The Envoy fell silent for a mont before saying, "I will report this matter to the King and the Supre Council. Rod shall be temporarily confined in the black prison, and a more thorough investigation will be conducted on Gregor, especially concerning the six Oath Knights."
He looked around and said solemnly:
"Everyone, please rember, unity is our strength. At no ti should you turn your blades towards your comrades."
After speaking, he turned and strode away.
The expressions of the people on the judgnt seat varied, but no one spoke.
Just like that, Rod returned to his cell.
But he wasn’t the least bit despondent or anxious; the quiet of the cell, free of disturbances, was ideal for concentrated study.
Recently, things had been so tense he hardly had ti to research dreams, and his days were filled with relentless combat. Although he had reaped extraordinary gains, his self-awareness had fallen far behind.
His combat style was actually quite simplistic: Spirit Gun, Thunder Stone, Summonings, "Soul Blast," and the "Spiritual Power Fifth Layer lody."
If the "Spiritual Power Fifth Layer lody" couldn’t kill, and he couldn’t use "Soul Blast," then he was essentially powerless, with a woeful ability to defend himself.
He had to master new ways to fight.
Most critical was that the "Spiritual Power Fifth Layer lody" was too weak; as a trump card, it was completely inadequate.
If he had managed to kill Gregor with one shot, there would have been none of the subsequent troubles.
And the best way to improve it was to strengthen "Justice Execution" as quickly as possible.
At present, "Justice Execution" had reached its final stage, requiring a Complete Soul to advance.
And Rod had invested all his souls into it, yet its Strength had only increased by 31.
The pace was far too slow. From the Book of Knowledge, Rod understood that "Justice Execution" was a Great Star of high strength; Weak Souls contributed very little to its enhancent. It demanded stronger souls for better results.
In retrospect, the biggest loss was not securing the High Rank Evil Spirits and the Queen Bug’s Souls from the Corpse Wasteland.
Other Weak Souls, no matter how many he reaped, offered no qualitative change, serving only to fill the Soul Without Spirit and Spirituality.
He needed more and mightier Complete Souls.
Rod now understood clearly:
The Soul Without Spirit was his fundantal resource; Humanity and Spirituality were common resources available in abundance.
Divinity was a premium resource.
Complete Souls were a relatively crucial core resource, convertible to the other types, excluding Divinity.
However, most of the souls he obtained seed not entirely complete, which, according to the Book of Knowledge, could be due to the influence of the Soul Altar.
It seed he had to find more Dream Fragnts soon.
Unfortunately, he hadn’t encountered any during this expedition.
Rod felt a twinge of regret, wondering if there was a more efficient thod to acquire Fragnts; relying on luck like searching for a needle in a haystack was certainly not the way to go.
He turned and walked towards the Soul Altar.
Only a lone soul remained on the altar, the soul of Gregor he had recently acquired.
Its core was a pale yellow hue, an elliptical fla heart, with a long trailing fla tail mixed with gray vapors.
As Rod’s gaze shifted to it, the soul’s words erged in the flas.
[Sigley Gregor’s Soul]
An odd soul with a trace of Giant heritage, possessing two Soul Traits due to consuming the shell of an Ancient God.
His Soul thus beca unstable, tornt from the splitting pain constantly afflicted him, altering his personality dramatically. He found the Ancient God, the old sovereign whose shell he’d consud, and desperately sought its Descend to end his agony and fulfill his boundless desires.
——
After reading his Soul’s text, Rod felt a tinge of unease.
He rembered Qingyu telling him that the Descender Sect within the Doomsday Cult aid to summon the old sovereign’s Descend.
Is there truly an Evil God?
He had always thought it was all fabrications by Doomsday believers; the academy’s courses explicitly instructed them not to pray to any beings, that all gods were false, and there was no fire god - fire was a true existence that sheltered them, the manifestation of the Source in the Material World, rather than so anthropomorphized yet evanescent entity.
Though Rod, due to his experiences, was reserved in his views, the gods worshipped by the Doomsday Cult seed unreliable, given that even its followers derived their power from another system, right?
But now, the Dream Realm directly inford him that the Evil God existed, and that this soul had even consud the shell of an Evil God.
Won’t I end up being targeted?
Rod felt sowhat uneasy, slightly tempted to just sacrifice Gregor’s soul or throw it into the Great Star to burn it.
But he was reluctant, for he had a better idea in mind.
"Let’s first listen to the voice within his soul. This fellow must be a believer in the Descender Sect; perhaps I can find so clues, directly prove his identity and avoid a lot of trouble," he thought.
Rod concentrated, listening intently.
The clamor from the soul washed over him, its deepest rhythm confronting him.
"So dark, my senses seem to be stripped away."
"Where am I, exactly?"
"What’s happening?"
"Has my Soul been extracted?"
"How can that brat have such ability?"
...
Rod was startled, nearly jumping down from the Soul Altar.
This soul is alive?
The voices he heard were clearly a series of ntal activities and definitely not remnants from before death.
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