Unlike the red fog before, these blemishes seed like ulcers on the bone, which did not budge under the scouring silver light, and even seed inclined to integrate with it.
"Huh—so this is what Mr. Laine ant in his warning left inside the puppet... Never use it unless you reach the [Legendary] realm, not because it cannot be used, but because for all mortal things, 'Faith' is 'poisonous.'"
The hoarse voice emanated, or rather, it was not a sound produced by the body, but so kind of ntal fluctuation. Ande opened his eyes, looked at the narrow space, a flicker of brutality flashed by, but he quickly suppressed it.
He had already kept himself as far from faith as possible, just like those fears and awe originating from the Bronze Humanity, he had not absorbed them from the beginning but stored them instead.
Even now, they were rely used by Ande to build this tiny illusory space, anchored upon the vast expanse of the Spirit Realm, serving as his temporary domain.
But so things are irreversible. When he was killed without having stepped into the Transcendent domain, so choices beca inevitably unchangeable. After waking from the pain of being killed and the brief revenge, Ande realized a problem—he could not go on like this forever.
The puppet had preserved his soul, but it would not provide him with further nourishnt. Directly absorbing Faith was a path to Death, even with the puppet's assistance, Ande was to advance to [Legendary] before he could touch this power.
Moreover, he could not grow in an alternative way like other life forms of the Spirit Realm because the puppet had saved him as well as trapped him; Ande could not go anywhere before he fully 'contained' what was inside, not even this temporarily constructed space could he leave too far from the puppet.
Faced with such a situation akin to despair, after a period of low spirits, Ande could only start saving himself. Fortunately, existing in this special form of Spiritual Body, with the help of so unique perspectives of the puppet, he gradually discovered a special phenonon.
To living beings, the soul and the body are a dual relationship, mutually dependent, mutually convertible, and also mutually influencing.
They are both parts of [Life], though bifurcated, still maintain so mystical connection between them. The forr can draw strength from the latter, while the latter will be subtly influenced by the forr. This is why the body needs sustenance, yet the soul does not, for the soul, though ethereal, can turn the material flesh into nourishnt that sustains thought and vitality.
Ande did not know, in fact, as early as the previous era, the Lord of Darkness was the first to discover this wondrous connection and even once believed it a way for the Spirit Realm to sow souls and harvest the power of the mortal world. Later, he even gradually infused the power of Darkness into the souls of the silver generation through this connection of [Life] to [Life].
Now, this discovery rely provided Ande with another ray of hope, a thod to still advance to [Legendary] even in his current state as a Spiritual Body and thus contain the puppet. Enjoy exclusive chapters from m-v l'e|-
However, this 'shortcut' of sorts brought with it so lingering trouble.
"Indeed, if there exists such a mysterious connection between the body and the soul, then the soul surely can't be completely without influence on the body... Even though I deliberately chose the least intelligent beasts, their emotions before death still affected ."
Feeling the surge of brutality in his heart from ti to ti, Ande gave a wry smile, yet did not know what to say. His insinuation had the Bronze Immigrants sacrifice using their own death rituals and even had the sacrificers share the emotions of the Sacrifice before death.
While there was an elent of revenge in this, in reality, he was mostly trying to lessen the impact of the Sacrifice's blood on him through this thod.
But however minimal, any influence is still an influence. Without the immortal essence of a Deity and rely at the Fourth Order, for Ande to maintain his sanity while engaging with such a force was already an exceedingly rare feat.
"It won't be long now, and in a bit more ti, I will beco [Legendary]... Then, according to the information left in the puppet, as long as there is enough Faith, I could use it to construct a 'kingdom', becoming a container to carry authority with , and thus ascend into the deeper layers of the Spirit Realm, becoming an eternal deity."
Taking a deep breath, Ande shook his head slightly. He did not know what the future held; for now, he could only choose to close his eyes and ditate.
This was his only thod to combat the influence of emotional turmoil from the blood, and while it was only a relief, it was indeed effective.
"I wonder, though... is Mr. Laine also there?"
No one could answer him. The small space remained devoid of others. For now, Ande could only hope that he could take that step before he completely lost himself to these emotions. In fact, he was already feeling much colder and more ruthless than before.
Yet, even he had not noticed that if he were his original self, perhaps he would have stopped the first ti he discovered the Sacrifice impacted his ntality, considering that being attached to the puppet might not be another form of eternity.
But now, having done it once, he craved the next, holding onto the slim hope that such influence could be avoided.
As for whether it can be avoided or not... only ti will tell.
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