Endless Debt

In the endless darkness, golden raindrops danced and rolled. Like molten gold, they drew elegant trajectories, extended and twisted under Bailie's command.

Bailey picked up the bottles and jars on the cart, opened them one by one, and threw the prepared alchemical materials into the air at will.

At this moment, the concept of gravity seemed to disappear. The alchemical materials did not fall, but floated in mid-air, allowing Baili to control them.

Aimu stood on one side, assisting Bailey in her work. When she was in the alchemy workshop, Aimu performed many implantation rituals and promotion rituals with TEDA. She was already very experienced in this, but facing She still couldn't help but feel nervous when she went to Boluogo.

"One hundred grams of moon dust, thirty grams of red mercury, an appropriate amount of star antimony..."

Aimu placed the alchemy materials into the air one by one. She really looked like a nurse. While arranging them, she also said to Boluogo, "Relax, there are a lot of alchemy materials here that I refined. There is absolutely no problem."

Boluogo now knew what Aimu had been busy with during this period. Aimu had been working continuously for many days and nights for his promotion ceremony.

Fortunately, Amu's essence is still an alchemy doll, otherwise she would probably be admitted to a border sanatorium now.

Many alchemical materials floated and were swallowed up by the materialized liquid ether. They burned and surged in the ether, were crushed and reorganized together again, and transformed into new substances.

Along with the qualitative change, dark residue emerged from the liquid gold, and then fell off one by one. This is the mortal matter that has been eliminated.

At some point, Aimu had left the ceremony stage and disappeared into the endless darkness. Her work was over, and she could just leave it to Bailey.

Boluogo raised his head. Boluogo didn't like this feeling all the time. He was like a corpse, with cold light shining on his head, as if an angel was coming from it and reaching out to him.

Heaven?

Boluogo didn't think about what happened after death. How could the undead think about death? It sounds a little funny no matter how you listen to it.

Even if he really will die, Boluogo does not think that he will reach the kingdom of heaven. He is a wicked person who punishes evil people and an even greater evil person. Boluogo has never wavered in his self-understanding.

The end of the wicked should not be heaven but hell... at least a place close to hell.

Boluogo thought of his good friends. They should all be waiting for him in heaven. When he thought about not being able to meet them, Boluogo felt a little sad, but he was also overjoyed when he thought about the destination of the evil people.

Boluogo had sworn that he would torture those evildoers forever, and this time they would have nowhere to escape.

The liquid ether mixed with alchemical materials began to stir, and dazzling light burst out inside the liquid, like colorful glass, and arcs of electricity could still be vaguely seen.

Bailey waved her hand, and the liquid split into several sections as if it had vitality. A cold touch came from Boluogo's body surface, as if a group of snakes were crawling on him, and the cold and dense scales rubbed one by one. Boluogo could even clearly feel the uneven texture.

"Remember, stay awake and don't sink."

Bailey asked again, and Boluogo wanted to respond, but before he could speak, all the light disappeared.

Boluogo didn't know what happened. This sudden change only happened in an instant. Bailey was still in front of him a second ago, but now Boluogo's eyes were filled with darkness.

The confusion did not affect Boluogo for long, and he immediately realized that this was the beginning of the promotion ceremony.

Judging from the data, the promotion ceremony from a Sublime Prayer to a Prayer is the lowest risk and the simplest. Most Sublime Practitioners don’t even feel anything strange during the promotion process. In addition to being close to the secret source and gaining Apart from the approval, the rest is just like an ordinary general anesthesia surgery.

Boluogo stood alone in the dark world, and bursts of noise came from the unknown darkness. It was the sound of wind and snow, coming from a distant place.

"A collection of souls?"

Bologg was talking to himself, and the hypothesis that Bailey finally explained to him forced Bologg to think seriously.

After a human dies, where does the golden soul go?

Is this related to the secret source? If so, what role does the secret source play in the grand cycle of reincarnation in this world?

If the secret source is the collection of all souls, then the so-called "lost" means that in the storm of the soul, the individual glimpses the memory contained in the soul, mistakenly regards it as his own life, and therefore sinks?

This is not impossible. The Philosopher's Stone contains the projection of the past life. Even if the soul disappears into nothingness, there should still be echoes.

Boluogo couldn't understand it, but he thought he would soon experience it for himself. The sound of wind and snow in his ears became louder and louder, getting closer and closer, until the dim light tore through the darkness.

A bone-chilling chill hit Boluogo's heart. The moment the dim light shone on Boluogo, his body surface was covered with a thick layer of ice. As the light arrived, Boluogo saw There were many frozen figures like him around.

Is this my own body?

Boluogo suddenly had the idea that his real body should be on the ceremonial stage in the sublimation furnace core, and what stood here now should be the embodiment of his spirit.

So are these frozen figures the same?

Boluogo did not hesitate for too long. The familiar scene was replaying before his eyes. Boluogo saw that behind the hazy light, the complete storm that penetrated the sky was slowly advancing. It carried thousands of strong winds and huge waves, just like the fierceness of the storm. Wherever Yang goes, darkness retreats.

The darkness he was in just now was just too far away from the storm. Now it was walking towards Boluogo, dispersing all the shadows.

Everything is happening again.

Everything that Boluogo had experienced in the three trials was being repeated before his eyes, and he returned here again.

He had thought it was some kind of hallucination, but Bologg didn't think hallucinations could be reproduced so accurately, so there was only one answer.

Boluogo is "lost". He still has a clear self-understanding and has not yet completely sunk.

How to do?

Boluogo tried to move his body. After several painful struggles, he shattered the ice on his body and struggled to move. But compared with the advancing storm, he was like a fleeing ant, unable to escape from the wheel at all. Crush.

With his back to the blazing storm, the endless darkness appeared in front of Boluogo's eyes. The strange and disorderly laughter came from the depths of the darkness, and then one scarlet eye after another opened in the darkness. They are densely packed, arranged in groups, piled up into mountains, and transformed into a mountain-like figure.

They stood high above, watching Boluogo's futile struggle.

Bologg didn't know what those black shadows were, but he was certain that they were definitely not good things. Even though Bologg couldn't see their existence clearly, he still instinctively felt endless disgust.

If Boluogo had to choose an ending, he would choose to plunge into the blazing storm behind him instead of joining these black shadows.

A crisp cracking sound sounded, like the sound of glass being crushed. Bologg looked at his arm. The sound came from his body. The cracking sound gradually became denser, and Bologg's body also A crack appeared, like a ghost.

The cold body was frozen in place, and the illusory body was still struggling, and the two gradually separated.

Boluogo repeatedly warned himself that his body was not here. The visible body now was just the embodiment of his spirit...

Trinity.

This word suddenly appeared in Boluogo's mind. During the three trials, this word was mentioned frequently.

"Salt, sulfur, mercury," Bologg said to himself, "body, mind, soul..."

At this moment, Boluogo's body is not here. The body he observes and can be interfered with is more like the embodiment of heart and soul, spirit and soul. Looking at his constantly separated ghost, is it possible that his spirit and soul are being separated? Divided?

Those human beings who sank in "lost" did not die, but they could never wake up. They had sound bodies and souls, but their spirits no longer existed.

"So unlucky?"

Boluogo couldn't help but doubt his luck. He was just promoted to a believer. How could he encounter such trouble? If he becomes a power bearer and a defender in the future, what will be waiting for him?

Moving his body with difficulty, Boluogo did not think about things that were too far away. If he did not get rid of the current predicament, he would have no future at all.

Boluogo ran away with all his strength, trying to stay away from the blazing storm, but no matter how hard he struggled, the distance between the two continued to shrink.

At a certain moment, Boluogo suddenly felt that his body was much lighter, as if his body had escaped from the freeze. He took several steps forward. When he looked back, he saw another familiar face.

own face.

The other self was frozen into an ice sculpture, standing behind him, his resolute face carved extremely carefully.

It was also at this moment that Boluogo suddenly realized that the shattering sound that accompanied his ears had disappeared. Then Boluogo realized in horror that it was not that the cracking sound had disappeared, but that he had completed the segmentation.

The ice sculpture that was frozen at this moment was Bologo's soul, and what stood in front of the ice sculpture was the spirit struggling out of it.

The blazing white storm was approaching, and Boluogo had no way to retreat. His body was very light. As the storm approached, he could no longer even maintain his standing, as if he would be sucked into the storm in the next second.

The dark shadow spread over, and an arm completely made of darkness appeared on the side of Boluogo. It opened its hand to Boluogo, its scarlet pupils split from the palm, and its bloody eyes stared at Boluogo. Ge.

Boluogo's serious eyes were filled with a bit of contempt, and he knocked over his dark arm with a wave of his hand, his voice of spitting was covered by the wind and snow.

"I reject."

The powerful suction force captured Boluogo, and in an instant the white storm swallowed up Boluogo, leaving only the cold sculpture standing in place for a long time.