoming more rapid.

"Hermes, the divine messenger... God Mountain... Godfall Pit... So the Godfall Pit was caused by your death?"

Joe Yelm stared intently at Hermes, hoping to see something from his face.

"Yes, and no." Hermes smiled. "Gods do not die. The one who died was merely the terrestrial avatar I chose."

"Then what are you hiding in God Mountain for? Are you with the Western Alliance?" Joe Yelm became even more vigilant.

"When I died, the Western Alliance you mentioned had not yet been established, and there were no humans on this mountain, so to be precise, I am not hiding here, but rather those people you mentioned are occupying the nest." Hermes shook his head with a smile.

"I see, so the Western Alliance is built on your grave?"

Hermes: "..."

"Alright, since you have nothing to do with the Western Alliance, then why did you bring me in here?"

Joe Yelm finally understood why he had suddenly flown in uncontrollably. It was most likely Hermes' doing.

With the other party's power, killing him should be as easy as breathing. Since he was still alive, it meant that this Hermes did not intend to kill him.

Hermes took a deep breath to calm his shocked mood and then slowly said, "It's very simple, I want to make a deal with you."

"With me? Make a deal?" Joe Yelm felt even more uneasy. A god making a deal with a high-level?

This was as unreliable as a Siberian tiger putting its arm around a village dog and saying, "Hey, little brother, I need a favor."

"That's right."

Hermes smiled and pointed to the Underworld Divine Hall behind him.

"Inside, there are four seeds of the King of the Underworld, which can increase your nether energy value by 40% without you having to participate in any battles."

As soon as Hermes finished speaking, Joe Yelm's breathing became a little rapid. He would have to accumulate his nether energy value sooner or later, as it was related to his future search for Zuo Yao in the underworld.

He could not refuse this condition.

"Then what do I need to do?" Joe Yelm looked at Hermes. He believed that there was no such thing as a free lunch in the world, and what Hermes wanted him to do would not be so easy.

"It's very simple. When you came in, you saw the mark at the entrance of the cave, right? That's a seal. Just undo the seal and let me out." Hermes smiled brightly.

The corners of Joe Yelm's mouth twitched involuntarily. So many Emperor-rank, King-rank, and even Saint-rank *chang* had been directly reduced to ashes under that seal. And you call that simple?

"Can't do it! Goodbye!"

Joe Yelm turned around to leave. The temptation of the nether energy value was indeed great for him, but touching that seal was simply courting death.

He finally understood why Hermes wanted to bring him in. So, this old codger couldn't get out.

Is that all? And he's still one of the twelve Olympian gods? Isn't this just a prisoner? I spit on that!

"Don't rush, listen to me."

Hermes silently blocked Joe Yelm's path.

"Of course, you can't undo the seal by yourself, but I will help you, and undoing the seal will also benefit you!"

"How will you help?" Joe Yelm turned around and asked.

"With your ghost eyes!"

Hermes extended two fingers and tapped Joe Yelm's forehead.

"That seal was set with the Eternal Eye. The power of the Eternal Eye comes from the Celestial Realm of Light, which is the beginning of all things; and the power of your ghost eyes comes from the Underworld, which is the end of all things."

"These two forces are mutually reinforcing and mutually restraining. Integrating your ghost eyes into the seal, and merging with the seal, the stronger your ghost eyes are, the weaker the seal will be."

Hermes stared at Joe Yelm's azure ghost eyes, his gentle voice seemed to be infused with some kind of magic, and then he reached out and gently stroked, two azure eyeballs appeared in his palm.

Joe Yelm's eyes became the same as the small skeleton's, both eye sockets were empty, and all that was missing were two clusters of soul fire.

Without his eyeballs, Joe Yelm panicked!

"Damn it! You can talk, but why did you gouge out my eyeballs!"