Since Bai Xi remained in Hell for the time being, the gods could not leave the continent above and could only search the western continent in an attempt to find traces of the Goddess of the Dead.
Although there is no historical record of any information about the so-called Goddess of the Dead, since it was Bai Xi who said it, the Goddess of the Dead must exist.
Moreover, the dead seem to share a common belief that the goddess of the dead once existed.
This was a very strange situation, with a strong sense of incongruity, so after Bai Xi left, they went to the Western Continent and practically turned it upside down.
Quite coincidentally, Ririsa had never left the Western Continent. After Baixi was teleported away by the teleportation array, she was forced to stay in the Undead Wilderness.
Fortunately, the isolation collar around her neck could shield her from the aura of living beings, allowing her to remain safe and sound in the Western Continent for the time being.
She never expected to encounter the god she absolutely worshipped in the Western Continent.
"Dark God, you..."
Ririsa looked at Gracius with a devout expression and knelt before him. She knew that the God of Darkness never answered the calls of his followers, yet now he was standing before her, bestowing upon her a divine oracle. Just thinking about it made her tremble with excitement.
Little did she know that the reason Graceus found her was...
Back in the Temple of Light, he had met Rilisa once as Baixi's personal attendant, and he recognized her as soon as he arrived here.
He didn't want to miss anything related to Bai Xi, so he showed up to ask her some questions.
"No need for further explanation, I want to know what Saint... Maggie did in the Western Continent."
Greysius pursed his lips. He wanted to call her Saintess Baixi, but due to his divine status, he didn't want to reveal Baixi's real name, so he could only use her original name instead.
Ririsa was taken aback at first. She had indeed prayed in secret and reported the matter to the God of Darkness. As a result, the God of Darkness actually appeared on his own initiative and asked her for more details.
However, she was only slightly surprised. When facing the deity she believed in, she would tell everything.
Including everything Baixi did in the Western Continent, including Baixi's fusion with the fragments of the Goddess of the Dead's soul, although she did not see it with her own eyes at the time, she could more or less guess some of it, so she simply told Greysius.
Gracius frowned upon hearing this. Their search over this period had been fruitless, but if Ririsa said this...
Fragments of a god's soul...
Although they had been reincarnated, their souls were indeed complete and had not experienced any breakage. However, he was not completely ignorant about this aspect.
As far as he knew, external forces could not tear apart the soul of a god, since it contained the power of the divine essence.
Even if they are false gods, their souls cannot be torn apart from the outside.
There is only one possibility for the appearance of soul fragments: that the god did it voluntarily. However, after tearing the soul apart, the god will fall into a deep sleep and may never wake up unless all the soul fragments are collected. No normal god would voluntarily tear apart his own soul.
Unless there's something else going on.
For example, this god, having nowhere else to turn and no longer allowed to exist in the world, could only survive by tearing his soul apart to create the illusion of death, and eventually find an opportunity to be resurrected and possess another body.
Thinking of this, Grecius suddenly felt uneasy, and his worry for Bai Xi grew stronger.
He doesn't know how many fragments of the Goddess of the Dead's soul Bai Xi has obtained. If a god's soul is indeed hidden among them, then things could get complicated.
"Dark God, did I say something wrong?"
Although Ririsa kept her head down and dared not look at Greyius, she could feel the pressure around him getting lower and lower, and his mood seemed to be getting very bad. Her already cautious attitude became even more fearful, afraid that her words would upset Greyius and displease the Dark Lord.
No, you did a great job.
Gracius snapped out of his thoughts and finally looked at Ririsha, who was kneeling before him. He wasn't exactly a god who would try to win over believers, but considering the important information Ririsha had provided, he still offered a word of comfort.
He turned and left the next second.
He plans to investigate some more things.
The soul of the goddess of the dead is definitely very harmful to Bai Xi, and he needs to find a way to get rid of this hidden danger.
Ririsa was almost overjoyed to hear the god's praise, but when she looked up, the god had already vanished without a trace, leaving her standing there.
She knelt on the desolate ground, trembling, while the distant wails of the dead echoed, creating a strangely desolate atmosphere.
I feel like I'm being treated like a tool.
"..."
After a long pause, Ririsa sighed. It was already an immense honor for the Dark God to receive her, a believer; to ask for anything more was simply wishful thinking.
She stood up, brushed the dust off her knees, and was about to leave when she noticed something was wrong with her body.
"Wait...did I...advance?"
Ririsa was a little stunned by the unexpected windfall. The Dark God had given her a major promotion to the level of a mage without saying a word. She was already a mage, and now... she directly gained the ability to leave the Western Continent.
She didn't even feel anything.
...
Hell was a different story altogether, as Ulysses had caught up with them.
"The Demon King's Castle does not welcome empty shells or corpses."
Safa sat casually in the main seat, watching Ulysses enter the castle, his tone cold and harsh, his words practically an order to leave written all over his face.
Moreover, the term 'empty shell of a corpse' is an insulting term for vampires. They have no soul, and their bodies are as cold as corpses. Apart from being able to move, they are no different from corpses.
"It's a pity that if Miss Baixi weren't here, I wouldn't like coming to this hell full of demons."
Ulysses shrugged, showing no intention of backing down. He wasn't someone to be trifled with, and his words were sharp and cutting.
"She probably doesn't want to see you either."
Safa crossed his long legs, leaned his upper body slightly forward, and squinted at Ulysses.
Bai Xi is currently on the third floor of the Demon King's castle, but Safa has his own selfish motives and doesn't want this annoying vampire to see her.
They had fought side by side in the ruins, and everyone knew Sima Zhao's intentions. How could he think that Ulysses didn't share the same thoughts about Baixi as he did?
However, he should have more advantages than vampires.
Safa thought to himself.
Vampires are indeed a race that is disliked everywhere.
"That requires her to tell me herself."
Ulysses shrugged indifferently.
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