Whether to stay in the Doomsday Era, for , is perhaps still too early to make a decision. I still don’t know much about the truth of the Doomsday Era, I haven’t found Little Bowl, and many questions remain unanswered.
It might even be that the Doomsday Era I am in is not truly the future, but rather, as I once speculated, this could actually be the post-mortem world, where I accidentally passed through the Naraku Gate, which Ming Zhuo had tried to break through countless tis to no avail.
At present, it is best for to focus on the mission I have given myself, which is to reunite with Little Bowl first. After all, whether to go or stay, I ultimately cannot leave Little Bowl to wander alone in the Doomsday Era.
For this, I must first regain the Power of Word Spirit, so that I can successfully inquire with the wandering soul on the second floor.
I arrived at the large round table on the first floor of the safehouse, pulled up a chair, and sat down, gazing at the flickering white light of blessing. The cartographer previously ntioned that a large blessing can calm the chaotic phenona of the surrounding ti and space, so might not this smaller blessing possess the sa chanism, just too weak to manifest it?
From the light of the blessing, I can sense a pure natural rhythm, in other words, an orderliness similar to the modern world. The failure of the Power of Word Spirit is due to the chaos of the ti and space environnt. If there is a way to strengthen this blessing, perhaps it could create an environnt where the Power of Word Spirit could be used.
I tried to touch this blessing with my mind.
From the first mont I saw the blessing, I had the idea to try this, because the blessing, resembling a fla of light, falls within the scope of my superpowers, whether it be fire or light. Previously, I refrained from acting on this idea to avoid unforeseen incidents during my journey. Now that conditions are right, it was ti to test it out.
Upon a slight touch, I quickly ca to two conclusions based on the feedback I received.
First, my superpower cannot affect this blessing. Although it is currently unanalysable what this blessing really is, it only resembles fire and light visually, when it is actually another kind of mysterious substance that is fundantally indescribable.
It’s not that I can manipulate anything that looks like fire or light. It’s just like drawing a fire on a computer using graphic software, I cannot manipulate the fire in the image—for that matter, perhaps I’ve never tried, maybe I could manipulate drawn flas? Anyway, it’s sufficient to grasp the concept.
Second, I detected that the extrely small area surrounding the blessing, approximately a few centiters radiating from the center, is relatively more stable. Without carefully reaching out with my mind, it’s hard to notice.
Aside from this, although it doesn’t concern the blessing itself, it is pertinent to ntion as it relates to personally.
It seems my soul has undergone slight pathological changes.
As the saying goes, "like entering a room of fish, one doesn’t notice the sll after a while," when people stay in a place filled with strong odor, they gradually ignore the sll. Typically, it is difficult for people to detect their own odor or bad breath for similar reasons. I have stayed in the Doomsday Era for a slightly long ti, and unconsciously got affected by so chaotic changes.
I noticed my soul’s surface seed twisted like it was moldy. This is only a taphor, as the soul is not a material, and it is challenging to describe it to those who cannot perceive souls, much like describing colors to soone born blind. If my soul were a pastry, this pastry now has frayed edges.
Perhaps it is the distortion I absorbed while analyzing and adapting to the chaotic ti-space, for those who stare into the abyss will find it staring back into them.
With a thought, flas burned on my soul, and the "frayed edges" disappeared in an instant. The pathology was only superficial, and such distortion was not enough to truly affect my soul.
Intuition tells that if such pathology invades deeply enough, it would gradually erase my mory, alter my personality, and drive into madness. The altered soul would change the nature of mana, thereby rewriting the nature of my existence, turning into sothing other than myself.
It can almost certainly be said that this is the so-called "infection of frenzy."
Such unnoticed, subtle changes, even Great Success Rank demon hunters, without counterasures at hand, are easily susceptible, ultimately helplessly becoming Sin Demons.
However, for Impermanence, this kind of soul pathology is no more than a minor cold.
Even without this current crisis, I would have detected soul pathology far before it reached a point of no return and resolved the issue in one breath. This is not arrogance or overconfidence; it is the conclusion derived from calm reasoning.
So now, I can’t help but question—can this "natural phenonon" occurring in the Doomsday Era really turn Impermanence into a Great Demon?
Even if unable to deploy Fatian Xiangdi in the Doomsday Era, it should not lead to Impermanence being engulfed by external forces, becoming a muddle-minded Sin Demon like other survivors.
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