The River Styx. 0

According to the great Olympian mythos, it was the famous boundary between the land of the living and the land of the dead. Even the four other rivers combined couldn’t compare to Styx’s power and renown. 0

Any oath sworn in its name was absolutely binding, and any mortal who dared to break that oath would be sentenced to Tartarus, trapped in an agonizing limbo between life and death. Even divine beings would fall into a death-like sleep for ten years and wake up with their power greatly diminished.0

Not even Zeus, the king of the gods, could bypass Styx’s frightening power.0

Leonard felt a strange sense of appreciation as they entered the river. 0

It’s not so different from the Buddhist beliefs regarding the Sanzu River. All dead beings must pass through the afterlife, and once they cross, there’s no going back. They even have to pay for passage, just like with the River Styx.0

Leonard had been under the impression that murim had never been ruled by gods like this world, but now he wondered if that was a hasty conclusion. 0

After all, murim had once been ruled by the Three Emperors and the Five Sovereigns during the Xia Dynasty, and the Yellow Emperor had faced off against the demon god Chiyou, who had led an army of ten thousand evil spirits. The Battle of Zhuolu, which had been destructive to both sides, wasn’t so different from the God-Slaying War. What if that battle had also left a power vacuum? 0

In that case, perhaps...0