"It's not to visit anyone, but to pay attention to thoughts and collect wishes!" Zhang Xuan said.
The guard was full of doubts: "Not everyone can bear the power of wishing, and there is no meritorious service or qualifications! However, if you really want to do it, the Ghost Palace will not refuse, and you need to pay 10,000 divine coins!
"
"Ten thousand?" Zhang Xuan nodded: "Okay!"
Qi Ling'er transferred the money that the head of the Qi family had given him before without keeping a penny. For others, ten thousand divine coins would most likely bankrupt their entire family, but for him, he could still easily take it out.
He took out the card, crossed the money, and walked into the main hall under the leadership of the other party.
The Ghost Pool, located in the deepest part of the palace, has a completely different power from the Moon Clear Pool. Standing in it makes one's soul warm, as if there is an unknown force coming from afar, constantly nourishing it.
However, trying to absorb this power is like a kite with its string broken, unable to catch it.
"This is the ghost pool. If you want to leave a mark, just leave the blood on the stone tablet!" the guard pointed.
Zhang Xuan looked around and saw a small stone platform standing next to the Ghost Pond. It was carved with special patterns, like an altar for sacrifice.
"It is somewhat similar to the altar of the Foreign Spirit Tribe...but completely different!"
I don’t know who the Spiritual God is, but I specifically asked who in the God Realm is good at offering sacrifices, and the result he got was that he was a strong man from Ghost Heaven. I thought he had some kind of connection with the Spiritual God, but when he saw the lines in front of him, Zhang Xuan couldn’t help but
Shaked his head.
Although there are some similarities, they are completely different in structure and content and do not belong to the same system.
Apparently, this place has nothing to do with the Spiritual God.
Just as he was about to walk up to the stone platform and inject blood into it to leave a mark, he saw the water in the pool in front of him boiling and a series of phantoms shaking.
These phantoms ranged in size from big to small, some were as tall as a foot, and some were as short as no more than a thumb. They were densely packed in a series, numbering in the thousands, and kept beating as the water in the pool boiled.
The special power I felt before in the air swayed down, like the sun shining, the high shadow became more and more solid, and the small one kept shaking, like a candle, flickering on and off.
Bo!
A shadow the size of a thumb broke open and disappeared from sight.
"What's going on?" Zhang Xuan was confused.
"Those big shadows are formed because there are many people commemorating them and they have a lot of willpower. The small ones may only be family members and friends. As time goes by, these people fall and no one remembers them, so they are naturally extinguished!"
The guard looked over and shook his head: "Actually, many people spend a lot of money to leave their mark here every year, hoping that they can be resurrected after they die. Unfortunately... people die like a lamp going out. If they really die, they will be gone again.
How many people can remember it? It is not the flesh and blood of close relatives, and the power of wishes is rarely produced. Therefore, unless you are very rich, even if you leave a mark, you will not be able to be resurrected. Otherwise, if everyone in the God Realm is immortal, it will not be overcrowded long ago?"
Zhang Xuan was convinced.
Gratitude and gratitude are all short-lived. How long can anyone remember them?
Like many online writers in previous lives, if you don't update for a few days, readers will forget about you.
If you can’t remember it, your willpower will become less and less, and it will be difficult to maintain it, let alone condense it into shape...
Therefore, the so-called resurrection is just a kind of inner comfort. In the entire God Realm, there are only a handful of people who have been able to succeed over the years.
"Who is that tallest shadow? It looks like it is about to condense into shape!"
I sighed in my heart and looked at the tallest one in the pool.
The thumb-sized ones cannot bear it and will dissipate sooner or later, but the tall ones, which are more than ten feet tall, can definitely be condensed into shape. I really don’t know which martyr is able to receive such sacrifices and worship and gather such a shape.
"I really don't know who it is specifically. It appeared suddenly about forty years ago, and its appearance is unclear. There is no corresponding god, so even we don't know..."
The guard shook his head.
"Who knows who can gather the power of will?" Zhang Xuan was stunned.
"The wish power appears based on the people who commemorate him. As long as he is in the heart, it will exist. It is not surprising that outsiders don't know! After all, many souls have gathered together for thousands of years... not everyone can remember it.
Yes!" the guard said.
Zhang Xuan nodded, came to the stone platform, bit his fingertip, and a drop of blood flew over.
Buzz!
As soon as the blood came into contact with the stone platform, energy ripples immediately appeared and spread rapidly along the lines on the stone platform. Immediately afterwards, Zhang Xuan felt that his soul seemed to be connected with something, and a figure larger than a thumb suddenly appeared in the water.
Want a small shadow.
"Is this my mark?" Zhang Xuan didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
"We just gathered. It's so big. It's pretty good..." The guard took a look and said.
Ordinary people have just left a mark and cannot form a wish in the ghost pool. The person in front of him is as big as a thumb, which shows that many people are already thinking about him.
"Is it possible that there were smaller ones just gathered?" Zhang Xuan asked.
"Most of them are smaller than this, and many of them cannot be seen by the naked eye. During my more than 20 years of duty, the largest one I have seen is the Bai Yi God King who died ten years ago! He was killed in the spiritual energy tide.
Kill, many of his subordinates put the items he left behind into the pool, and a palm-sized shadow immediately appeared!"
The guard said: "It shocked many people."
"Is this God King Bai Yi very popular?" Zhang Xuan asked.
"That's not true. As a god king, he must have many powerful subordinates. Not to mention others, these people alone can generate a lot of willpower!" the guard said.
"Could it be that...the generation of wish power is related to whether the person commemorating him is strong or not?"
"Of course it has something to do with it. The stronger you are, the longer your life span will be. The longer the commemoration can last, the longer it will naturally be. The greater the willpower it will generate. Under normal circumstances, the willpower generated by gods, gods, god kings...
It increases a hundred times!”
The guard smiled.
Zhang Xuan was stunned.
If the lifespan is different and the strength is different, how can the will power generated be the same?
Birds of a feather flock together, and people fall into groups. The higher the cultivation level, the easier it is for people to be resurrected. It is not just that they are famous and remembered by more people. More importantly, those who are related to them are all masters. They are the memory of one person.
, it is equivalent to hundreds or thousands of weak ones... The efficiency is naturally completely different.
"You are pretty good. The size of your thumb means that there are not only gods but also powerful gods who can remember you and generate wishes!" The guard smiled.
The size of a thumb may not seem like much, but the person commemorating this person must be a powerful god. Otherwise, it would be impossible to have such a powerful will.
"God?" Zhang Xuan nodded.
Qi Ling'er and Zhang Jia are both gods. One is loyal to him, and the other is his pet, so they will definitely produce the power of wish.
Feeling that the power in the ghost pool was connected with his own soul, which could indeed allow the latter to make slow progress, Zhang Xuan breathed a sigh of relief, then clasped his fists and left.
After walking out of the hall, a guard walked in, looked at the first person, and asked curiously: "How is this guy who just came here?"
"It's only about the size of a thumb. It will probably dissipate automatically in less than half a year!" the first guard snorted.
"It's pretty good to be able to hold on for half a year..." said the second person.
"It's true, but before you die, you want to be resurrected... You don't have the spirit of hard work or struggle at all. I look down on it. How can anyone miss and admire you? Now I have the willpower. I guess some relatives don't know it.
Once the news is known, it will be extinguished immediately!" said the first guard.
"That's true..." The second guard nodded with deep understanding.
In the divine world, the strong are respected and strength is respected, and those who are strong will always be admired by others.
It doesn't matter if you are an octogenarian. Young people around twenty years old still have a lot of life to live, but they are afraid of death and leave the imprint of their souls. You will know that you are a coward at a glance. How can you win the sincere trust of others?
Even if a shadow can be created now, it will be extinguished soon!
"Let's go!"
With a sigh, the first guard said no more. Just as he was about to leave, he saw the pool in front of him suddenly shaking.
Stopping in their tracks, the two of them looked over.
I saw the shadow of the young man left behind, shaking constantly. He was not big, but the shaking pool was rolling continuously.
"This is……"
After wondering for a moment, the first guard seemed to have remembered something, and his pupils shrank: "More people miss him, and more wishes come to him?"
When this happens, there is only one possibility, that is, the desire to miss the other person is increasing.
boom!
Before he finished speaking, the thumb-sized shadow suddenly shook and became the size of a palm. The shadow became more solid and powerful.
"Although there are many people who miss me, most of them are powerful gods, so the effect is not great..."
Although I don’t understand why these wishes took so long to arrive, judging from the purity and quantity, most of the people who miss each other are in the realm of gods, and they are also gods at the lowest level.
Very little. Although the effect is beneficial, it is minimal, and it does not last long and will dissipate quickly.
boom!
Before he finished speaking, the palm-sized shadow began to grow crazily again, with growth visible to the naked eye.
"Is this...the longing of the powerful God King?"
His pupils shrank, and the first guard stood there dumbfounded.
The other party is just a low-grade god, how can he be commemorated by the powerful God King?
Whoosh!
The ghosting increases again.
"There are two more god kings?" The second guard was also confused.
"Three god kings made wishes to him at the same time. Is this person really just a low-grade god?" The first guard clenched his teeth and trembled.
I just said that if I have money to burn, this mark will definitely disappear in less than half a year. I never dreamed that in the blink of an eye, countless gods and three god kings would miss him.
boom!
The phantom grew again and became life-sized.
The two guards looked at each other, their bodies shaking non-stop, as if they had seen something they couldn't believe. After an unknown amount of time, a murmuring voice slowly came out from their Adam's apple.