"Hmm... do you have a way to revive the soul?" Leiter glanced at the tuna man. "Since you can revive the dead Timos, it should be no problem to revive others, right?"

The Undead Ancestor's eyes turned slightly, and he said meaningfully: "It seems like you have someone you care about... Do you need me to help you revive? This is easy to do. If your life is coming to an end, I can find a new body for you and let you live again! Although the price is a bit high, as long as you don't stop me from building the soul channel, I can agree to your request."

Lei Te was a little excited in his heart, but he restrained himself and said calmly: "I'm very sorry, I don't have such a request. I'm just curious. If there is a soul that has gone to the underworld, can you bring it back here and then revive it?"

"In this way... although the price is a bit high, it is not impossible to do if we are properly prepared." The Undead Ancestor pondered for a long time and finally said.

"call……"

I secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Although it was still a dark seabed, Rhett looked at the deep pit and seemed to see a ray of light.

Since even souls that have been taken to the underworld can be brought back and resurrected, then in theory Nicole also has hope of being resurrected! The premise is... that the soul still exists.

When Lei Te thought of this, his heart sank, and he suddenly asked: "If the soul has dissipated, do you have the ability to restore it?"

The Undead Ancestor frowned slightly, not knowing why Leiter asked these questions, but still replied: "Then I can't do anything. The process of soul dissipation is irreversible. This is a major iron law of the underworld. If you hand it over to me before it completely dissipates, there is still hope of recovery."

Lei Te was silent after hearing this, and said after a moment: "Thank you for telling me, I will not interfere with this soul channel, but I will watch from the side."

"Um."

The Undead Ancestor could do nothing about this. If possible, he certainly didn't want to be watched by outsiders.

But the initiative of the situation was not in his hands now, so he had no choice but to agree.

As Rhett gave Heisenberg a look, the latter subconsciously threw the silver disc in his hand to Rhett. Rhett held it in both hands, looked at it carefully for a moment, but couldn't make sense of it. Under the nervous gaze of the Undead Ancestor, he threw it away.

"Huh...thank you..."

After the Undead Ancestor took over and checked it, he found no damage or accidents, so he handed the soul to the Tuna Man, Timothy.

At the request, Leiter and Heisenberg retreated two hundred meters and watched from a distance.

The gray mist-faced man floating in the sea was seen whispering with the tuna man, communicating in a unique code for several minutes.

Afterwards, a large number of instruments and parts appeared out of thin air next to the tuna man's heels. It was obvious that he also had space equipment. He placed the parts on the ground one by one, and then urged wisps of black mist out from a golden skull-shaped scepter, which continuously penetrated into each part.

Soon, the alchemical formation on the ground began to take shape, emitting an eerie and strange atmosphere.

Time passes silently.

The light at the bottom of the sea has not changed at all, and it is difficult for ordinary people to perceive the passage of time.

But Rhett estimated that after about a day and a half, the tuna man stopped working, and fell backwards to the ground as if he had collapsed.

The Undead Ancestor merely sent a wisp of pure gray mist to him, and the latter immediately became lively again, pressing the silver disc on the concave place in the void that was glowing with silver light.

Buzz

A high-pitched buzzing sound spread out.

Obviously, the construction of the soul channel has reached the most critical step. Rhett perked up and continued to watch, wanting to observe the subsequent changes.

But since the fluctuation occurred, all the strange phenomena that were bright just now have become much dimmer.

Until the Undead Ancestor threw himself into it, his entire body was shaking in the silver light, and finally he directly dissipated and merged into the light.

A deep and dark cave entrance was looming, as if leading directly to the abyss.

The Undead Ancestor disappeared completely.

The sudden change surprised Rhett a little, but he soon became interested, rushed forward at high speed, and tried to drill into the cave entrance.

But the entrance to the cave was like a phantom, and Rhett passed through it directly and could no longer sense any strange aura.

When he was confused, Rhett suddenly discovered that the aura of the soul channel was rapidly dissipating, and before long, it completely disappeared.

The only thing left on the ground was an alchemical formation made up of silver discs, proving that everything that had just happened was real.

"At present, it seems that this soul channel is harmless to normal people. Perhaps it is because it only targets the soul?" Rhett stepped on the silver disk with his foot. It was hard and smooth, like stepping on a piece of solid ice.

He waved his hand, and Heisenberg came over and said hesitantly, "Do you... have anything else to say?"

Lei Te touched his chin and thought, "You are the one who participated in the construction of the silver disc. Is there any way to crack this soul channel? For example... if we dismantle this silver disc, can we crack it?"

Heisenberg was stunned when he heard this, and the corners of his mouth twitched. He thought to himself that the passage had just been built, why were they thinking of tearing it down?

Wouldn't it be better to just reject it? But no matter what, it was none of his business. He shook his head and replied, "It's useless. This formation only serves as an initial positioning function. After the entire channel is built, it will not rely on reality. At least it is not a substance that can be observed by the naked eye..."

Leiter frowned. Is there such a thing? Manuko had said that there should be a way to crack it. I wonder how...

He turned to look at the Tuna Man, "Timothy, what about you? Can you think of a solution?"

Timothy smiled bitterly and shook his head, "You are really making things difficult for me. How can I ruin the plan of the ancestor..."

"What you mean is that you know it?" Rhett's eyes lit up and he spoke faster.

He was anxious to learn how to destroy the soul channel, not for the sake of destruction, but because he wanted to gain control of a bargaining chip that was heavy enough.

He thought that when he returned to reality, as long as he could find a way to meet the Undead Ancestor, he could force him to resurrect Nicole at the cost of destroying the soul channel...

Of course, he couldn't guarantee that the plan would succeed.

But as long as there is a glimmer of hope, he will try his best!

Timothy waved his hands quickly, "How can I know all this? How could the ancestor tell me his shortcomings? Just let me go..."

Listening to the other party's plea for mercy, Rhett didn't think it was fake. Indeed, how could a servant know the method to destroy the lifeline?

Unless the Undead Ancestor has a problem with his brain, he would not leak such important secrets.

After all, it was once the number one holy land on the continent, but it had fallen to such a state. The twists and turns made him feel emotional and curious.

Lei Te looked around and said casually: "Did the Undead Ancestor just leave like this? Leaving you here alone? Aren't you afraid that we will kill you?"

"This... I didn't expect that the last step of the soul channel would require the ancestor to sacrifice his own clone. As for my safety, there is nothing to worry about. If I die, I will use the special methods left by the ancestor to return to the underworld through the soul channel..." Timothy thought for a while and responded.

"I see... I didn't consider the existence of the soul channel..." Rhett slapped his forehead, feeling a little troubled. Doesn't this mean that once the soul channel is built, if he encounters an enemy in the future and simply kills him, wouldn't the enemy's soul already run to the underworld?

Although he had heard that the soul channel had an upper limit, Rhett believed that it was only for normal souls. There must be special measures to deal with the opponent's subordinates.

The matter of the soul channel can only be put on hold for the time being.

Leiter looked at the unique scales on Timos' body and said thoughtfully, "Did the Undead Ancestor have other plans for transforming you into a fishman?"

"Um...it should be for the soul channel plan..." Timothy said a little embarrassedly.

Lei Te pursed his lips and was speechless. He was asking a question for no reason...

Suddenly, as if remembering something, he asked hurriedly, "How long have you survived among the fishmen?"

"Well, about ten years ago. I was resurrected by my ancestor ten years ago. Before that, I always thought I was dead..." Timothy replied.

"Then how much do you know about murlocs? Do you know a kind of black shell that has the ability to devour the corpses of living creatures?" Rhett's face turned serious.

Timos's eyes flashed with confusion. "Black shell? Never heard of it... I only know of a colorful shell, which is rumored to be the supreme creature of the fishman clan."

Lei Te was shocked and stepped forward to put his hands on Timothy's slippery shoulders. "I remembered it wrongly. It's the colorful shell. What is its function?"

Timothy shook his head. "With my status, even if I meet the Merman King, I can't touch things of this level. I don't even know what the shell is used for. Not only me, I'm afraid no one except the Merman King knows the shell's function."

Lei Te narrowed his eyes slightly, "Then... have you seen the Fish King? What does it look like?"

"Just him? How could he be qualified to meet the King of the Merman? He is a mysterious and powerful existence in the whole world. Even the Holy Land may not be able to see him. How can a small tuna man like him get to know him..."

Heisenberg said this with disdain, and when he looked at Timothy, there was a hint of complexity in his eyes.

Timothy was not affected by Heisenberg's attitude and said calmly: "I have really seen him. Not only have I seen him, but he is also highly regarded by the Fish King..."

"You..." Heisenberg seemed to be choked for a moment, staring at Timothy, unable to speak, and finally snorted coldly, "Who knows if you are cheating..."

Leiter ignored Heisenberg's ridicule, with a hint of curiosity in his eyes, "Do you really know the Fish King?"

"It's absolutely true. The other party appreciates my alchemical talent. I am the most promising alchemist among the murlocs. There are only a few people like me among all the murlocs." When saying this, Timothy's tone couldn't help but carry a hint of pride.

"Huh, that's nothing great. It asked me for help with alchemy before, but I still didn't agree. You traitor to humanity!" Heisenberg glanced at Timothy with disdain.

After these words were spoken, Timothy's expression finally changed.

There was a trace of unwillingness on his face. He gritted his teeth and seemed to think of his situation again, and smiled bitterly.

"Oh, I suddenly remembered something. I've wasted a lot of time on this outing. It's time to go back." Timothy said listlessly, then turned around dejectedly and swam away without looking back.

Heisenberg stared at the golden light until it turned into a small dot and disappeared, then he looked away.

Leiter thought about what he just said and looked at Heisenberg, "You said... the Fish King once came to you? Asked you to refine something?"

"About seven years ago, the Merman King approached me privately, but I ruthlessly rejected him." Heisenberg nodded.

"Did it ever ask you to refine something?" Rhett frowned and asked.

"I'm not sure about that. It said that it would not leak any information until I agreed to it. When I heard it say that, I didn't feel any sincerity at all, and I was too lazy to agree to its request." Heisenberg recalled the scene at that time and said slowly.

Rhett narrowed his eyes slightly, recalling the golden coffin he found in the deep sea in the Far East.

At the beginning, he even wondered whether it was Heisenberg who helped to refine it.

But now it seems that the probability of the two sides becoming enemies due to Heisenberg's actions has been greatly reduced.

Combined with the news that alchemists are rarely born among the murlocs, the answer is obvious - Timothy!

"It turns out that the golden coffin was made with the help of Timothy. Who is the person sealed inside it?" A hint of exploration flashed in Rhett's eyes. Since the other party approached Heisenberg seven years ago, it means that this demand has existed for a long time.

At present, the other party is waiting for Timos to be called the Holy Domain, so that he will be qualified to help him refine the golden coffin...

The clues in my mind connected to each other, and the whole context became much clearer.

Rhett suddenly realized something and looked at Heisenberg again. After thinking for a while, he drew a very non-standard alchemical pattern on the ground.

"Do you know the function of these alchemical patterns?"

While talking, Leiter had been paying attention to Heisenberg's expression. Seeing that he was shocked, Leiter looked at Leiter in disbelief, "Refinement and Finance Integration? You also know about Refinement and Finance Integration?"

"Are you also an alchemist?" Heisenberg looked extremely shocked and looked down at the alchemical patterns on the ground. "No, with such a crude technique, you can't even draw the alchemical patterns properly..."

After mumbling to himself for a while, Heisenberg said solemnly: "Where did you get this alchemical pattern?"

"It was obtained from a collapsed ruin. I only remember the general idea. Can you recognize the function of this pattern?" Rhett said naturally.

Heisenberg at this time was a world apart from what he was a hundred years ago, and his research on alchemy had reached its peak.

Naturally, I was skeptical about what Rhett said. Could it be that there was anyone in history who had taken the lead in going so far?

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