"Let’s go." Ash said, "Hell is waiting for us."
All beings who have entered the Divine Domain hold their breath and gaze at this scene; rather than a trial, it is more of a festival, a festival where mortals attempt to break through the limits of the Void Realm!
Although Hell is divided into five parts, there are crisscrossing chains at the bottom of each part, and the gaps between the chains are filled with eerie black vines. When mages approach, these vines shoot out explosively, and once broken, they ignite the miracles stored within!
Ash’s dual swords wove an ink-stained Sword Net, easily resolving the vines, but seeing the Spirit Miracle erupt from them, he couldn’t help but feel slightly distracted.
The miracle bursting from the vines on Vishi’s side was the Necromancy Miracle, filled with deathly energy.
The miracles stored in these vines are the ones left by the previous Promoter mage. It’s not even part of the trial, just a greeting among mages; whether the Promoter succeeds or not, these miracles remain their final creation in reality.
Have you all indeed taken a step ahead...
Ash exhaled, sheathed his dual swords, and faced Hell. Compared to the dim and murky Hell, at this mont, they indeed shone as brightly as Angels.
Boom!
At the mont of contact, the five were smashed into the finest dust by the mighty force of Hell, their souls scattered in the rain!
*
So this is entering the Divine Domain.
Ash had always thought that ’Divine Domain’ was just a term to describe levels of magic, like the ’Silver Realm.’ But when his soul was pulverized into the finest particles, he finally understood the literal aning of the word.
He had beco a god.
His vision crossed the Sea of Knowledge, Ti Continent, Dream Stairs, Ruby Mountain; he could see the past and future of the lands of the six nations, everything revealed its truest form to him. Ti was continuous, all particles were a Flowing Gold River; space was matter constructed by countless strings, objects were ripples of string vibrations...
He wanted to see more clearly, more deeply, but his Magic Realm wouldn’t allow it; he could see too much, but understand too little. All the colors he saw flowed into his body, and he was like an Abyss that suddenly inverted into the world, attracting goodness, admired by evil, desired by light, and yearned for by darkness.
He originally needed to use colors to reshape his soul body, constructing the Magic Temple, but as the colors gathered, they automatically began to reshape along the frawork of his Heavenly Kingdom of Souls. This was his incomparable advantage; other mages construct the Magic Temple during ascension, but he had prepared the Heavenly Kingdom even before the ascension.
Ash slowly opened his eyes, clearly feeling the terrifying pressure behind him that could almost drown his reason. The only way to combat this pressure was to infinitely extend his Void Wings, until he could bear Hell!
But just as he extended his Void Wings, Ash suddenly felt invaded by colors. The purple-red of the Sword Maiden, the pink gold of the Witch, the light silver of the Silver Lamp, the dark blue of the maid... as his soul was dyed with the colors of the operators, he also felt himself delving into their souls, this negative distance soul contact almost made Ash forget he still bore Hell.
"Ash"
"Ah, Ah, A, Ash..."
"Hmm."
"Pay attention to the Four-winged balancing."
Ash also realized — when other mages extend their Void Wings, they borrow magic power and knowledge from the Void Realm, because their Void Wings essentially connect to various layers of the Void Realm. The more a mage’s Void Wings extend, the more the Void Realm invades the mage’s will, so mages must balance the four wings as much as possible, keeping them in dynamic balance to avoid becoming the private property of a certain layer of the Void Realm.
But now Ash’s Void Wings are gathered through the operators, his Void Wings connect to the souls of the operators, not the Void Realm.
To extend his Void Wings, he must seize the Void Wings of the Sword Maiden and the others.
Just as Ash was unsure what to do, he suddenly found his Void Wings growing rapidly, incessant magic power and knowledge pouring into his soul along the Void Wings.
Ash blinked, realizing the operators’ Void Wings had extended to a level capable of bearing Hell, he realized what he had overlooked: his Void Wings indeed connect to the operators, but the operators’ Void Wings also connect to the Void Realm.
By using the Sword Maiden and others as interdiaries, Ash could also infinitely extend his Void Wings, and moreover ——
Their five Void Wings shared, souls connected through Ash as a transit point, in fact, they were already a united entity of mages!
Ordinary mages could only balance the four wings individually, but they could balance the four wings collectively as five people.
More importantly, they had Ash as a buffer pool.
Other mages dare not infinitely extend their Void Wings, preferring them as short as possible, best just enough to bear Hell, because they fear knowledge like a flood will overwhelm their will.
But the Sword Maiden and others could transfer knowledge to Ash, allowing them to maintain equal lengths for the four wings, without the need for complex balancing!
And Ash wasn’t afraid of being overwheld by knowledge; the Heavenly Kingdom of Souls was the best dam, Vishi’s ascension advice was to directly extend the four wings to the limit maintaining the sa lengths, with no need for balancing concerns, now they all got to enjoy these benefits.
The Sword Maiden and others seed to realize this too, smoothly extending their Void Wings, easily bearing the first layer of the Void Realm. Ash sighed with relief, once everyone’s Void Wings had extended to the sa level, he used the Mind Link to remind them they could stop.
He also needed balancing, but it was the harmony of operators’ wills rather than the conflict of Void Realm wills. His soul was now completely invaded by the colors of the Sword Maiden and others, each taking a quarter—purple-red, pink gold, silver, blue—and because of this Ash could maintain his free will, otherwise whoever held more influence could sway his thoughts.
But at this mont, the Sword Maiden’s purple-red suddenly invaded another portion of his soul, squeezing the space of other colors.
Without waiting for Ash to say anything, the pink gold, light silver, and dark blue reacted fervently, countering the invasion of the purple-red, but very quickly began to contend amongst themselves. Using Ash’s soul as a battlefield, they perford various intricate maneuvers: alliance, backstabbing, diversion, weaving deception, consortium...
"Four-winged balancing!" Ash yelled in anger, "What are you all doing!?"
"I’m 9, they’re 1; it’s balanced." Sonia said calmly.
"I want 4, I at least need 4!" Diya shouted, "So many sisters, 4 is not too much to ask, right?"
"I just want to keep my quarter." Weiser said, "No one can take my things anymore."
"It’s hard to refuse the chance to influence your will, Ash." Vishi giggled, "Get as much as you can."
"Hey!!!"
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