Necromancer Farming Notes Figure Master

"Sir, you said there is something wrong with this world. Do you have any evidence?" A soul scholar in the audience couldn't help but stand up and ask.

"Of course I have evidence, but you may not be able to accept it." The scholar on the stage smiled. People on the earth cannot accept the history books, let alone the people underground.

"Haha, sir, please stop playing tricks! What evidence are you unable to accept?" Everyone was getting a little impatient.

"Can you accept that this world is fake?"

"Hahaha!" Everyone burst into laughter. They looked at the scholar on the stage as if they were looking at a clown.

Sensing this atmosphere, the scholars on the stage also fell silent. You can't reason with idiots. They can't even accept your own views, let alone have a deeper understanding.

Seeing that the audience had lost their patience, the scholar was too lazy to continue. Anyway, he had already discovered most of the truth of this world. Thinking of this, he stepped down from the podium and prepared to leave.

"Hey! Are you leaving just like that? You don't care about the task I gave you? I thought you had gotten rid of your bad habit of being so self-righteous!" Dio said with some dissatisfaction.

"I'm sorry, master. The chief scholar should be able to complete the task easily. As for me thinking highly of myself, I don't. I have tried to communicate with them. But people's prejudices are like walls. If you want to break through the walls, you must prove it with ironclad facts. But I don't have the energy to prove it to them. If I were the old me, I would definitely prove myself. But now, I just want to focus on the truth and won't waste time on false reputation." The scholar replied calmly.

Dio thought about it and realized that what the scholar said made sense. "In that case, it's up to you! However, although those guys don't understand, I am very interested in your point of view. In my opinion, the practice method of the Soul Sect has a big flaw. It needs to rely on the flesh and blood or soul of God. But why do you think that everyone can practice?"

The scholar was about to answer when he heard boos from the people around him. Facing this situation, he just smiled faintly and didn't take it seriously at all. He raised his head and prepared to leave the meeting room. Just as he was about to leave, the chief scholar suddenly stood up and shouted, "Please wait!"

The scholar tilted his head slightly. "Anything else?"

"How about being my assistant?" asked the chief scholar.

"Haha, if you can be my assistant, I might consider it." A hint of sarcasm flashed in the scholar's eyes.

Just as he was about to leave, the chief scholar gritted his teeth and said, "Sure! I'll be your assistant!"

When this was said, not only were the people at the scene stunned, but even the scholar's eyes flashed with confusion. But soon, the scholar knew what the other party was thinking.

The other party must be afraid that he would be exposed, so he deliberately made such a gesture. If he really agreed, I am afraid that everyone present would not agree. Then they would argue with each other again. It is better to stay out of it than to get stuck in the quagmire. Thinking of this, the scholar left without looking back.

"Huh! What an uneducated guy!" Everyone was indignant.

A trace of panic flashed in the eyes of the chief scholar. Although he also had some knowledge given to him by Dio, this knowledge was ultimately someone else's. Without his own ideas, this knowledge would soon be used up. If he was exposed at that time, the people of the Soul Sect would probably not let him go.

"Lord Dio! You must help me!" The chief scholar thought of cheating and plagiarizing the fruits of other people's labor through Dio.

"Haha, I won't help you with your research. After all, you are the one who invented the spirit horse. I don't believe you are really so useless!" Dio laughed.

The chief scholar trembled slightly, and cold sweat broke out on his face. Looking at the expectant eyes of the crowd, he felt like crying but had no tears.

The scholar walked out of the meeting room, and then several soul warriors came to his side.

"Your Excellency has already read our information, so for the sake of confidentiality, you cannot leave for the time being."

"Well. Then please help me find a quiet room!" The scholar didn't care.

The soul warriors took the scholar to a tall building.

In fact, scholars have long noticed that the Soul Sect's architectural style is rather peculiar. They don't have any exaggerated decorations, and they focus on practicality. There are many buildings like this here.

"The entire 13th floor is your residence. If you need anything, please notify the waiter outside the door. However, you cannot leave here for the time being."

The scholar nodded, and then looked at his new residence. He was very satisfied with it, it was large, spacious, and quite bright.

After finishing some chores, the scholar lay down on the sofa and turned on the soul music player.

As the soothing and gentle music came, the scholar felt relaxed.

"You seem to be relaxing here, while my other employee is working in a sweat." Dio couldn't help but complain.

The scholar was stunned for a while before he slowly said, "Everything about me is defenseless to you. You can just copy what I know and send it to that person. That person should feel much more relieved."

"Haha, you don't have to worry about that. Please continue with the previous topic. Why do you think the Soul Sect's practice method is perfect?" Dio asked.

"The Soul Cult's practice method is very special. They use the vibration of sound. They use soul music to vibrate the soul fragments given by the gods, so that the soul fragments have their own aura. Then they will integrate the soul fragments into their own body to transform."

"But in my opinion, this method has serious side effects. The most obvious one is that the soul fragments left by the gods will eventually be consumed. At that moment, the soul warriors will degenerate. They have not achieved true immortality. In fact, this is just like the dream archbishop burning himself to charge the world illusion array. In fact, everyone is equivalent to a small illusion array, and the soul bestowed by the gods is equivalent to their own archbishop. That soul will burn itself to drive those soul warriors. So even if those soul warriors don't eat, drink or sleep, they will at most be weak but not die. But this form is ultimately imperfect, and the reason for this imperfection is that there is a problem with the world illusion array, which causes problems for everyone."

"The real way to practice is to use the sound of the World Clock to vibrate your soul. Each vibration is equivalent to a charge. When the charge is completed, the soul will naturally undergo a transformation. Only when this level is achieved can people achieve true immortality. As long as the World Clock does not stop, they will not die."

The scholar briefly introduced his ideas, but Dio was shocked by what he heard. This idea of ​​harmony between man and nature gave Dio a great inspiration.

"Then why does the Soul Sect not have an archbishop? Is it because of this reason?" Dio asked subconsciously.

"Yes, using the flesh and blood of gods is certainly convenient. But it also limits people's upper limit. You have to know that the essence of the archbishop is actually a mass of flesh and blood of gods. However, their existence is one level lower than that of gods, because they themselves are incomplete. The relationship between ordinary believers and gods is even more distant, and they are even weaker."