"Since it's a promise made by a Godslayer, then I am willing to believe."
The remnant soul of the Flaming King of Giants looked deeply at the calm-faced Shiayar. Follow current novels on novèlfire
The next mont, the crazed black flas gradually receded, converged, faded, and eventually dissolved into nothingness.
And in the place where the black flas had been, a phantom rift slowly appeared.
It was a contingency left by the Flaming King of Giants within his own skull. This backdoor provided a direct channel to the Power of Faith stored by the Lord of Ashes, bypassing His vigilance and allowing the Sacred Relic's power to be turned for personal use.
And at this mont, He had opened this rift—this backdoor—for soone else. The cost was the dissipation of the last wisp of the King of Giants' remnant soul within the skull.
This wasn't because the malevolent spirit of the King of Giants particularly trusted Shiayar's character. The title of Godslayer was rely a badge honoring the grand feat of god-slaying; it had nothing to do with integrity. Even among Fabled Creatures, and indeed True Gods, oathbreakers and betrayers were common—otherwise, there would be no gods of deception.
It was simply because this was the only choice left to the King of Giants.
His remnant soul had been worn down over thousands of years and was nearing dissolution. If Shiayar hadn't taken the initiative to contact the skull and awaken Him, His soul might have completely faded into the void within a few hundred more years.
As for His enemy, the Lord of Ashes, He grew ever stronger with the expansion of His followers and the accumulation of Power of Faith. The gap between them thus widened further still.
In truth, the King of Giants' remnant soul knew all too well that his so-called revenge had been nothing more than a faint, intangible obsession from the very start.
Now that seizing a physical body was hopeless, it seed more sensible to grant this advantage to the Godslayer before Him.
After all, being a Godslayer destined Shiayar to be an enemy of the Lord of Ashes. And even without considering whether Shiayar could truly reenact the grand feat of god-slaying, the King of Giants undeniably despised the Lord of Ashes more.
Allowing the faith His followers had accumulated on the Western Continent for over a thousand years to go to waste, thereby vexing His enemy, was, after all, a satisfying outco.
Shiayar raised an eyebrow as the King of Giants' remnant soul dispersed. Quite perceptive.
The skull, after all, had been altered by the Lord of Ashes to hold the Power of Faith—a Sacred Relic and vessel.
Had it not been for the help of the King of Giants—whose skull had been so flagrantly cuckolded—Shiayar would have found it quite difficult to tamper with the skull unnoticed by the Lord of Ashes' true self.
Shiayar stroked the little white ferret on his shoulder.
"The skull itself is no longer dangerous; you can start absorbing the power of the black flas now."
Silver shook her fluffy tail, and her ruby-like eyes opened.
Three blood-colored magatama erged quietly from Silver's eyes and began to slowly rotate.
Above the grim, white skull, strands of dark, ownerless black flas erged, drawn out by Silver. They were then absorbed by the three magatama in the little white ferret's eyes, fueling its Amaterasu spark.
Shiayar's thoughts shifted. His consciousness followed the phantom rift left by the King of Giants' remnant soul, passing through his ocean of consciousness and entering the world inside the rift.
Within the rift lay a pitch-black world.
A dim and profound wisp of fla beca the center of this World of Faiths.
Modified by the Lord of Ashes, the King of Giants' skull served as His supre Sacred Relic in the Main Material Plane. It harbored a wisp of His true Divinity as well as a Divine Kingdom Fragnt.
And that wisp of dim fla was the sliver of divine consciousness the Lord of Ashes had left within this Sacred Relic.
Over the years, the Ashes Cult zealously road through cities and towns, capturing offerings.
Then, selecting pure, high-value souls, they perford a fire sacrifice to the Lord of Ashes—
And the souls of those sacrificed by fire would end up in this Sacred Relic of the Ashes Cult.
Or more precisely, within the fragnt of the Ashen Divine Kingdom encased in this skull relic.
As Shiayar's Spiritual Entity entered the Divine Kingdom, the wisp of the Lord of Ashes' Divinity also suddenly surged with excitent.
In the perception of this wisp of Divinity, the newly arrived astral spirit body was naturally regarded as another sacrificial offering, freshly captured by His followers.
The black flas danced, then dispersed, ready to swallow Shiayar's astral spirit body and transform it into a mber of the Ashen Divine Kingdom.
However, the next mont, the wisp of black fla suddenly paused, confused.
The ntal projection of a lifeform in the Astral Realm is known as an astral spirit body. The strength of an astral spirit body varies depending on the Soul's strength and the lifeform's essential nature. Normally, however, an astral spirit body is more akin to a subconscious manifestation of Life and cannot be controlled subjectively. Only Legendary powerful pros who have condensed their own ocean of consciousness can control their astral spirit bodies to so extent; this is why such Legends can traverse the Astral Realm.
But at this mont—before the wisp of the Lord of Ashes' divine consciousness could even begin its usual process of eroding and transforming the Soul of the fire-sacrificed victim—it found that the golden figure Shiayar's astral spirit body had beco was already eagerly charging towards it.
Truly a mutual rush.
Sothing is amiss.
Even though the divine consciousness housed within the skull was incomplete and incapable of thought like a normal sentient being, it still subconsciously sensed that sothing was wrong.
However, before the divine consciousness could react, Shiayar's golden astral spirit body had already plunged headfirst into the black flas.
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