Chapter 886 - 487: Welcome Home, Yushua (2)

That is a sea of flowers, with countless blooms covering all the small planets.

And it’s not just this Demon; more and more Demons stood up from the sea of flowers.

The Heroic Spirit Summoning of Xue Dili, with countless adjustments to its plans, ultimately settled on the current one—Heroic Spirit Summoning, calling forth the original "Spiritual Particles" of their original owners.

When a person dies, their soul goes to the Subspace, and the remaining Spiritual Particles in their body gradually dissipate, eventually merging into the planet’s essence.

This is also why only after the establishment of the alliance can souls appear, and only those who have been in contact with Demon Element can possess a "soul."

Thus, Heroic Spirit Summoning is essentially a technique that gathers the Spiritual Particles belonging to the original owners, derived from the concept of "absorbing regrets" from the Blood of Hell. Therefore, the summoned "Heroic Spirits" are the original Spiritual Particles belonging to them.

Of course, this situation is complicated. Some people’s souls may have already dissipated in Subspace; others may have their Spiritual Particles completely returned to nature’s cycle and become the Spiritual Particles of other creatures.

It even involves a philosophical question: When one’s soul is broken into Spiritual Particles and then gathered again, is that person still themselves?

Just as if a person’s body were turned into carbon, hydrogen, oxygen, and various trace elements, then these elements were gathered back into that person, are they still originally themselves?

This delves deeper into what truly constitutes your essence—your brain? Your heart? Or your Spiritual Particles or soul? Or the complex electrical signals that make up your brain?

This question is too profound, so Xue Dili did not consider it.

Why bother with all this? I’ll perform a Heroic Spirit Summoning first and contemplate any potential issues later.

Therefore, Heroic Spirit Summoning merely calls forth their original Spiritual Particles; it isn’t true resurrection, just a reappearance through particle aggregation.

If nothing unexpected happens, these pure Spiritual Particles will be attracted to the end of the Subspace by the Venerable King, naturally heading there.

Thus, Xue Dili came up with the idea of "Heroic Spirit Hall," essentially to compete with the Subspace and even the Venerable King for souls, for those Spiritual Particles.

In the Heroic Spirit Hall, they can live another life until the soul completely transforms into the purest Spiritual Particles, then feedback into the Heroic Spirit Hall.

The process of the soul transforming into particles in the stable and healthy environment of the Heroic Spirit Hall is extremely lengthy—Xue Dili calculated it might take hundreds to thousands of years, depending on the original soul’s strength. Stronger souls might maintain consciousness for thousands of years.

This is akin to living another life, even though most of this life must be spent in an illusory world.

But Xue Dili would like to discuss with you, "What is wrong with the world of illusion?"

Even in this illusory world, everyone can reach the future of the seven weekends. This is the "Heroic Spirit Hall" that Xue Dili created by merging the Blood of Hell with the Netherworld originally belonging to the God of Order, the Mimic Venerable King.

Thus, when all the blood gathered to form fawns completing the coverage of the Star Ring, more and more Demons stood up from the sea of flowers.

Most of them were confused because, in the memories of most Demons, they believed they died and even turned into monsters like those of the Insect Race. Yet, upon waking, they were standing in a sea of flowers.

What happened?

However, when some Demons found their former relatives among the crowd, they no longer cared about what had happened and all embraced each other, crying tears of joy.

At this moment, Xue Dili felt somewhat regretful because this Heroic Spirit Summoning has high requirements for soul bodies, meaning not everyone can be summoned.

Can we summon those the old ones want to see?

Xue Dili pondered, marking a question, noting that not all fragments of Demon Star were here; the planet hit by the Star Annihilator Cannon might have turned into cosmic debris, and other fragments might have been absorbed by Subspace.

It depends on luck.

Thus Xue Dili thought, meanwhile, looking at the blooming star ring, a smile gradually emerging.

"There are insects!" Suddenly, a sharp voice rang out, causing all the Demons to become alert; panic and fear spread rapidly.

Xue Dili: "..."

He rushed over and indeed found a Shabu Insect Race, specifically a Mother Empress, but this bug wasn’t a physical body; it was a soul body.

What the heck, how could the Heroic Spirit Summoning summon this thing? Huh?

Although Xue Dili now used the power of the Lord of Mist, or rather, the power of the Divine Tree, summoning this thing was still beyond Xue Dili’s expectations.

Thus, originally a reunion party, in the next moment, turned chaotic, with people reacting instinctively, yawning, backs arched, heads round, ears like plane engines, many fleeing in terror, and some immediately preparing to fight back...

The scene was immensely chaotic; even Xue Dili rolled up his sleeves preparing to fight this bug, making the blossoming star ring thoroughly chaotic.

Meanwhile, on the ground watching the sky’s scene, the Great Sage’s lips curled slightly upward.

Perhaps this was a scene once dreamt of, one he could never achieve in his life and didn’t even dare to imagine, fulfilled posthumously only by the last child he taught.

Although this wasn’t true resurrection, just tribesmen in Spiritual Particle state, he himself was just a Heroic Spirit in Spiritual Particle form, and the Demon Race had long been extinct in the Cosmos, leaving their last swan song to this Cosmos.

Maybe in the future, an inheritor of the Demon Race’s legacy might come, and they might rename themselves "Demon" again, the old man thought.

"Are you Yushua?" A questioning voice arose behind the old man, causing the previously calm Great Sage to suddenly feel his entire body stiffen.

It was a girl’s voice, seemingly very young, about thirteen or fourteen years old.

When the Great Sage turned around, the Spiritual Particle’s light slowly rose from the flowers, and the short-haired girl stood within them.

The sea of flowers moved without wind, waves gently brushing the elderly robe’s hem.

The air was filled not just with simple fragrance but a warmth mixed with the sunlight of yesteryears, the sweet and earthy scent of post-rain grass, and a hint of the flavor belonging to that vanished summer, forever buried in memory.

The Great Sage was stunned; after centuries of dryness, his eyes surprisingly felt a strange moisture.

She wore the simple flax dress remembered from memory, with a tiny patch at the hem, barefoot, her ankles slender.

Her body was semi-transparent, composed of frozen dew and stardust particles, faintly glowing, with edges occasionally dispersing petals or light grains, then remerging into the surrounding sea of flowers.

Still the age of separation, thirteen or fourteen years old, her eyes clear like a mountain spring untouched by any shadow, seeing the white-haired, wrinkled old man with no trace of unfamiliarity or fear, but only a purity penetrating all time’s barriers, understanding and kindness.

She smiled, and that smile instantly pierced through all the Sage’s wisdom, all his strength disguise, reverting him to the bewildered young Mage.

The long pursuit, arduous practice, exploration of the truth... when he possessed wisdom and power to move mountains and seas, to see the birth and death of stars, the one who would place a little daisy in his palm had long become a sigh deep in the interstellar meteor.

He always believed that the regret and pain, long worn smooth by time, had been covered by broader responsibilities and knowledge.

Until this moment...

"Yushua, you’re so old now..." She looked at the old man before her, showing a trace of tender concern, "But welcome home, Yushua..."

The Great Sage gently wiped the trace at the corner of his eye, smiling as he said, "I’ve returned."