Bologue realized that the developnt seed to have exceeded expectations. In the narrow corridor, two Seekers of Glory stood one in front and one behind, sandwiching Bologue in the middle. Now Bologue should be the safest person in the entire Order Bureau, even if Belphegor cos out to harass, he would be beaten up badly.
With a long exhale, being summoned by two Seekers of Glory was truly unsettling, and what made Bologue even more uneasy was that he didn’t know what Mamo wanted him to see.
Looking ahead at the hunchbacked figure leaning on a cane, that person was a living relic from the Fall of the Holy City and involved in the construction of the Order Bureau—a living history, Mamo.
Bologue suddenly realized that Mamo might know things about him, as he was contained when the Order Bureau was established, and as the initial Generation Sublimation Furnace Core Minister, he must know sothing about himself.
The mysteries of the past slowly unravel, revealing the hidden truth before his eyes.
Bologue tried to find the right mont to speak, but Mamo beat him to it, saying to Bologue, "I hope you can keep what you are about to see confidential, we can’t make it public yet."
"I understand."
Bologue nodded, putting aside his personal matters for now, focusing on what was about to happen.
"You might feel a bit uncomfortable next, but don’t worry, it’s a normal reaction."
Following Bologue was Nesanel, who suddenly spoke, and imdiately a strange feeling invaded Bologue’s body. He felt a sense of suffocation, but this suffocation was more of a psychological influence than physical.
Invisible shackles bound Bologue, and the next mont the ether within him completely lost its activity, becoming silent. At the sa ti, Bologue realized what the strange suffocation originated from.
Bologue couldn’t perceive ether anymore; this place was an ether vacuum, just like the Abandoned Land.
Not only Bologue, but the two Seekers of Glory also lost their connection to ether under the power’s suppression, stepping collectively into the ether vacuum.
Mamo said, "That thing is very sensitive, we must ensure it remains in the ether vacuum at all tis."
"Is it the primal object?"
Bologue vaguely guessed what Mamo wanted him to see, "You’ve opened the Constant tal."
Constant tal is unaffected by external influence, but this immunity has limitations, for example, it could not withstand a blow from a Seeker of Glory.
Glancing at Nesanel behind him, Bologue roughly guessed who dismantled the Constant tal from Gold’s body.
Nesanel didn’t answer Bologue’s question, instead, he asked Bologue another question, "Bologue, do you rember the explanation about souls?"
"All things have souls. Humans have unrestrainable Golden Souls, flora and fauna possess restrainable Mang Silver Souls, while iron and stone possess Cold Iron Souls."
Hearing this, Mamo nodded his head and asked again, "If they lost their souls, what would they beco?"
"Humans who lose all their souls will fall into being a demon, affected by Bulimia Nervosa due to the soul’s absence. Flora and fauna lose the souls and then lose their activity, in other words, they die. Inanimate objects like iron and stone lose their souls and will disintegrate into useless dust."
Bologue heard from Belli that during his implantation ceremony, trendous chaos erupted, devouring nurous iron and stone souls, causing vast areas to collapse into dust and fragnts.
Mamo nodded his head, "Your basic knowledge is pretty good."
Bologue humbly replied, "That’s the required professional knowledge."
"Well then, take a look at it and share your thoughts."
With Mamo’s words, the narrow field of vision gradually expanded. The first thing visible was a towering container, inside which, apparently defying gravity, a smooth, well-defined tal cube floated in a state of weightlessness.
At first glance, Bologue almost mistook it for Constant tal. Then, he realized the tal’s color was completely different from Constant tal. From its appearance, this was just a precisely cut, ordinary tal cube.
It seed nothing special.
"The primal object... the primal object, oh gosh, King Solomon, is that why you wrote such notes about it?"
An entranced voice sounded, quickly Bologue noticed there was another person in the room. He stared at the tal cube inside the container with a fanaticism, eager to pounce on it and passionately kiss it.
"Duwa?"
Bologue almost forgot this deranged Seeker. Now seeing him again brought an indescribable peculiar feeling.
"Bo... Bologue?"
Duwa noticed Bologue’s arrival and hurriedly waved at him, "You have to see! Teda’s research was right!"
"What are you talking about?"
Bologue thought Duwa was insane. Suddenly, Duwa grabbed Bologue and excitedly pointed at the tal cube floating inside the container.
"This... this is the primal object!"
Bologue looked puzzled at the sleek and refined tal cube, which had no ether response nor appeared to have any special tal construction. Bologue couldn’t understand why several forces were fighting desperately to seize such an ordinary tal block.
Not to ntion this block was once owned by King Solomon and used Constant tal to protect it.
Seeing Bologue’s dull expression, Duwa was inexplicably enraged, as the great truth was near, yet this foolish fellow in front of him didn’t perceive any of it.
Duwa picked up a small bottle of Spirit Vision Liquid, to an outsider it seed more like a bottle of eyedrops.
"This is Spirit Vision Liquid, it allows us to temporarily gain ether vision," Duwa explained, "often, we alchemists need to conduct research in ether vacuum environnts, when unable to harness ether, we use this to observe ether."
Duwa poured the golden liquid into his eyes, followed by a golden glow appearing on his eye mbranes. Eager, Duwa watched Bologue, encouraging him to apply the Spirit Vision Liquid to his eyes too.
Bologue looked at Duwa and then at Nesanel and Mamo standing behind. The present atmosphere felt odd, like it was Bologue’s birthday and they eagerly anticipated Bologue opening gifts, observing his shocked yet thrilled expression. Bologue acknowledged such a description was strange, but out of his vocabulary, it felt the most fitting for the current mood.
Dropping the Spirit Vision Liquid into his eyes brought a sharp sting that soon dissipated. Bologue blinked hard and slowly noticed a layer of colorful ripples appearing in the world before him.
A layer of cold tallic color surfaced on the ground and walls surrounding him, representing the exclusive color of the Cold Iron Soul of dead objects. Looking at his hands, Bologue saw a layer of Golden light covering his palms, the unique Golden Soul of humans.
Scholars proposed such theories, they believed the soul was an extrely pure ether. Now, as Bologue was in an ether vacuum environnt, Spirit Vision Liquid rendered ether invisible, giving only a glimpse of souls perating through matter.
Through Spirit Vision Liquid, Bologue could see the color of souls.
"This stuff is extrely costly and has a short duration, don’t waste it."
Duwa urged him on, the Order Bureau once suggested using Spirit Vision Liquid to search for demons hidden in the human world, but due to its horrifying cost, it was abandoned, coupled with its demanding usage conditions, few people now use it.
Following Duwa’s finger, Bologue’s gaze fell upon the floating tal cube inside the container, nad the primal object.
Ether was ubiquitous, even under the influence of an ether vacuum, there were many ether attempting to seep in. Due to this, Bologue could see nurous glowing, gas-like ribbons trying to invade the container while the interior maintained absolute ether vacuum, uninfluenced by external forces.
Duwa asked, "What do you see?"
Bologue shook his head, "I don’t see anything."
A burst of laughter erupted, Duwa shouted excitedly to Bologue, "Yes, nothing at all! Goodness, King Solomon was simply a genius!"
Duwa’s fanatic eyes were bloodshot red as if possessed, muttering.
"With a chunk of scrap iron, he overturned the foundation of Extraordinary World knowledge frawork..."
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