Dali Einfoot stopped breathing, and his soul fell into the abyss again, where there was no touch, no breathing, and an eerie light pierced through the thick fog here.

There is no doubt that this is not the world of the living, and this time the feeling is completely different from the last time I fainted, and I am afraid that I will never be able to return to the world of the living.

An extremely deep voice came from afar:

"Dali Einfurt, this is another world, and I live in seclusion here.

My messenger is about to arrive, and it will lead you forward, do not be afraid, we will meet soon. ”

"Who are you?" Dalí asked fearfully, and no one answered his question.

There was the sound of wings flapping in the air, and Dalí looked at the sky, and two huge green dots of light could be seen faintly in the thick fog, which were the eyes of some kind of monster, which were getting closer and closer, resembling the gargoyles depicted in mythological stories, with a vicious face, strong limbs, and sharp claws, completely different from the strange creatures seen after the last time they fainted.

The terrifying creature seemed to possess intelligence, and its movements were not savage, but rather graceful, raising its huge claws to gently grasp Dali's soul, and then stirring up its massive wings to swift through the dark realm.

The scenery below can only be described as strange and indescribable, as they flew over countless razor-like peaks and unclean rivers, and as they climbed in height, Dalí could no longer see what was below, and after a long time, the speed of the monster gradually slowed down.

The gargoyle-shaped monster flew towards an island that floated in the air, and a towering lighthouse stood in the middle of the island, and the monster gently placed Dali's soul body on the balcony on the top floor of the lighthouse, and then it flew away, disappearing in the fog.

Everything here is touchable by the soul body, and Dali tried to touch the monster statue on the guardrail, feeling the coolness oozing from the old stone, and then he cautiously pushed open the only heavy wooden door on the balcony.

Inside the door is a large, quaint and elegant library, surrounded by tall wooden bookshelves filled with all kinds of old books.

The objects burning in the fireplace emitted an eerie blue flame, hundreds of candles on the roof illuminated the room, and a man in a rich robe sat on the desk in the center of the library, a kind-faced old man, with thick white hair trimmed neatly trimmed, and a loose robe with gold patterns on a white background set off the image of an erudite scholar, who was flipping through a thick book and looked like an otherworldly hermit.

"Hello, Dalí Einfurt from Valstad, a soul walker like no other, I didn't expect to meet so soon, the last time I saw you floating on the sea through the eyes of the messenger."

The deep voice was extremely charming, and the old man raised his head, and a pair of sharp eyes under his white eyebrows radiated a dazzling golden light.

(It was not human, but some other being, something beyond the ordinary.) ）

"Who are you?" Dali asked.

The old man had a kind face and a gentle tone, and was full of patience with this guest:

"Soul Walker, my real name needs to be interpreted in the language of my own people, and it cannot be read in the language of humans, I have entered your memory, I know that you love to read, and you are considered a polymath among the human race, and I believe that you, as a Valstadian, must have read the myths and legends of your own people.

My existence has been mentioned countless times in some of humanity's ancient narrative epics, and human authors have created countless names for me, but those are not my real name, and in the mythology and language of your Valstas, I am called Otakus. ”

Dalí was shocked, "Oh my God, you are Otakus, the god of wisdom on the library tower?" You are one of the main gods of Valsta mythology, an immortal and stargazer who lives forever in the other world...... A true God? ”

"Yes, as you understand it, I have been given many honorific titles in different cultures, and I am indeed the Immortal, the God of Wisdom, the Ancestor of the Astrologers, and the Stargazer Otacus mentioned in the mythology of Valsta, and theologians tend to describe me as a powerful human being, who has been trained to become a god.

But I am not human, nor am I as glorious as the myth says, I am just an intelligent being who is stronger than you humans, I am not unique, and I have many compatriots, my people come from beyond the stars where you live, and the knowledge and power of my people are far beyond the scope of human comprehension, so the first human beings revered us as gods. ”

The old man raised his pale hand and pointed to the surrounding bookshelves, and he said triumphantly:

As you can see, the shelves are full of your human works, these are my precious collections, human beings are really very unique intelligent beings, your own strength is quite fragile, and your life is very short, but you have created an incomparably large number of art and cultural works, and the study of interesting human culture and history is my hobby, and it is also the reason why I have stayed here and not returned home. ”

Dali did not dare to doubt what the old man said, he exuded the aura of a strong man, he was just an ant in front of him, and he was grateful that this legendary great god was so patient with him.

He knelt down and faced this legendary god or a powerful being from another planet, and he couldn't help but bow down to this powerful being:

The old man stood up and put a beautifully bound book back on the shelf, and he smiled kindly:

"Your human rituals are quite interesting, but it doesn't mean anything to me, you can be casual and I can answer your questions slowly." After speaking, the old man pointed to the high-backed chair next to him and motioned for Dalí to sit there.

Dali sat down respectfully and asked, "I heard you call me a Soul Walker, and I don't know anything about this title myself, is it because my soul can be separated from the body?" ”

"That's right, exactly.

The first time your soul left the body and appeared in this otherworld, my messenger quickly smelled your soul, and my delight in your appearance, mortal. ”

"I am honored to be honored to please you.

I dare to ask, do you mean the kind of monster I saw when I first came to the other world, it was a huge crow with terrifying eyes like a squid, and it scared me out last time.

By the way, and the monster that flew me this time, it looked like the gargoyle mentioned in the mythology of Valsta! ”

"That's right, those are the ancient creatures of your world, they are all apex predators, they exist far older than the first humans, I have controlled them, given them the power and the ability to enter the other world, and let them serve me, just like you humans keep pets.

After you fainted, one of them told me your message, and I was delighted that there had not been a man as gifted as you in a thousand years. Did you know that your own bloodline is very precious and rare? ”

"No, I dare not trespass in front of your divine might, my family is indeed one of the oldest nobles in the Valstad Peninsula, and history has called us ancient nobles 'blue-blooded nobles'.

But I know very well that it is just a hypocritical name, the so-called blue blood is just because we nobles do not have to work in the fields and their complexion is white and transparent, so in the crook of the arm can be faintly seen blue veins, and the blood itself is still red, so those titles are just false names, and they are made up by nobles to show that they are nobler than commoners. ”

"You're right, but you're not entirely right, what if I told you that you also have a very small part of the same blood flowing in your body as mine, which is what you humans call 'divine blood'?"

With that, the old man pointed to himself.

Dali was a little puzzled, he thought about it, and asked cautiously:

"Excuse me, is it possible that the blue-blooded nobleman and the god-blooded are the same thing?"

The old man nodded, and he was very pleased with the question asked by Dalí:

"Very good, you are really quick-witted, you guessed right, the blood of our race is blue, and the body structure is completely different from that of humans, as I said at the beginning, our race is a more powerful life from the other side of the starry sky, and you can't understand the reason why you call our race 'God'.

My original appearance is completely inconsistent with your human aesthetics, but fortunately I can create illusions for myself as I like, and weak beings can't see through my true body at all, so I appear in the most acceptable appearance for you, this kind and wise old man image is my usual vision, which is why I was called 'the stargazer in the library tower' by the ancient Valstads. ”

The old man raised one of his arms, and the appearance of that arm gradually faded, and then many huge writhing tentacles appeared, so frightened that Dali almost hid behind the chair, but fortunately, those disgusting and sticky tentacles quickly disappeared, turning back into the old man's dry and pale hands in the gorgeous sleeves.

"I don't mean to scare you, human, just to make you understand that my original appearance is completely out of line with your aesthetics, so that you can understand why I am camouflaging myself with illusions."

The old man's expression suddenly looked a little sly, and he quipped:

"Since my true appearance is so disgusting to mankind and incompatible with your aesthetics, the gods depicted in the frescoes of the human sanctuary are all glorious and beautiful, but my image is somewhat like the devil or other monsters in the frescoes.

I'd like to ask you a question, Soul Walker, a question I'm interested in, are you willing to call me a 'god' instead of a 'monster', despite the horror of my true form? ”

"No...... Don't dare, I have seen your great power, it is as magical as the 'magic' mentioned in mythology, your body is more beautiful than humans, you are the greatest god, there is no doubt about it! ”

The old man listened with interest to Dalí's hypocritical compliment, and his expression of satisfaction showed that he was interested in the human flattery.

The atmosphere eased, and Dalí was no longer so nervous, and he boldly asked:

"Whether it is a blue-blooded nobleman or a god-bloodline, I don't know anything about the true reason for these claims, great god, I thirst for the truth, and I beg you to answer my questions."