Chapter 132: Chapter 132: The Ghost Who Knows Holy Light
Sandora was undoubtedly well-versed in knowledge; her database contained the most advanced and comprehensive scientific knowledge in the entire universe. However, she now faced a problem that was difficult to deal with—because the other party was a ghost that science struggled to explain.
Although Sandora also had so knowledge of mysticism, she was primarily a Xyrin Apostle with ultimate technology as her template. The mystical knowledge she possessed was too one-sided and of little use. Pandora’s mind was filled with nothing but war and machinery. The information that Gaia forcibly stuffed into my mory was pitifully scant—according to Sandora, I had beco the Xyrin Emperor with nothing more than an elentary school diploma…
It was at this ti that Alaya proposed the only feasible solution:
To completely alter Anwina’s nature.
No one expected that Alaya would solve this problem. Okay, I knew she was a special Xyrin Apostle based on mysticism and unknown forces, but her naturally dumb, clumsy, and incredibly slow deanor made forget that…
Alaya put forward a very complex theory, the feasibility of separating a spiritual being’s consciousness from its energy. At first glance, this seed impossible because even I knew that ghosts are intangible energy life forms; their energy, without any physical form, constitutes their entire being. Their thoughts are fully integrated with their bodies, unlike humans who have tangible bodies and intangible souls. Therefore, human consciousness can leave the body under guidance, but ghosts cannot—it’s like trying to precisely separate a specific half of the water molecules in a glass of water.
...
Of course, if you’re idle enough and insist on mobilizing over a hundred scientists to accomplish this task under an electron microscope… forgive my limited knowledge; I cannot think of a more maddening example.
But Alaya claid she had a way.
She recited to a magic formula that was over one thousand three hundred and seventy characters long, severely trampling on my fragile self-esteem—damn it, was I not even comparable to a natural idiot?!
When I got back, I had to cram on the basics of Xyrin technology no matter what. If it ca to it, I’d just let Gaia brainwash once more…
The only consolation was that both Qianqian and Lin Xue also had puzzled expressions when Alaya recited that lengthy magic formula, which salvaged so of my pride—at least I wouldn’t have to endure Lin Xue’s contempt, even though I felt no intellectual superiority.
With Alaya’s explanation, we roughly understood the process. Since Anwina was already in a spiritual state, we couldn’t use the thod of separating spirit from flesh to strip away her consciousness. Instead, Alaya needed to split her soul in two, compressing her consciousness into one half of the soul, which would be known as the carrier. The other half of the soul would beco blank—a free spirit, unbound by obsession. Alaya would then craft a new body for Anwina, with the core of this body being that half of the blank soul.
Thus, a new body, not subject to the bondage of obsession, was created. What remained was to transfer Anwina’s consciousness into this new body. Under normal circumstances, this process would be extrely difficult, as Anwina had not been an Undead Mage or a spiritualist in life; her soul was delicate, and the rejection by the new body would severely harm her. However, since the new body used half of her soul as the core, the rejection reaction could be ignored.
After the consciousness transfer was complete, it was ti for the final steps. Anwina was reborn anew, and the half of the soul that served as the carrier would, having lost its mind and being bound by obsession, gradually go berserk. We needed to purify her with Holy Light before she went completely mad—this was the nicer way to put it. In reality, we would be—executing her.
But at that point, the other party was just a dispersion of energy, with all of Anwina’s consciousness having been safely transferred. For such an execution, we needn’t have any psychological burden.
The whole process sounded incredibly complex and full of danger, especially the part about splitting Anwina’s soul in two, which made extrely anxious. The Ghost Maid, who was directly involved, was so scared that she shook her head wildly, her form flickering like the shutter of a cara, igniting Little Baobao’s imnse curiosity once again…
With a mixed feeling of amusent and frustration, I pulled Little Baobao back. The little one protested reluctantly in my arms, but her opinions were always ant to be ignored—because even if we paid attention, we wouldn’t understand…
I turned my exploratory gaze to Alaya, who responded with a silly, happy smile, radiating Holy Light that nearly blinded .
No matter how I looked at it, she seed elated as if she had found a fun new toy—could it be my imagination?
“The experint will be successful!” At that mont, Lin Xue suddenly spoke up, her tone lea
“`
Actually, I also wanted to say that if the experint failed, Lin Xue should just commit suicide to apologize to the world, but considering the occasion, I only repeated this sentence twenty tis in my heart and never said it out loud…
Finally, Anwina nodded, signaling her agreent.
I can finally begin to play… ahem, I an, begin the life-saving and healing. Alaya imdiately set to work on the ritual with great enthusiasm. First, she used bright light to inscribe a complex array in this small room, a feat that astounded for quite so ti.
How did she turn light into such clear, sharp, and incredibly complex lines? This stuff is high-tech!
As per Alaya’s request, Anwina nervously stood atop the pentagonal array on the ground, which had a radius of more than three ters and emitted a bright glow. Imdiately, countless beams of pure white light converged from all directions, gradually forming an oval light cocoon that enveloped Anwina.
According to Alaya, this process would last a short while, during which she would begin creating a new body.
For an Xyrin Apostle, constructing a relatively simple puppet body is not difficult, but Anwina’s case was special. She was a ghost, not a data collection, and creating a body capable of housing a ghost requires a special material—Alaya’s feathers.
The feathers of an angel possess inconceivable power. Although Alaya was not a Divine Angel born in the Divine Realm, her body structure and form of power were exactly the sa as a real angel’s. The feathers from her body also held magical abilities. That wondrous material, ford entirely from divine energy, could eternally release protective power to the outside world. Using it to make a body ant that any form of soul could safely reside within it—thinking about it, Little Baobao’s behavior of secretly plucking a few feathers from the “glittering big sister” while Alaya slept a few days ago was a terribly wasteful act…
After much hesitation, Alaya still couldn’t bear to pluck her own feathers, so she finally turned her face away and extended a huge wing in front of , aning: I’m afraid it’ll hurt, you do the plucking…
I shook my head, torn between laughter and tears, just about to reach out when Little Baobao in my arms had already snatched a big handful of shiny feathers at the speed of lightning, then proudly held them up in front of …
In the end, the entire ritual was completed amidst Alaya’s aggrieved expression…
We actually couldn’t see most of the ritual process; to prevent external energy from disturbing it, Alaya used a light cocoon to cover the entire array. So what we ended up seeing was just the sight of Anwina, reborn, erging from the light cocoon.
As for that vessel, the mont it lost Alaya’s deliberate protection, it was cleansed by the holy light that perated the room, and I didn’t even catch a clear glimpse of what the out-of-control ghost looked like…
It was miraculous…
We could clearly feel that Anwina had undergone imnse changes; her body no longer had that semi-transparent frailty, and the pale ghostly glow that she emitted had beco a milky white holy light with a hint of sacredness. A ghost naturally possessing holy light power—that was truly wonderful.
Anwina sensed the changes in herself too. She first looked at her nearly solidified limbs in surprise, then raised her hand, and a small ball of pure white light danced over it. Although it seed to do nothing more than soothe and awaken the spirit, it was indeed genuine divine energy—the power only high and noble Holy Knights possessed.
“You can rejoice quietly,” Lin Xue patted Anwina’s shoulder and said, “Your body was made from Alaya’s own feathers, a standard product from Heaven, quality assured!”
The sudden return of the sense of touch initially startled Anwina, and then the news Lin Xue told her left her frozen in place like she was struck by lightning.
In the next second, the ghost suddenly knelt in front of Alaya, sobbing and incoherently expressing her gratitude.
To her, a noble angel willing to save a trivial dead soul from loneliness and graciously craft a body out of valuable feathers was the ultimate act of rcy and grace. Anwina, who had been just a lowly maid in life and nothing more than a low-level lonely soul in death, was now completely overwheld by imnse joy and emotion—the biggest giveaway was that, in my ears, her stuttering speech seed even harder to understand than Little Baobao’s baby talk…
With a gentle smile, Alaya bent down to help Anwina up, then pointed at and said, “You should thank my Monarch because I only follow the will of my Monarch.”
And so, I beca the next target for a saturating barrage of ghostly slobber…
“`
Reviews
All reviews (0)