Chuck, holding the urn, looked fearfully at the dark room in front of him.
After hesitating for a moment, he raised his feet and walked forward. With the slamming of the door closing, Chuck's figure disappeared into the sanctuary.
The square was quiet, and everyone turned their attention to the door of the pilgrimage place, waiting for what would happen next.
To everyone's surprise, Chuck didn't stay inside for long. In just five or six minutes, the slave boy walked out of the sanctuary.
Completely different from his demeanor before entering, Chuck's face no longer had any cowardice and inferiority, replaced by extreme piety.
"I saw the sanctuary of the gods!"
"There are beautiful scenery there! There is endless wine and food to enjoy! There is wealth that I can't imagine in my life! It is the rumored paradise!"
Amid people's questioning, Chuck wiped away the tears on his face: "My father told me before he left to take care of my family..."
Glancing at the Pilgrimage Gate behind him, Chuck said to the people around him: "One day, when I die, I will enter here too! I will definitely see my father again! Definitely!"
Listening to the young man's heroic words, the people in the square did not utter any words of ridicule or questioning. On the contrary, everyone had expressions of approval and envy on their faces, and some even shouted in agreement.
Minnie nodded to the people behind her and said loudly to the crowd in the square: "The second pilgrim is..."
The residents holding the ashes walked into the pilgrimage site one after another under the watchful eyes of everyone.
Those who walked in had a little fear and uneasiness on their faces, but those who walked out only had endless fanaticism for the gods.
"I have lived for so many years and have listened to countless bards singing, but the verses in their mouths cannot describe even one ten thousandth of the beauty of the sanctuary!"
Listening to the endless compliments in his ears, Ackerman felt a little nervous.
Shaman Minnie has called the thirty-seventh heroic spirit, but Casper's name is still not called.
Just when Ackerman was worried that the son of the gods had forgotten his brother, Minnie looked at the restless former and said with a smile: "Stop looking around and come up."
Ackerman opened his eyes wide: "You mean...?"
Minnie nodded: "There is a place for Casper in the list of pilgrim heroes. Come up."
Holding Casper's ashes in his arms, Ackerman excitedly walked up the steps to the door of the pilgrimage house and asked, "What should I do after entering?"
Minnie signaled the apprentices to open the stone door and whispered to Ackerman: "You don't need to do anything. The will of the sons of gods will guide you."
Ackerman let out a long breath and walked into the pilgrimage hall without looking back.
As the stone door was closed, Ackerman found himself plunged into darkness where he could not see his fingers.
Just when he was confused, a ray of light shone on Ackerman's head from directly above the house, causing him to look up.
A group of light balls, exuding a gentle light, slowly descended from the roof to Ackerman's side and began to swirl around his body.
Ackerman felt that his body was getting lighter and lighter. He followed the light ball and slowly rose into the air, passed through the roof, and entered the distant place.
Among the clouds in the sky, there is a huge towering tree, with a golden trunk, jasper-like green leaves, and a crown that covers the sky.
Under the golden tree is a beautiful palace.
All kinds of delicacies are placed on the marble table as far as the eye can see; bright and dazzling flowers and plants are planted in the extremely luxurious garden; priceless gold and silver jewelry are piled in the brightly lit palace.
Ackerman, who was watching all this while flying in the air, finally slowly landed, only to find that there were many people he knew standing not far away.
"You are Tim! The first heroic spirit allowed to enter the sanctuary!" Ackerman recognized this honest and honest middle-aged man at a glance.
The latter scratched his head in embarrassment: "Actually, I just came here."
Ackerman looked at the dreamlike scenery around him and finally saw that familiar face.
"Casper!" Ackerman shouted as he rushed forward.
Casper, who was still confused, looked at Ackerman running not far away, and asked in confusion: "I...where am I?"
Patting Casper on the shoulder, Ackerman laughed and said, "You have become a heroic spirit in the realm of the gods, and you are already an immortal existence!"
"Heroic spirit? Immortal? Me?"
Casper still seemed confused about the situation: "I still remember that I took my last breath in the Junka Fortress. Then my body slowly became lighter, and I kept wandering to familiar places one after another.
I don’t know how long it took, but I was suddenly sucked into this place by a powerful force.”
"You are in the sanctuary of the gods. If I am not mistaken, there should be a golden tree behind us. This is the rumored atrium of Asgard, the former residence of the gods."
Casper looked up and looked around, and found that there were only dozens of war dead like him around him: "There are very few people here..."
"I heard from the shaman assembly that you are the first batch of heroic spirits to enter the sanctuary..." Ackerman touched his chin and guessed: "After Ragnarok, Asgard was destroyed and the golden tree collapsed. This should be
It is the rebuilt divine realm that the Sons of the Gods once mentioned."
"The rebuilt divine realm?" Casper was a little confused: "Then are we the only heroic spirits that exist in this place? Are there still gods here? How big is this place?"
Ackerman shrugged: "Casper, I discovered one thing now. You really like to talk after death. Before, every sentence you spoke to me never exceeded ten words.
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"Nonsense!" Casper looked around and said helplessly: "I really want to go to heaven before I die, but when I get here, I don't know what to do!"
"I can't answer you for this kind of thing, maybe..."
Before Ackerman finished speaking, his body began to lift into the air. He was caught off guard and waved his arms randomly, flying higher and higher.
Casper, who was standing on the ground, looked at Ackerman in mid-air and asked loudly and anxiously: "What's going on?!"
"I guess, as I am not a heroic spirit, I cannot stay in the divine realm. Now I have to return to the original world."
Ackerman, who was floating in the air, waved his hand towards Casper and shouted loudly: "My good brother! I can only send you here! Please wait for me. One day, I will become a heroic spirit to meet you.
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Ackerman's figure gradually disappeared into the air, leaving only his voice echoing in the air.
When Ackerman opened his eyes again, he was back in the dark pilgrimage.
After touching his body and finding that nothing was strange, he looked blankly at the dark roof. After a long time, he softly said: "Wait for me."
Pushing open the heavy stone door, dazzling light filled the entire room again.
Ackerman walked to the door, looked at the thousands of waiting people outside, and shouted: "Death is no longer endless pain, but the starting point of glory! The sons of the gods protect us!"
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