Chapter 467
Other than Duran who was secretly excited, someone in a basement in this border city was also extremely excited.
"Hahaha, as long as I can find it, I can complete this ritual!" A young man wearing old noble clothing, but it was clear that he had taken care of it.
During the Flame Era, his ancestor was the brother of a certain Ghostman in Reystromia's Ghostman army. After becoming a Ghostman, he lost the ability to reproduce, so he told his brother's family all of his secrets.
One of them was the Ghostman ritual.
"Drink the Impure Origin, pierce the heart with a ceremonial blade, and become a half-dead, half-alive person. Then implant a secondary soul, and you can directly become a Ghostman that is equivalent to a Grandmaster of Combat who has comprehended the Fighting Heart. Not only will you obtain supernatural abilities, but you will also obtain an immortal body."
"But with the departure of the Lord, the Impure Source has gradually disappeared. Only Crow Demons or Crows of Death can be hunted and inferior products can be extracted from them. Also, without the help of the Lord, the risk of obtaining and implanting a secondary soul is getting higher and higher, and it comes with side effects."
"Even so, this incomplete ritual still made the Ghost Knight famous." The young man untied the leather scabbard on his waist and took out a curved sword with golden luster.
As if it sensed something, the curved sword vibrated slightly, and it was this vibration that allowed the young man to find the hidden compartment in the old wooden furniture of his family.
"There is also the Fountain of Life. According to the ancestor's records, a Zombie named Jason used the Fountain of Life to replace the Impure Source and killed the Ghostman's deputy captain, Cadiz."
"In the absence of a perfect Impure Source, the Fountain of Life is the perfect substitute." The young man looked at the Ritual Blade in his hand and remembered the state of his family. He made up his mind to revive his family no matter what.
As for the location of the Fountain of Life, he accidentally learned about it when he went to a noble family in the city to sell his family's assets. Coupled with the lost Ritual Blade, the young man's ambition had been completely awakened.
"I, Katob Yugus, will definitely make the Yugus family prosper again." The young man secretly made up his mind. Then, he heard the sound of the basement door opening, and the voice of a boy who was only seven or eight years old rang out, "Brother, are you in there?"
"Lamy, I'm here. I'll be right there." Katob quickly hid the Ceremonial Blade and climbed up the stairs. He looked back at the wrapped Ceremonial Blade. Although this thing could bring great power, it was left behind by that existence. One must know that this existence had another title, the Ominous God.
Anyone who had anything to do with him would eventually fall into an ominous abyss, the Crowmen bloodline holders, the Draconians bloodline holders, and even the inheritors of the Ghostmen ritual.
Compared to the Ghost Knight's great reputation, his miserable life was also extremely famous.
In the carriage, Negri seemed to have noticed everything and revealed an interesting smile.
He didn't use the curved surface of information of the world to immediately observe the future of these two people. Because now that Negary had completed his Pathway, if he recklessly observed the future of these two mortals, his vision that could pierce through the world would most likely increase the possibility of their futures.
Because of this, he would not casually observe the future until he found a better way to observe it. Of course, with the current information he had, Negri also had a rough idea of what would happen in the future.
"Lanshan, let's stay in this city for a while" Negri said. Lanshan naturally followed his advice.
The roads in Royas weren't bad, so Negri got off the carriage and walked on the road with Lanshan. He hadn't walked like this for a long time, so he felt a bit more emotional now.
"Lanshan, do you know why there are humans in most of the worlds in the multiverse?" Negri's eyes kept looking at his surroundings. The birth and formation of a thing, how it became what it is now, all sorts of traces flowed into Negri's eyes.
Even a speck of dust had its own history and past. Perhaps it had experienced glory, or perhaps it was unknown, but there was too much information for people to know.
"I'm not too sure about that, but it's probably something common in this world" Lanshan had also considered this question before, but couldn't come up with an answer: "Could it be that there's another Law called 'humans'?"
"No, there isn't, but of course there is if you insist on saying it" Negri smiled: "Humans haven't formed a complete Truth, they are nothing more than the fragments of reality brought about by the String of Truth"
"Fragments?"
"That's right, just like this speck of dust, the most common thing in a house isn't a person, but a house full of dust. Humans are the dust of the multiverse"
"A Sand World is equivalent to an abandoned box on the street, so it's natural for there to be a lot of dust inside, while a higher-level world is equivalent to a city, although there's more dust, they're never the ones in charge"
"There are big and small dust particles, but in the end, they're still dust particles, which is why humans are the same. The people of each world are more or less different, but they're essentially dust particles"
"This is the nature of humans. A Sand World is too small to fit a normal 'person', even if they force their way in, they'd still be restrained, which is why this species called 'humans' were able to spread throughout the Sand World" Negri looked at the various humans on the street and stated this cruel truth.
Negri was currently in a restrained state, the flow of time in the Sand World didn't affect him at all, so he had to carefully restrain his power in order to maintain his normal state. This was also the reason why he didn't try to observe the future, because the future of the Sand World couldn't withstand his interference. Even slightly increasing the possibility of a certain future was the result of Negri's extraordinary control.
"However, even if it's just a speck of dust, it has its own possibility." Negri's gaze fell onto a speck of dust, reached his hand out to catch it, and chuckled: "526 years ago, it was once a part of the Royas Empire's crown, and now that it's in my hands, this is the glory of dust!"
"That's true, it is also the Crow Feather's glory to meet Sir Negri" the Crow Feather on his shoulder agreed.
Negri stroked the black crow's head, let go of the dust between his fingers, and continued to lead everyone forward. When he saw a decent place, he lightly drew a line with his finger and opened up a secondary dimension. This place was like a clone of the Modern World, except that the humans here were statues that would forever stand in a certain place until the person in the Modern World died.
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