"Then I will briefly explain the truth about the 'Divine Bloodline' and 'Blue Blood Nobles' in your human mouths." The old man returned to his desk and sat down, and said:

"Once upon a time, my ancestors followed a group of people who loved to explore the unknown and who called themselves 'Travelers'.

One day, they came to this beautiful star where intelligent life existed, and the travelers were fascinated by humanity, which was surrounded by powerful enemies and was in danger of extinction. In order to ensure that this precious species survives in the harsh environment, travelers helped primitive human villages resist the invasion of other powerful creatures, so our people are revered as 'gods'.

Some travelers are so fanatical about humanity that they even have children with humans, these first half-breeds look like monsters to humans today, but at the time these hybrids were precious 'godblood', their blue blood surging in their bodies, their strength and wisdom far exceeded that of ordinary humans, and they also used some of our abilities, which you humans later called 'magic'.

These half-breeds continued to intermarry with other humans, and after several generations of half-blood, they looked more and more like normal humans, until they could no longer distinguish them from each other in appearance, but at that time these half-breeds still retained the blue blood of our race, and their strength was far greater than that of ordinary people.

Nowadays, most of your so-called 'blue-blooded nobles' are vain people who try to make a name for themselves as you said, but those half-blood descendants who have inherited the power of our clan are indeed real, and they are the real blue-blooded nobles.

Several of these half-breeds were among the best of the best, and they used their physical and magical powers to rise to become the first rulers of human civilization.

For example, the first emperor of the Valstad Empire you know - Salorliere Midnet, the descendants of this emperor gradually lost the power of our race in thousands of years of reproduction, the blue blood gradually faded and disappeared, and finally became no different from mortals, the Valstad Empire also became fragmented, and now the descendants of the Midknight family only rule a small principality.

The same is true of your Ainfurt family, whose ability as a soul walker is due to the remnants of the blue-blooded bloodline. Even I don't know how it works, in the human world, there are long since the blue blood and the power of magic are gone, and I wonder why atavistic individuals like you suddenly appeared, which is why I am interested in you. ”

Dalí's worldview, which had been formed for more than twenty years, was rapidly collapsing, and he listened to the old man's words with absolute reverence, not daring to have the slightest doubt.

He looked at his translucent soul body, he had long been suspicious of the strange things he had experienced, and he longed to hear the truth.

"Dare to ask you again, I want to know more about 'Soul Walker'."

The old man seemed to enjoy it, and still patiently explained to him:

"In the age of your existence, those powerful families with the blood of gods have degenerated to the point that they are not much different from ordinary humans because of their intermarriage with mortals.

You are an exception, Dali Einfurt, you are one of the lucky ones, and although your blood has degenerated red and your body is no different from that of mortals, the great spiritual power that your ancestors once possessed has miraculously reappeared in you! I'm quite obsessed with this.

Every life has a soul, the soul is a kind of energy body that carries spiritual thoughts and memories, ordinary human beings, like ordinary animals, will be lost in an instant after the end of their lives, because their spiritual strength is very weak, not enough to maintain the huge energy required to maintain the soul form.

And your powerful spiritual energy is enough to maintain your soul form for a long time, and your soul can even walk around in the other world, which is why I call you 'Soul Walker'.

The first time I discovered your presence was when you fainted at sea, and through the eyes of the messenger, I pointed out to you where your body was to help you return to the world. Because I can't bear the miracle of life like yours to die there silently. ”

Only then did Dalí know that the road as bright as the stars was paved by the old man in front of him, no matter how terrible his real image was, he was his benefactor after all, and Dalí knelt down on one leg to pay respect.

The old man waved his hand to signal that he did not need to be polite, and continued:

"I originally had other arrangements, but I didn't expect you to usher in death so soon, I sent a messenger to welcome your soul, and this is our meeting now."

Dalí asked, somewhat confused:

"Forgive me for trespassing, great God. Can't you predict the future? Can't you see my fate? Dalí regretted it as soon as he finished asking, his words were questioning God's power, and it was a rude and stupid question.

The golden light in the old man's eyes remained soft, without the slightest change, and did not seem to be angry at Dali's rudeness, and he replied:

"As far as I know, no life can see the future and predict destiny, not even me. I am a much more powerful being than humans, and I am revered by you as a god, but I do not have the ability to foresee.

I agree with one of your human words, 'ill-fated', the future has countless possibilities, and I can only guess the future as much as I can through thinking, but I can never predict it. ”

Seeing that he was not angry, Dalí finally relaxed, and he had now made up his mind to make his request, and once again knelt down and begged:

"Great God, Great Stargazer, My Great Benefactor Otaku. I pray that you will give me a second life, because I still have an unresolved grudge in this world, and if you can give me a chance to avenge me, I will serve you with all my soul power! ”

A look of disappointment flashed in the old man's kind countenance, and he said:

"Even though you are a soul walker that is rare among human beings for a thousand years, you still can't compare to your powerful ancestors, I overestimate your spiritual power, and your soul form can't last too long.

Originally, I wanted you to be my assistant and take you on a trip. ”

"I'm sorry I let you down with my incompetence."

"I can help you fulfill those requests of you, after all, your appearance has added some surprises to my boring life, and I will help you.

It will be easy for me to repair a human body, but I will not interfere too much in your mortal affairs, and your vendetta will be settled by yourself.

Besides, I will soon be leaving here to return home, my companions have already traveled to other places, if you count your time, I have been here alone for thousands of years, human culture can no longer arouse my interest, soon I will leave with all the research results, I will explore other unknown civilizations with my people.

Finally, I would like to ask you, are you willing to accept some price to fulfill your resurrection wishes? ”

Dalí replied categorically, "Yes, I am willing to pay any price in exchange for this opportunity to be born again." ”

The old man was very pleased with his answer:

"Excellent! But I warn you, with your mental strength, you can only withstand death once, and after this resurrection, if you die again, you will be like any other mortal, and even I will not be able to save you at that time. ”

Dalí's answer was even more firm:

"I will not die for recklessness again, I will cherish this hard-won opportunity to be reborn, and as for the revenge of blood relatives, I will wait for the opportunity more patiently."

"Very pragmatic thoughts, so that you can be worthy of your precious blood. Without further ado, your corpse is still rotting in the dirt, so we'd better get off right away. ”

With that, the old man chanted some strange words towards the empty canvas on the easel, and then a black vortex appeared on the canvas.

Dali looked at this miraculous phenomenon with fear and curiosity in his heart, and asked, "What is this?" Could it be the power of magic? ”

The old man nodded, beckoned him to follow, and then walked into the vortex and disappeared.

In the face of an unknown fate, Dali has no other choice but to strengthen his faith and move forward all the way.