Chapter 879 - 486:

In the sea of flowers, souls rise one by one.

The Great Sage couldn’t discern exactly what these Spirit Bodies looked like. Unlike the current Cosmos, where all intelligent species gravitate towards the Venerable King, in that era, countless people adapted completely differently to the local climate.

Various Soul Bodies stood tall in the flower sea, calling out the names of acquaintances, or embracing each other amidst the rain of flowers, recounting the events yet to come.

They failed, but "they" succeeded.

The sacrifice of this generation allowed the Cosmos to overcome a major crisis; although the future was not as beautiful as they had envisioned, at least there was a future.

In the sea of flowers, Yi Shan met an old friend who looked alike; they exchanged silent glances.

The atmosphere was awkward; both seemed to have endless words, but the moment they tried to speak, nothing came out.

"Thank you, Yi Shan..." Finally, the dark Elf spoke, "Thank you for ultimately reaching the end."

He bowed his head slightly, this secret agent of the United Front, akin to a "commissar" equipped for every expedition team, said solemnly: "Thank you..."

Yi Shan remained silent, seemingly holding back tears, yet unable to stop his sobbing.

Perhaps scenes like this were unfolding beside every flower here; familiar old friends, companions who died before their eyes, they eventually gathered together sharing stories about themselves and the future.

Watching this scene, Xue Dili smiled.

"Perhaps this is where the true significance of this Technique lies," Xue Dili said.

The God of Order handed over the Netherworld originally created by the Mimic Venerable King to himself. Though not Subspace, it echoed Subspace in function; it’s like another realm, wholly reliant on the computational power of the Mimic Venerable King to sustain, a virtual world.

This is the Netherworld, or maybe Pure Land, or Oasis... it could be called any of these.

In essence, it’s akin to the Fairy Tale World once created by the Evil Eye, but more detailed and stable, storing all the souls of the Interstellar Corps.

While these souls would gradually dissipate over time, unable to exist forever, their conscious time is fixed; the Pure Land created by the Mimic Venerable King intends only to prevent more souls from suffering in Subspace.

It’s as if Yi Shan, a 4-billion-year-old soul, has memories that aren’t long. In his memory, he seemed to have just died, arriving in Xue Dili’s body the next moment.

The ancient souls here are the same, forever "forcibly frozen" in the crevice of Subspace, in this place where molecular movement is incredibly distorted, their souls endured a temporal suspension of 4 billion years.

And what Xue Dili seeks is merely to provide these heroes with their last palliative care after death.

The essence of Heroic Spirit Hall is a virtual world belonging to each person individually, akin to the Fairy Tale World, which will be their final homeland.

Perhaps within it, with time and activity, their souls will gradually dissipate, finally becoming the most pure Spiritual Particle.

But they can accomplish anything they wish within this "Fairy Tale World" unique to each individual.

Simply put, the Heroic Spirit Hall that Xue Dili plans to build is, for every soul, a separate "My World"; they can complete anything in their own world and connect with others, or enjoy good times in a shared world with more people.

"Or perhaps this Heroic Spirit Hall could also be called ’Distant Utopia,’" Xue Dili stood among the sea of flowers, smiling at the old things.

"And, although these predecessors might retire in this Utopia, if in the future, the successors encounter resolvable issues again, I suppose there would still be predecessors willing to lend a helping hand, assisting those who come after us in solving small troubles," Xue Dili said.

"I want to place this Heroic Spirit Hall at the central core of the academy, so if some predecessors are bored, they might as well find students to tease, or take a disciple, passing everything they once were to the future, as you once did with me." Xue Dili said, gradually unfolding his plan.

For the Cosmos, before the Cosmic Void was born, the whole universe didn’t have the concept of souls.

For the essence of the soul is merely an aggregation of Spiritual Particles from intelligent beings.

That’s why only intelligent beings can possess souls, and gradually grow near to the Venerable King.

And unless guided accordingly, dead souls would inevitably drift to the deepest parts of Subspace, in the direction of the Venerable King.

Moreover, during this journey, they gradually dissipate, turning into the purest Spiritual Particle, continuing as the most pure chaotic energy constructing Subspace.

It can be said that all existing forces, souls, and foundations are miracles born from the balance between the Venerable King and Void.

The Divine Tree absorbs human corpses and souls only for the sake of Spiritual Particles.

And the Great Sage heard Xue Dili’s dream, he smiled: "If only I had such grand ideals once, and owned the corresponding strength as well, that would have been nice."