“The Death Stone requires the infusion of soul power to be used,” the homeowner said slowly. “Moreover, only the chosen ones of the God of Death can mobilize the divine power of death within it. However, you have no problem with that; the death aura on your body is enough to prove that you are His chosen one.”
"Soul power?"
Phil Gray suddenly remembered that when he made a contract with the scales of fate, it was under Xiao Tian's guidance that he used meditation to let his soul float out of his body and then successfully established a connection with the scales.
"Yes, as a chosen one of the God of Death, you wouldn't be so ignorant as to not even know what soul power is, would you?" The homeowner looked at him with some disdain.
Phil Gray said helplessly, "I really don't know if it's through meditation that the soul leaves the body and then touches the Death Stone?"
The homeowner looked at him suspiciously. "It's not that serious. That's only done when connecting to a sacred object. Although the Death Stone is more powerful than some sacred objects, it is not a sacred object and cannot be exclusive to any one person. So, you only need to inject a little soul power to allow the divine power within to be fed back to your body."
As for the power of the soul, close your eyes. You don't need to let yourself meditate out of your body. Instead, focus on your body. Then you will gradually see two versions of yourself overlapping. That is your body and soul. Then mobilize the power of your soul and inject it into the sacred stone.
Many of our rituals and sacred objects require the power of the soul to activate. With practice, you can draw upon this power at any time. However, soul power differs from divine power; it cannot be replenished quickly and should not be abused.
“Thank you, I’ll give it a try.” Phil Gray closed his eyes and, as the homeowner had said, “saw” two versions of himself. One of them was illusory and transparent, and he gradually sensed the power contained within it. Then he infused a wisp of his soul power into the Death Stone.
The homeowner remained seated in the rocking chair, swaying back and forth as he watched the scene unfold before him.
The blue gem turned black in an instant, and rich divine power was continuously poured into Phil Gray's body through the soul level. He felt that the divine power in his body was more abundant than ever before.
What surprised him even more was that the divine power that entered his body slowly transformed into a state of fusion with his own divine power. In other words, he was not limited to using death-related skills. Instead, he was able to use the skills bestowed by the God of Fate and the Prophet of the Day with the death divine power within!
For some reason, a sense of guilt flashed through his mind. If that fallen quasi-god's chosen one knew that he had used his death power to use the skills of his rival, the Dawn Cult, would he suddenly be so angry that he would be resurrected?
“Not bad, you have great talent. You even succeeded on your first attempt at using soul power.” The homeowner praised, then stood up. “Alright, I’ve already told you how to use the Holy Stone. Now it’s my turn to help you. Please ask that person for me a favor.”
"What's up?"
The homeowner's eyes swept over every corner of the small house. "You can see it too, can't you? I am very attached to the human world. I really want to go back to the human world. Even if it's just for a moment, even if all my relatives and friends are no longer here."
"So you want me to ask him to let you go back to Earth?" Phil Gray asked.
"Yes."
Phil Gray thought for a moment, and a flash of inspiration struck him. He curled his lips into a smile, "Perhaps I don't need him. I can send you to the human world, and I can send you as many times as you want."
"What do you mean?" The homeowner glanced at him sideways, his face full of disbelief.
How could an ordinary living person allow a ghost to go to the human world whenever it wants?
However, since that person gave him the Death Stone, perhaps he does have some extraordinary abilities.
The homeowner's heart clenched.
“I have a skill that allows me to summon a spirit from the Abyss of the Dead, which can stay for a day. If I were in the mortal realm, I could use this skill to summon you, and you could stay there, right? As for how to summon you, I can summon a specific spirit by offering a specific sacrifice. All you need to do is give me an item related to you and accept my sacrifice,” Phil Gray explained. He hadn’t had time to use this skill since acquiring it, so perhaps he could give it a try?
The homeowner frowned. He had considered summoning people to the human world before, but he couldn't contact any of the chosen ones. Even if he summoned them, he had to sign a specific contract. Putting aside the fact that there were countless undead in the Abyss of the Dead, how could he be chosen? Even if he was chosen, he didn't want to acknowledge a chosen one as his master just because he longed to go to the human world.
But now, this living person in front of him, whom he couldn't understand, was actually able to summon specific undead spirits from the abyss.
He suppressed his excitement and asked in a deep voice, "Is what you said true? If I accept your summons, am I obligated to obey your commands and be controlled by you?"
Phil Gray shook his head. "No, my skills will only make you feel friendly towards me, they can't control you."
As for how friendly it might feel, he hadn't tried it and naturally couldn't guarantee it.
The homeowner's eyes kept shifting. He thought for a long time, then floated to the cabinet and took out a bone ring from the top shelf.
“This was left behind by one of my friends. I want to see you use the skill you mentioned to summon my friend.” The homeowner stared intently at Phil Gray.
Summon his friend?
Before he could figure out what was going on, the homeowner continued, "His level is about the same as mine. Summoning him might require a lot of divine power, but luckily you have the Death Stone, which can replenish it continuously. Why don't you give it a try?" The homeowner handed over the bone ring.
“Okay.” Phil Gray took the ring. “But I’m not sure if he’ll accept my summons.”
Furthermore, if his friend has already died, he shouldn't be able to summon him, right?
However, Phil Gray didn't say the rest, as that would seem impolite.
"Don't worry, he's curious about everything. If someone summons him, he'll be more than happy to come," the homeowner said with a smile. But no one knew that his heart was filled with complex emotions—the anticipation and fear that his long-cherished wish was about to be fulfilled, only to be dashed in vain.
Phil Gray nodded, placed the bone ring in his palm, and whispered, "Undead companion! Answer my call!"
The divine power was drained in an instant, but then the divine power in the Death Stone kept flowing in, maintaining what was needed for the summoning.
A black six-pointed star array appeared above his palm. With a flash of light, the bone ring suddenly disappeared, and the six-pointed star array grew larger and larger, floating in front of him.
Then the six-pointed star array gradually twisted, black mist spread out, and a large door slowly opened.
"Hmm? Which cutie summoned me?"
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