The Underworld was always dark. The sky was dark, and the ground was gloomy. The air was filled with an unsettling fog. Not to mention the living, even the souls of the dead would feel uneasy and anxious in this place, living in a constant state of anxiety.
Fortunately, this situation would not last long. Every once in a while, the wind would blow in the Underworld. The strong wind would blow the souls up like paper scraps and fallen leaves. Finally, they would fall into the Underworld River. Along the Underworld River, they would go to the home and starting point of all souls. It was called the Sea of Souls. It was the holy land that the gods yearned for but were not allowed to approach.
Of course, in the process of going to the Sea of Souls, the complete soul would be washed away by the Underworld River. It would gradually collapse and scatter into countless Spiritual Particles. That was the basic unit of a soul. In this process, all the past events of this soul would completely disappear. Even the soul itself would disappear. In the future, these Spiritual Particles would form new souls with other Spiritual Particles and start a new life.
Sui Xiong floated by the Underworld River, watching the souls being swept by the chilly wind and falling into the Underworld River. Their faces originally had various expressions, but soon after falling into the Underworld River, all their expressions gradually calmed down and became peaceful.
It was said that the souls in the Underworld River were in a deep sleep, a sleep that could never be woken up.
With Sui Xiong's ability, it was not difficult to fish up a few souls from the Underworld River. He also had this idea — the souls that entered the Underworld River were almost ownerless. Whoever could fish them up could keep them. As for whether to bring them back and train them into believers? Or to transform them into oracles, that was their own business. As long as they did not do anything outrageous, no one would ask.
For example, the Night Gods, who used to have conflicts with Sui Xiong, then reconciled with him with Javier's help and gave him the soul transformation technology, often went to the Underworld River to fish up souls and transform them into believers.
It could not be helped. The Night Gods were all ghosts, vampires, and necromancers … It was not easy for them to gather believers seriously. On the contrary, it was much more efficient to rely on the method of transforming souls to create artificial believers.
Many small Gods, as well as gods who did not spread their religion in the Main Plane, would choose a similar method. Even the good Gods did not object to this. No matter what, it was better to become a believer and live in the God Kingdom or to be transformed into an oracle than to become a Spiritual Son and re-enter the Sea of Souls.
Sui Xiong observed carefully, but after looking for a long time, he did not find a single soul that was worth his effort to fish out of the Styx River.
His requirements were very high. If the soul was not outstanding enough, he would rather not make a move.
Gods like him who had a sufficiently large church did not lack the souls of believers.
After a while, he finally found a good soul. The strength of the soul was very high. Although it had fallen into the Styx River, it still maintained a relatively complete self. It did not fall into a peaceful sleep like ordinary souls and begin to disintegrate. This was the best material to transform into an Oracle.
With a wave of its tentacles, it turned into a thin and long thread that was like a fishing line and delicately entered the Netherworld River. It instantly wrapped around the soul and hooked it out of the Netherworld River.
"Its strength is indeed not low." As soon as he got this soul, Sui Xiong was sure that his observation was correct. It was totally worth the effort to get it. So he hurriedly channeled some divine power into the soul to stabilize it, and then put it away for the time being.
Because now there was something serious to do.
"Hello, long time no see." Sui Xiong greeted the figure in a black robe and carrying a long scythe that suddenly appeared not far in front of him. Sui Xiong first said something off-topic. "Speaking of which, I have always had a question. Your dressing is similar to that of the Soul Gatherers in Hell. Did they learn from you, or did you learn from them?"
The person who came was naturally the Supreme God of the Underworld, Death.
Death obviously did not expect that after Sui Xiong specially came to the Underworld and released the news of a meeting with him, his opening remarks would be this kind of question. He was stunned for a moment before replying, "I have a cooperation agreement with Hell, so I borrowed some power from them. The costume of the Hell Gatherers is a necessary ritual to borrow some of my power. "
This answer was not out of Sui Xiong's expectation at all, so he could not help but ask, "Then are you willing to sign a cooperation agreement with me? If there can be a messenger from the Underworld in the court, I believe that it can greatly enhance the deterrence of our country against criminals. "
Death nodded. "This is no problem. I am willing to cooperate with all gods who respect the operation of life and death. However, did you come to me for such a small matter?"
Sui Xiong smiled, hesitated a little, and said his real purpose of coming.
"I don't agree." After listening to his narration, Death simply replied, "Those lords have lived long enough and should not live any longer. I have no problem with you helping one or two of them occasionally. But if you want to help them extend their lives on a large scale, this is not possible. "
Such an answer did not surprise Sui Xiong. In fact, he had almost guessed that this would be the answer. For Death, except for maintaining the operation of life and death, other things were not important. Whether it was good or evil, order or chaos, it made no difference to him.
For Death, it was acceptable for the gods to slightly interfere with the life and death of mortals. But if he wanted to interfere on a large scale, it was beyond the limit of what he could tolerate.
Of course, everything could be discussed, but Sui Xiong could not come up with conditions that could satisfy Death. He was not a big-faced cat, and he did not intend to fight with Death for such a small matter, so he could only let it go.
He sighed with some regret and was about to leave when Death suddenly asked, "Why do you want to help those lords extend their lives?"
"In exchange for them helping me to preach," Sui Xiong replied.
"There are many conditions that can be exchanged. Why do you want to use the most difficult and most valuable thing to exchange?"
Sui Xiong was stunned.
He really had not thought about this.
For mortals, extending their lives was naturally a big deal, and almost anything could be exchanged for this. But … as Death said, as a powerful god, there were many things that he could do. Why would he use something as important as extending his life to exchange with those lords?
"And … in my impression, aren't you promoting the republic?" Death continued. "That means that you should be opposed to the system of inheritance of the lords. Since you are opposed to this, why do you help those nobles who treat the ruling power of the generals as a private belonging and pass it on and inherit it from generation to generation? "
Sui Xiong's eyes widened, and he was even more shocked.
On the one hand, the blind spot in his thinking had been pointed out. On the other hand, he was very surprised that Death actually cared so much about the things in the human world.
"You … why do you study these?" He could not help but ask.
"Because I am bored," Death replied calmly. "The Underworld is too boring, and I have to find something to kill time."
Because of boredom … Sui Xiong was speechless. After a long silence, he asked, "So, what do you think I should do?"
"Why do you ask me what you should do?" Death asked. "What you should do is up to you."
"Don't you have any suggestions?"
"I am Death. Don't ask me about the things of the living." After that, Death's figure disappeared without a trace, leaving only Sui Xiong standing in the air, silently thinking.
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