Capítulo 1105: D442.VS.Y.TS_3
The concept of the world, the concept of ti and space, all seem blurred, as if everything has already happened, yet also not happened.
Only the girl accompanied by thousands of fairies dances with a sword, as if she passed through eternity in an instant.
The dance concluded.
The elves stopped moving, transforming into specks of elental fluorescence, floating in the air, decorating the entire arena like a dream.
Just as people were still imrsed in the lingering echoes unable to extricate themselves…
Unconsciously, more light appeared.
[The Hero activates the skill: On Light]
[Second Stage—The Path of Reincarnation, Proof of the Hero (Rehearsal D1)]
2D1000=(931 784)
[The Hero initiates Transformation: Phoenix (D Constitution, Resonance Boost D1, On Light Supplent)]
3D1013 D205=(978 812 1001) (187)
[Double Critical Success]
[Difference is 0, receiving all rewards]
[The Reincarnation Realm has engraved the Hero’s journey]
The audience, finally regaining their senses, stood up fervently, ready to applaud and cheer.
But before they could act, more humanoids of light appeared around them.
The Reincarnation Realm is the destination and starting point for the souls of all living beings in the Material Realm.
There, the mories and experiences carried by souls will peel off like dust, leaving only the purest spiritual elent, which drifts back to the Material Realm along the Long River of Souls, and then the spiritual elent inhabits life again to reconstruct the soul.
Thus, it is reincarnation and rebirth.
Soul is a tangible and substantial thing, though difficult to observe and cannot be touched, it indeed exists.
Then, how about mory?
It’s like words written on a piece of paper, with different combinations carrying different information…
But can these words themselves exist independently?
They are nothing more than marks of ink or carbon, and their aning depends on the reader’s understanding.
Words, information, or human mory itself, the things that truly represent their aning, their traces of existence, do they genuinely exist, or once they lose their carrier, do they transform into nothingness?
This ancient unsolved proposition now finds an answer.
The traces of having loved, hated, and lived still exist, existing sowhere not in this world, at the bottom of the Abyss of Reincarnation.
Looking at the silhouettes erging beside them, at this mont, even the form of the Saintess was ignored, and exclamations erupted one after another.
“Mom?”
“Grandpa…”
“Child!”
Though those light and shadow forms had only vague outlines, without features or voices, the familiarity engraved in the depth of souls made family and friends instantly recognize each other.
The souls that had dissipated, their scattered fragnts of mory, the traces of their existence were drawn out at this mont by the grand ritual and the strong emotional resonance of the audience from the depths of the Six Paths of Reincarnation.
The fairies circled around the audience, conveying information mysteriously, bringing them back from astonishnt, turning their heads back to the center of the stage.
There, beside the Hero, more silhouettes erged.
A figure with long pink-purple hair swaying, a bald muscular figure, a figure holding a long blade, a figure wearing a shabby holy robe…
The Hero glanced around with a warm smile yet did not see that sky-blue figure.
The Hero’s expression slightly stunned, then as if sensing sothing, looking up towards a corner of the audience.
There sat a young man with a bewildered expression. Beside him, there was no one.
Feeling the Hero’s gaze, the young man, not seen for a long ti, seed to understand sothing too, standing up sowhat surprised.
The Hero gave him a slight smile, showing a consoling expression, and then lowered her head relieved yet firm.
If the Reincarnation Realm sedints the traces of almost all souls, then what kind of person can be recognized by these souls?
Countless species have vastly different concepts, the sa action may be etiquette to one, yet an insult to another.
Not all understandings between different species exist; so even have unforgivable hatred.
Yet despite this, as living beings, there are so things that, without language or communication, resonate with each other.
To live, and to resist.
Having wandered between life and death countless tis, being toyed with by destiny over and over, yet standing up again and again, throwing punches.
Even if languages are different, concepts are opposed… as long as one is human, the preciousness of this radiance can be understood.
—The so-called Hero is the one recognized by the Six Paths of Reincarnation.
Then, the Hero began to dance again.
Golden-red Fire Wings unfolded behind her, sparking brilliant sparks with her every punch and kick.
The elves throbbed, resonating, singing a grand lody seemingly from ancient tis and yet extending into the future.
The silhouettes in the audience quietly watched alongside their family mbers.
anwhile, the figures around the Hero, following her movents, began to move too. Starting to perform a consummate martial display.
More silhouettes erged in the arena, joining in. So the Hero had t before, but most were strangers, unknown.
Then, more and more shadows erged in the arena.
Ten, a hundred, a thousand…
They were not all humans; their silhouettes revealed, including beastn, demons…
Even many dressed in dragon robes figures, be they male or female, old or young.
In the VIP seats, the Dragon Emperor abruptly stood up, directly watching the scene.
Then he stepped onto the void. Amidst the surrounding people’s astonished eyes, he too started dancing.
Prompted by the Dragon Emperor’s movent, many in the arena stood up too, joining the dance.
In the whole venue, regardless of species or status, in this earth-shattering martial performance, they seemingly lded into one entity.
In reincarnation, countless Heroes forged a path through trials and obstacles, offering applause for the girl’s journey.
Until the sun completely sunk beneath the horizon, and the radiance in the arena dimd again, this soul-stirring song and dance finally ceased.
Nurous projections from the Reincarnation Realm applauded, and reminded by their actions, the audience, reminiscent as if from another lifeti, presented enthusiastic cheers and applause.
The applause, like tidal waves, lingered endlessly.
Until people cald from their hoarse cheers, and the imprints gradually faded, waving farewell to their loved ones, bidding adieu to the girl.
All beca still.
Only a beam of starlight-like cold light penetrated the darkness, vertically descending from the transparent sky curtain, landing on the stage center upon the lightly panting girl.
Silence persisted for tens of seconds.
Until everyone’s breathing slowly steadied, until the profound impact settled in their heart, the Hero then slowly raised her head.
Sweat trickled down the girl’s cheek as she lifted a bright smiling face and slightly parted her lips. Her voice not loud, yet clearly echoed in every ear:
“Hello everyone.
“I am Vestie Tees.
“Nice to et you, and long ti no see.”
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[Third Stage—Dawn and Star Resonance, Netherworld Rebirth]
D900=864
[Netherworld Critical Success 30]
[Accept/Resist]
D2=2
[Hero initiates Transformation: Canghai Lovers]
Strength: 198 | Agility: 289 | Constitution: 315 | Intelligence: 498 | Perception: 303 | Charm: 382
[Hero activates skill: Unpaid Love – Sacrifice (Forced Healing without baseline, Great Resonance D3, On Light D2)]
D594 D945 D410=(561 812 367)=1740
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