Regarding Ash's ownership, Ash himself has no voting rights, just like the spoils of war cannot decide who gets him, and Lala Fei cannot decide who is qualified to taste him. Although he also wanted to shout "Everyone stop fighting for me", he was afraid that the boasting in his words would cause everyone to settle accounts later.

Unexpectedly, as Ash watched the battle with trepidation, the situation gradually turned into what he most expected, with everyone still occupying a quarter each.

The reason is very simple: Fiora and the others cannot beat Vichy.

In the battlefield of soul consciousness, Vichy's advantage was simply beyond the reach of these little girls, so they could only work together to drive Vichy to a quarter corner, but if they tried to continue to encroach on Vichy's basic share, Vichy would target the weakest one among them and beat him up.

In order to avoid becoming the little sister with the smallest share, they could only allow Vichy to hold a quarter, and then the situation came to a stalemate - if they continued the civil war, it might give Vichy an opportunity to take advantage, and this was almost the most unacceptable outcome for them.

Although no matter who has a larger share, others will not be able to accept it, but if we have to rank them, from good to bad it should be Witch > Silver Lantern > Sword Princess > Maid.

The Witch is the easiest to deal with. If she takes too much, she can slowly take it back. Moreover, she is the operator who is most willing to share with Ash, and we are not afraid of her monopolizing him at all. The second is Lantern. Although she probably has a strong desire to monopolize Ash, she will not stop him from having more happiness because of her guilt. Don't even mention Fiora. If she takes the most shares, the others will just have to wait to be kicked out.

But at least the three of them treated Ash as a baby and a pet, and if Ash fell into Vichy's hands, he would really be treated like a fat cat.

In a sense, Vichy's role as a "traitor" forced Sonia and her group of "rebels" to become "loyal subjects" again.

If all of them were rebels, then Ash would have become the exclusive lover of one of them today.

Although it is not a true four-wing balance, Ash also felt the fear of the magician when he was promoted to a demigod. The more the magician gained from the virtual world, the more the virtual world took away from the magician. The giving was mutual, and the taking was equal. The magician owed the virtual world a lot, and the magician would even get more favor from the virtual world in the future. Therefore, the magician could only balance the wills of the four parties to maintain his free will in the cracks, otherwise he would become the property of one of them.

It is worthy of being a demigod promotion ceremony. Every link is full of life philosophy. Ash feels that he has learned a lot from the virtual world.

But this is just an insignificant sideshow, because the real challenge begins now.

Evil winds howled, and the air was rubbed into producing furious black flames. The second level of hell fell heavily with an attitude that was almost judgmental, bringing with it mighty wind and thunder. The first level of hell made an almost wailing sound, and the unimaginable power once again shattered the souls of the five of them into the tiniest particles, and all their thoughts were shattered into a stream of information that was almost nothingness.

Ash has not lost his will, but he can no longer think and can only observe everything in the world blankly. He is integrated with the world and cannot get out of it. The memories and feelings of the past are like honey that God spreads on his lips, just an insignificant taste of the moment, not worth mentioning compared to eternity.

He wants to integrate into this world, blend new colors, and establish new rules for all things.

But just as he was on the irreversible path to becoming a god, the sweetness and bitterness of every soul gradually faded away, and his consciousness became radiant. He was no longer attracted by colors, but colors gathered around him.

Ash condensed his soul body again, with the purple-red sword wings carrying the first level of hell, and the pink-gold time wings carrying the second level of hell. Compared with the last time, his soul body was more solid, and various mountains and rivers began to appear in the soul paradise inside, with turbid air sinking and clear air rising!

"Sword Princess, Witch, Weisser, Weishi!"

"I'm fine." Sonia's voice was a little weak.

"Me too..." Diya replied in a trembling voice.

"No problem," Weisser said.

“Something’s wrong!” Wei Xi’s impatient voice came along the virtual wing: “Each level of hell should temper the soul to the same degree, but now the effect of the second level is so many times stronger than the first level... Either this is a mechanism that only occurs when multiple people are promoted, or the virtual realm is targeting us!”

"The virtual world is targeting us?"

"Don't think that the Void Realm can really fool you. We wanted to help you advance, but the Void Realm directly sent the fifth level of hell to everyone. Now you have helped us to complete the four-wing balancing almost by trickery. How could the Void Realm allow us to advance to demigod so easily?"

"The Lord God stole the secrets of the world and was entangled in heavenly punishment day and night; the demigod stole the knowledge of hell and his life was hanging by a thread; the magician gathered four-colored virtual wings and had to cross thousands of miles of sea, walk thousands of miles, pass thousands of dreams, and fight in the Ruby Mountain!" Vichy's voice was so solemn that it seemed like he was reading a code: "You must pay for what you want, this is the only law of the virtual world!"

"If we don't pay a price, then we are the price. But you can rest assured, Ash, because..."

"We are your price."

The space cracked like a spider web, and the Ruby Mountain broke into countless pieces at this moment. Ash and the others could not sense the falling of the third level of hell at all, because it ignored the insignificant obstacles such as time, space, and entropy. It was like an undisguised malice that descended directly on their timeline.

This time, Ash lost consciousness for a longer time, until the emotional memories in the soul heaven slowly revived, and he broke free from the realm of God. He had no time to pay attention to the hell behind him, his consciousness sank into the sea of ​​​​heart, and he searched for other people through the virtual wing connection!

Above the sea of ​​​​heart, he saw four dreamlike wonders: the wilderness of sword tombs burning with purple-red flames, the palace standing on the golden sea, the ruins of the old city illuminated by silver lamps, and the flower fields blooming with faint blue roses.

Ash's heart fell into the abyss. All the sounds left him. The colors in front of his eyes turned gray. The thoughts that pulled him back from the realm of God were like burning irons that severely imprinted the softest part of his soul - they did not come back from the realm of God!

As long as you get something, you always have to pay a price, maybe your life, maybe everything they have. If someone can get something for nothing, who will believe in the justice of the world?

Ash no longer actively absorbed the colors, blending into the world in a daze, letting Hell judge his sins. But the colors still actively flowed into his soul, and he felt his hands being gently lifted up, and the gorgeous fireworks of fireflies bloomed in his heart, and the dazzling light was like a strand of silk thread that was within reach.

You are my touch, and longing is your power.

Ash grasped these threads, and their past, present, and future emerged in his mind. This time, it was not that they invaded Ash's consciousness, but that Ash took the initiative to become their home. Only in this way could he use his thoughts to bring them back from the realm of God!

As Ash pulled, the blazing purple-red flames condensed into Sonia's figure, the palace throne in the pink and gold ocean showed the outline of Diya, the shadow of Weisser appeared in the deserted ruins of the old city, and the petals of the dark blue rose gathered into the figure of Vichy.

They opened their eyes blankly, and slowly broke away from the influence of the divine realm.

"You can actually pull us back..." Vichy murmured, "I thought I was going to become a god."

"But this is only the third level of hell. How many times can you save us, Ash?"

"Countless times!" Ash said firmly, "I am the fifth pillar of God's touch, holding the scepter of longing. I will not let you get lost in the realm of God!"

Wei Xi was silent for a moment, and suddenly said: "Although I don't know how you did it, but if your power is not enough to take care of everyone, then if you save one person with all your strength, maybe..."

She didn't say anything more, but everyone understood what she meant. Sword Princess, Witch, and Silver Lamp were all silent, and even Vichy didn't say anything about being afraid of death. Ash didn't make any promises, but the burning souls that his branding iron stung were warming the timidity in their hearts every minute and every second.

The craziest magician will not give up his virtual wings, and the most desperate monster will cherish his soul, so he will never let go!

In the suffocating silence, the fourth hell fell silently, as gently as the yellow leaves. They did not feel any weight, but they still collapsed, because what fell was the darkness that drowned knowledge, erased the source of all traces, and the words describing it were all distorted, and the pages that mentioned it were wrinkled, and the stories that told it must end.

This time, Ash spent much more time to regain his thoughts. He almost immediately fell into the sea of ​​his heart and pulled the thread of longing, but no matter how much effort he put in and how much memory he used, he still couldn't pull them back from the realm of God. Hell disintegrated their consciousness to a level that was so humble that even longing could not reach them.

He felt like he was in the center of a pitch-black world, and no matter how hard he tried he could not take back what belonged to him from the darkness.

But at this moment, he heard a crisp sound of metal collision.

Ash dug into his pocket and took out two rusty silver coins.

"Silver Coin of the Deathly Mad Sword Princess".

He held the silver coin tightly until it melted into two silk threads. He pulled it hard towards the void and pulled Sonia back to him from the realm of God again!

Ash continued to search his pockets and when he came across something sharp he took it out and discovered it was a pile of broken lenses.

"The fragment of the magic mirror of the black and white witch".

He grabbed the fragments of the magic mirror. He was clearly in his sea of ​​consciousness, but his hands were still cut and bleeding. The blood flowed along the thread of longing, turning into a torrent of blood, like the red carpet that the queen walked on, bringing Diya back from the realm of God!

"The portable mirror of the Eternal Night Silver Lamp".

Ash's hand passed through the mirror and directly grabbed Weisser's hand, snatching her back from the realm of God!

Finally... Ash looked at the field of orchid roses, touched his pocket, and found that he didn't have Vichy's binding at all.

Yes, how could a demigod like the Ghost Prophet who had lived for thousands of years have a weak mind? How could she place her heart on a dead object? She was a monster without regrets. Memories and emotions were just stepping stones on her life path. As long as she could get closer to her ideal, she would be willing to die. Living a hopeless life was her most shameful fall.

She lives only for herself, and Ash can control her soul, but he can never get her heart. Perhaps this is one of the reasons why Ash and her cannot improve their bond: they are unwilling to exchange each other's lives.

Ash could only fight with all his might, but with his full pull, Vichy actually squeezed out of the God's Domain little by little. It wasn't his thoughts that pulled him, but more that Vichy grabbed his thread and tried his best to escape, just like a demon escaping from hell by grabbing a thread!

Ash could even sense her intermittent and chaotic thoughts through the silk thread:

"I……"

"I must..."

"Ascend the High Throne!"

No one knew how she could retain her thoughts in the unconscious state of the God's Realm, and even respond to Ash's thoughts. Ash had never thought that he would admire the Ghost Prophet, but at this moment, he was happy that Vichy escaped from the God's Realm, admired her unimaginable will, and was even more afraid of her desire that even hell could not crush.

If I die, I must take her to hell with me.

After half a year of living and dying together, Ash's idea has not weakened, but has become stronger. He is Vichy's comrade-in-arms, Vichy's prisoner, and will be Vichy's end.

But now, he still welcomes Vichy's return with joy.

"Have you forgotten that your thoughts will be conveyed to me?" Vichy's laughter sounded quietly: "But I don't hate your murderous thoughts."

"Because I am the same."

"We will definitely pass the Hell Trial!" Diya encouraged, "We have already endured four levels of Hell, which means there are only two levels left... but I have used up all my virtual wings!"

"Only five hells will fall, there will be no sixth hell." Weishi said, "The fifth hell can be carried by souls or gods. Originally, my soul was strong enough to carry the fifth hell, but now... only Ash should be able to carry the fifth hell."

"Although I have five virtual wings." Weisser said, "But with my current self, I'm afraid... But even if my self-consciousness disappears, the Silver Lamp Spirit will still respect you as the master. Ash, don't forget her in the Dark Forest--"

"Then summon the gods!"

Ash said seriously: "You try to extend your virtual wings as much as possible, and absorb as much virtual knowledge as possible to summon the gods. I will protect your free will and will not let you get lost in the torrent of knowledge."

“Trust me,” he said, “and trust yourself.”

Everyone was silent, but the purple-red flames of the Sword Tomb Plain began to boil, the golden ocean set off a tsunami, the Silver Lantern Old City began to collapse, and the blue rose field was blowing waves of flowers. Magicians must believe in miracles. Since there is something behind them, they should stride forward without hesitation, even if there is an abyss in front of them!

"Ash." Sonia said softly, "I have no regrets."

The moment the fifth level of hell fell, the four people's virtual wings extended to the limit, and endless knowledge poured into Ash's heart along the virtual wings. The total share they occupied in Ash's soul reached an absolute 100%. There was no longer any room for Ash's will to reside, and it was completely submerged in their thoughts.