My pitied souls, return to your new destiny...
In that dark and lightless realm of chaos, the guardian of the Eternal Gate, Zeros Fris, dragged countless thick iron chains and walked in the darkness.
He murmurs the tragic song that is sung when mortal beings are buried, as if he is saying a final farewell to the countless souls clinging to the iron chains.
This is this discrete world, the boundary between life and death.
It is a fateful place that mortal beings can never reach alive but cannot escape...
The eternal door, the only place that leads to the rebirth of the soul...
In this kingdom of chaos, Zeros-Fris has sent away batch after batch of dead souls.
Not all dead souls are speechless.
Some still have long-cherished wishes that the world does not want to be separated from.
Therefore, they tend to be violent and heavy.
During this long drag, they gradually wear away these obsessions that were once considered eternal.
Until they can rush towards a new beginning lightly and transparently.
This is Zeros-Fries's responsibility.
In these endless years of silence, He repeated this sacred duty.
Occasionally, He would stop and turn around to chat for a while with those stubborn dead souls who were chattering endlessly.
However, the obsession with living beings seems boring and monotonous to Zeros-Fries.
In this endless time, Zeros-Fries has seen too much persistence and perseverance.
But the long dragging can always kill you little by little...
Until now, Zeros-Fris has not seen too many dead souls still staying behind him.
But this time, Zeros-Fris suddenly stopped slowly just like he had done before.
He turned his head and looked at the endless chains behind him.
Amidst the high and low screams of thousands of dead souls, Zeros-Fris suddenly noticed a dead soul.
Judging from his experience, this is undoubtedly a new soul that has fallen into this land. However, compared with most of the souls that Zeros-Fris has seen, this soul is different.
Because this is the gate between life and death.
What the dead souls are rushing towards is a new life.
But what this dead soul will face is completely different...
Name.
Although the dead soul remained silent, Zeros-Fris still stretched out one of his heads, which was used to communicate with the dead soul.
Under the gatekeeper's authority, the dead souls answered
Silvere...
In this way, under the influence of divine power, Zeros-Fris instantly learned about the past of this dead soul.
From a baby who had a lucky escape to a homeless adult...
From humans with sound limbs to monsters with twisted limbs...
Zeros-Fries calmly witnessed this twists and turns of the past.
Until that burning figure Qingtian appeared...
As if being electrocuted, Zeros-Fris suddenly retracted his head.
The countless eyes of the gatekeeper, which were originally unchanged from time immemorial, had some unknown fluctuations.
If it were just a giant, Zeros-Fries had never been exposed to such a size.
He had also interacted with that truly giant thing that could encircle the world in the distant past.
But, it's not just giants...
Zeros-Frith's countless eyes began to really focus on the seemingly ignorant dead soul.
Then, He turned around silently.
He needs to send these dead souls to where they should go as soon as possible...
He has such patience, but some...maybe...
Well done.
Have you encountered any confusion in your practice recently?
Briilani watched as she melted in front of her eyes.
Yi Xia as a human being.
To be honest, Briilani felt slightly awkward in this form now.
If it is not appropriate to make a rough comparison, you can probably refer to it - just like when you see a Tyrannosaurus rex, it suddenly asks you softly how your recent results are...
Briilani felt that it was somewhat outrageous...
After seeing the true power of the great witch, and then facing such a gentle great witch, Briilani felt that it was normal for her to have difficulty adapting.
But since the great witch asked a question, she naturally had to answer.
Brilanie thought for a moment, then raised her right hand carefully like a student: I...I have some...needs for the totem template of the flame meditation as it is.
Also, there are some small doubts about the actual application of Naomia's compound fire wheel structure, due to the change of the zero-series flame under the reaction of the flame tongue...
Then……
Probably because of the practice she has been immersed in these days, Naomia's words quickly became much smoother.
The great witch opposite him listened to Briilani's doubts with a calm expression.
After Briilani finally took a breath and finished all her doubts at the moment.
The great witch just nodded, looking at Briilani in front of him with eyes filled with endless fire:
Only this?
Well, that’s all for now…
Briilani nodded quickly.
Just when Briilani was mentally prepared and ready to listen carefully to the great wizard's lecture.
The next moment, Brilanie saw the great witch pull out a virtual figure from the void.
It looks like an electron image outlined by countless luminous particles.
Overall, like a hooded anthropologist?
Later, before Briilani could figure out the situation, the other party pulled out a scroll also made of luminous particles.
He even wore a pair of unilateral glasses with a sense of ritual.
Um
The virtual figure pondered for a while, and then looked at the great witch next to him.
Its sound has a somewhat mechanical hybrid texture.
However, there are also vicissitudes unique to the twilight years of life.
Maybe, there have been some misunderstandings.
I haven’t been doing apprenticeships for a while...
The virtual figure looked at the great witch and said this.
However, after listening to it, the great witch just glanced at it:
you will not?
The virtual figure seemed irritated.
After carefully looking at the great witch, its anger chose to adaptively resolve:
I mean, you don’t need to pay such a high fee for this level of teaching.
Of course, I have no intention of interfering with your will and decision. I will answer all the questions this lady has - with the only knowledge I have...
Then, seeing that the great witch had no intention of continuing to speak, it flew in front of Briilani:
So, dear lady, let me explain it to you.
Let me regard these doubts of yours as doubts - I think they all stem from one thing...
At this time, the virtual figure showed an awe-inspiring temperament that was unfamiliar to Briilani:
Inheritance is never 'absolutely correct', but a 'moderate choice'
At this time, the great witch's gaze had already penetrated the long time and space, looking towards the chaotic realm where life and death were intertwined...
This chapter has been completed!