The runes rained down and fell into the demon's body. When the last magic rune vanished from Feige's skin like a melting snowflake, he woke up, and the body of the Mind Spectator vanished in a violent tremble, and the hybrid form of black and white wings emerged. Feige moved his fingers and twisted his neck, reacquainting himself with his body like a newborn. The old man had been floating beside him, and then he leaned over and said, "How is it?

Fei Qi slowly shook his head and said, "There are still some problems with the spell, and it failed to achieve the expected goal, let me think about it." ”

"That's a shame, it's been a long time since I've seen such a spectacular spell, and if it works, it's something to celebrate. The old man smashed his palm with his fist, and it could be seen that he was really sorry.

A helpless smile appeared on Feige's lips, and he slowly flapped his wings and flew from the training room to the throne hall. The soul echo spell was a success, and Feige got the answer he wanted, gaining far more knowledge than he had originally envisioned. The reason why he wanted to deceive the old man was completely the old man's own request.

In the soul space, the old man who burned at the stake with Asmodeirs' clone asked Feige not to tell himself about the soul space, and used the problem of spells as an excuse.

"It's the first time I've heard of deceiving myself?" Feiqi's first reaction after hearing the news was: "Do you really think so, or is it because I still have a subconscious mind that has exclusive knowledge and influenced you through my soul to make you make this statement?"

"The funny thing is that you never know if it's the latter. The old man touched his beard.

Feige looked at the old man's wise eyes formed by white flames, and then smiled, "I can know what you're thinking. This is already inside the soul, and the subconscious mind is also on the outside, and cannot enter the inside, so it cannot exert influence. And so it becomes: Why don't you want me to tell yourself on the outside?"

"What you see hurts him severely. What you see is a denial of his divine powers, and he is likely to fall into self-contradiction and thus fall into pain that he cannot get rid of. Since we have become gods and made a choice, let's continue to do so. ”

"Is this really good?" Feige shook his head, "I have seen the dividing line between the soul and reality, and I have fully understood how the soul perceives the surrounding environment, which is indeed a denial of the gods, but this is only what happens in my soul." How do you know that other people's souls are like this? Maybe it's because I believe that the soul is the essential force that changes the world. This causal relationship is not absolute. ”

The old man shook his head and slowly shrank back into the charred corpse at the stake, leaving only one sentence: "Think about what you see, don't tell him." ”

Feige had to think about what he saw, of course, and the first thing he did when he returned to Hell was to find a comfortable place — the throne — and begin to ponder. In the spirit world, he asked to see the dividing point between the soul and reality, so as to understand the relationship between soul, spell and the real world.

After the lightning and thunder, he soared into the air, constantly rising, until he came to the junction of the rune rain curtain and the soul space, and saw with his own eyes the process of the soul generating runes, and then the runes feeding back to the soul. When he thought that this was the boundary, he suddenly began to fall, constantly moving away from the relatively bright rune rain curtain area, and penetrating deep into the darkest position of the soul space. Here, "seeing" is no longer the general meaning of the past, because what is presented to Feige is a scene of extreme complexity, which no words can describe, but it is very easy to understand:

The soul connects nothingness and reality, and it has been blocking the real world from annihilation, and this is how it changes the world.

Matter will always change from unstable to stable, and energy will always slowly die from high vitality. Without intervention, the multiverse will only evolve from a "distinctive" to a chaotic state that is indiscriminate anytime and anywhere. If there is no difference, there is no concept of all things, and this is nothingness. And the soul can't be restrained from influencing and changing the things around it. This act of making a distinction is creation, that is, there is.

Feige understands the opposition between being and non-being, but he doesn't understand what connects them. Previously he thought of it as a god, or some kind of force that created the world. Now he knew that it was not divine power or any other force, but the soul, the "change", that connected the existence and the non-existence.

"Old man, you are well-informed, tell me, is there a soul of the creator God?"

"Of course not! I've only seen some of the creatures of the creation gods, but the soul?soul is probably something older than the gods, it's been there since the multiverse existed. ”

Feige nodded, and the old man's answer was able to verify his thoughts. The soul is the power borrowed by the gods, not the power created by the gods. The old man was right before, the world has individuality and commonality. Individuality emerges in the process of creation, and commonality is the soul. The entire multiverse is connected by souls, exerting individuality on top of commonality.

"Change" is to make the world emerge from nothingness, and how to change is to become the rules of this world, which is all a process full of vitality and vitality. And when the rules don't want to be changed, they will solidify, and this is when the gods are born. In other words, the birth of a god means a decrease in the ability to "change", and the world will move more quickly towards the end of nothingness. The more people prayed to the gods, the more the power of their souls was used to strengthen the gods and solidify the rules, so there was less change and less progress. The gods did not like change, so a world emerged that could last for tens of thousands of years without progress. Curing, which was never what the world wanted, produced crystal walls that provided protection. Angels and demons in other worlds can enter and exit, mortals can enter and exit, but even gods cannot.

If the old man knows that he has become the protector of the spellcaster and asks the caster to pray to him, it will eventually cause the casters to become more and more solidified and difficult to change, and he will have self-contradictions. The soul stuffed by the rules of divine power will wrestle with him, and he has been a god for a long time, which will only lead to one end: the old man loses his sense of self and becomes a more rigid and inhuman god, a prayer operator, a response board, a clay sculpture.

An even greater danger is hidden: if the old man is no longer an old man with a conscience, but a simple god, it will only think about divine power, and obviously will find a soul to get into it as soon as possible, and the unlucky one must be Feiqi.

Most people become gods with positive emotions such as joy and pride, they like their new roles, they take the initiative to deepen their integration with the gods, and they will become more and more like gods—only a few will notice that something is wrong with them. Divine power is a phenomenon of the solidification of the rules of the world, and there are only two ways to get out of the predicament. One is to break away from the rules of the world, to no longer contact, interfere with the world, or even stop observing it altogether, and the other is to die once to see if there is a chance to become a human being with a completely free soul again. It's just that the god position and divine power that have been solidified will not disappear in this process, it will find the most suitable spokesperson as soon as possible, and this new spokesperson is often the broken soul that has just died. This is how God's "regeneration" comes about.

The turmoil of all the gods is caused by the realization of a rigid state, or being drunk by a more powerful being, and then beginning to change. This kind of turmoil has become a reshaping of the rules of the world, an attempt to break the rigidity. Feige now understands why the Creator Boss wants to crash the Second World into the Yongli Continent, he may have discovered his own solidification, and wants to get rid of and break through, and he thinks that breaking all the rules is his chance.

But from the moment he became the creator god, his solidification became one with the world. Feige believes that this solidification is too profound, and he can only be like other gods who try to commit suicide, change the soup without changing the medicine, continue to inherit himself, and eventually go to extinction. In that case, why kill so many energetic souls in the Yongli Continent, isn't it a huge crime for the entire multiverse?

"If the soul is not created by God, then the living thing is not God's property. Therefore, no matter how good the Creator has to destroy the world, it will not affect my right to live. "Feiqi is now certain that the multiverse is on his side when it comes to trying to avoid destruction, including the Second World and the Continent of Yongli. Therefore, there is a real possibility of success in the plan against the Creator.

"Why do you suddenly have a smug expression?" asked the old man.

"Although the spell fails, failure can also lead to knowledge, like this. Fitch knew that he still had an inferior form, so he began to concentrate, recalling in his mind what the half-finished inferior demon looked like. He knew that the Inferior Form would be his weakest and most useless form, but he had no other safe hidden form, so it was the only way to figure out Asmodeirs' clone form.

Suddenly, lightning poured out of Feige's body, flowing and spreading along the surface of his skin, nailing him firmly to the throne. Rumbling thunder echoed through the throne hall, spreading along the outward passage. The sound of thunder reverberated through his territory, and soon a short figure ran in from outside. Crowley, the little devil, the reincarnation of the Fork in the Road Demon, is looking at the Devil Master on the throne with astonishment and horror.

The lightning tore through flesh and shattered his internal organs and bones, but Feige felt no pain at all. It was as if he had returned to the pool of blood, and continued the demonic changes that had been interrupted by the power of the Pit Divine Sword and the Heavenly Saints. From the cracks in his cracked bones, infernal blood gushed out, quickly covering him. When the sticky tide receded, a crooked, cracked, crippled, ugly demon collapsed on the throne, like the mud left behind by some ignorant child's mischief.

Becoming an inferior demon is an indescribably uncomfortable experience, especially when this body is still a half-finished product. Fortunately, the half-finished tattered demon is still a form of the demon desire, otherwise there really isn't enough brain capacity for Feige to think normally. With all his strength, he could only open a small slit in his right eye, and his left eye was not made at all. The left half of the demon's body was like a melted candle, all glued and fused together. The only movable parts of the whole body are two small feet and a half-amputated right arm that barely raises at 40 degrees.

"Master, how did you become like this? How did you become a bad demon?" Crowley was trembling all over, looking left and right, as if trying to find something. "Master, does it mean that I will never be able to advance if you are lower than me? Also, where have all the demons gone outside? Are they all dead?"

"Bad ......" Feige tried to speak, but his voice was as unrecognizable as if it came from the mud of a swamp. Little Devil Crowley approached Fitch and pricked up his ears to listen, and he heard the word "Bad Devil". It shook its head, indicating that it didn't understand. But when Feige closed his eyes, he suddenly reached out and touched the armrest of the throne.

As the owner of the territory, Feige certainly knew about his move. What did Crowley want to do? Does he still have memories and feelings for this throne? Just as Feige was thinking about it, the little devil suddenly jumped up and ran out with a puff of smoke, faster than the rabbit that saw the wolf.

What was this for? However, there is a brainwashing education of the demon in front of him, and the little devil can't turn the sky. Although the body of this inferior demon is broken and weak, it is the foundation of all the devils in hell, and the core is the most basic, simple, and core rule of hell. Having such a body is good for understanding the various forms of the devil, including lust. Feige also wants to know how much potential can be tapped into by the soul of an empty shell.

You can only raise one right hand, which is actually enough, as long as you can use magic, one hand and one eye can complete the act of changing the world. Feige tries to polish the magic runes on the Bad Devil, but he soon discovers that only the Hell Runes can be cast. "Bad demons are simple bodies that are molded, too close to hell, so they can only carry the rules of hell. Well, a spell matrix composed entirely of hell runes is at least a complete system, let's make it and see what the effect is!"

There is still a week left before the next teleportation in the Yongli Continent, and this time is enough time for Fei Qi to polish the Hell Rune Matrix. Moreover, through the relationship between the inferior demons and hell, Feige also began to vaguely understand the relationship between the soul and the biological body. Why does the soul need a body to change the world, what role does the body play, what obstacles do it cause, and whether there is a way to improve it? Although Feige has now become an inferior demon, after the soul echo spell, his understanding of soul and magic is deeper, and his thinking is broader.

The Hell Rune Matrix was completed four days later, and the Bad Demon could finally use the magic cast by the Matrix to change positions on the throne, at least "sitting" up, rather than "paralyzing" there. At this moment, a large number of teleportation spells appeared in Feiqi's territory, and an army of demons led by the Deep Hell Purgatory came to the empty fortress and launched an attack.