"That's it?" The forking demon muttered, "Even the lowest level demon can do better than you …"
The devil's head in the mirror closed its eyes and opened them again after a while, "Only a little growth, and only one growth, emitting the stench of a griffin's breath. What is a wandering soul, and where is it? "
Reynolds also found it strange. When the Soul Dagger pierced the wandering soul, there was clearly a warm feeling in his hand, so it must have absorbed the soul energy. The absorbed energy should have gone directly to the soul crystal, right? Could someone have "intercepted" it in the middle?
The forking demon said that this was absolutely impossible.
The Hell Throne room was the foundation of Reynolds's resurrection, it had to be completely mastered, and there could be no unsolved mysteries. So Reynolds thought about it and decided to try using the Eagle School's meditation technique to see if he could find anything. According to Kipling, meditation was the power of the mind, and the body only played a small role in the process. It had the ability to observe the whole area, and it never relied on the things on its face.
Meditation could also be used in hell, and only spirits could use it, but it was slightly different. When Reynolds's vision changed, the whole room also changed, and even Reynolds Hall and the forking demon could see it. Starting from the crystal throne, the blood-red that belonged to the devil spread outwards, and the originally dark, black and white hall was quickly soaked in red. Then, the red that covered all the surfaces began to converge, like fire, causing the walls to have more burning flames. Under the gaze of the human and the demon, a torch grew out of thin air under the flames, followed by a metal bracket that fixed the entire torch.
The hall became bright. It was not the red of hell, nor was it pure black and white, but it was like a real underground cave. The soil was the color of the soil, the rocks were rocks, and the roots of unknown plants also became lifelike — it was just like the human world.
There were only two differences. Through the Eagle Eye's meditation technique, Reynolds could see through the walls to a certain extent. He saw that behind the soil and rocks, there were more than ten orange-yellow warm lights, bright and dark at times, with the rhythm of a heartbeat.
In addition, he found the wandering soul as he wished. It already had a human form.
The wandering soul should not have been complete, after all, it was only a part of the cotton candy energy that remained in the castle after last winter. However, after being absorbed by the Soul Dagger and brought to hell, it did not become nourishment like the Gryphon's soul. Instead, it left the Soul Crystal Pillar and formed a head, body, and limbs.
The Forked Path Demon observed with rapt attention and was shocked. "It has no face and no physical characteristics. It's also greyish-white. This is a petitioner! But … how could they be petitioners? "
At the time of death, if a soul had a strong and firm belief, or through the direct intervention of divine power, it could enter the kingdom of the corresponding god and become a resident there. "After death, go to heaven" and "After death, go to hell" were similar situations. The smoother the process was, the more likely the petitioner would retain their consciousness. Some particularly powerful souls could even retain the power they had when they were alive. In the process of a soul ascending into a petitioner, it would manifest faith, divine power, or the characteristics of the corresponding plane, but most of it would still be in the form of a human.
Petitioners were unable to leave the realm of God, but they could act on their own and continue to contribute faith to God. Petitioners who came to hell could directly skip the low-level devils and become mid-level cadres. Therefore, petitioners were always more valuable than mere souls.
However, the situation in front of them was very strange. First of all, this petitioner did not have any characteristics that should belong to hell. He had no claws or sharp teeth, no tail, no horns, and no red devil skin. Of course, he did not have the wings of an angel, the armor of a keeper of order, or the rainbow halo of the Realm of Chaos. He had no characteristics and therefore no inclination. This went against the principles of the petitioner itself.
Moreover, he was in hell and had not been assimilated by hell. Reynolds did not have divine power, nor the ability to open up a domain. The devil's territory was just a dilapidated underground hall, so it could not shelter the petitioner. When petitioners came to the seventh level of hell, they would normally be quickly absorbed and turned into nutrients, bricks, and the like. However, the petitioner in front of them was in a stable form and could walk. The only problem was that he kept walking towards the wall on the left side of the throne and kept bumping into it.
"Behind the wall in that direction should be the space turbulence pulled from Earth." Reynolds looked at the man and demon in the mirror and asked for their advice. "Why don't we dig it open this time and see what's going on behind it?"
The man in the mirror frowned and was somewhat reluctant. The Forked Path Demon nodded vigorously, his eyes full of curiosity.
Wielding his pickaxe, Reynolds turned into a miner and dug a hole in Minecraft. Last time, it took him more than an hour to dig through the path to the soul crystal, so his body also stayed in the pool of blood for an hour. This time, he was not afraid of being disturbed in his meditation, so he could stay and mine more instead of going back.
When the petitioner saw him digging the wall, he actually understood his intention and stopped bumping his head against the wall. It looked at Reynolds with its expressionless face and waited patiently at the side.
"In the hell I see, I'm the only one working."
Almost two hours later, the wall was dug through. The dirt and stones on the ground disappeared, and the hole in the wall automatically turned into a neat square passage. The passage connected to another hall, which was filled with blue water. Since the room was roughly a cube, this was the "Water Cube."
There was water from the floor to the ceiling, but there was some kind of rule that prevented it from flowing into the passage. The surface of the "Water Cube" was flat and smooth without any ripples, like a polished marble. However, its interior was filled with large and small whirlpools that were tangled together chaotically. Some were as thick as barrels, some were like snakes, and some would suddenly appear and disappear like shooting stars across the sky.
Inside the swirls, there were constantly flashing images. Reynolds saw his own office, which had everything from computer to stationery. However, these images were all severed, and there was also a phenomenon of frame skipping.
Computer game production was Reynolds's profession, and frame skipping was a common phenomenon in this line of work, which could be solved by optimizing (conscience) and improving configuration (hard work). Reynolds quite missed this phenomenon, but then he heard the Forked Path Demon yelling "Space turbulence, space turbulence!", which ruined his mood.
The petitioner nodded at Reynolds and walked straight into the Water Cube. The swirls swallowed it in an instant, and then retreated a little. In other words, on the side close to Reynolds, there was a part of the water without the interference of the swirls.
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