Truth is the foundation of all things in the world, and all space and matter are composed of truths. And God is God because they hold the truth. Every god can feel the truth as soon as they grasp it, whatever it has to do with their truth, no matter how far away. And every god must uphold their truth, and if anyone dares to disobey the truth, he is challenging the God who holds that truth.

Walidri had just sensed that a man who had broken a poisonous oath against him had broken a contract that had been counted over the years. He also punished them according to the covenants made by them. It's just that when he punished the person who broke the contract, something went wrong. The violator of the contract was not punished, and the hellfire he sent out was completely gone. Even he, the god, didn't understand how he had disappeared.

However, Wallidri would not let go of this man who dared to challenge the truth, and his mind moved. A series of hellfires reappeared. Walk through the Void and drop straight onto a location on the continent of Censherth.

The black hellfire reappeared, like a maggot on the tarsal bones, and fell directly on Horn. And the round key once again absorbed all of these hellfires. Like a mud cow entering the sea silently.

Validri in the temple felt it at the same time. The divine mind was moving, and the continuous infernal fire disappeared silently. In the end, Wallidri's feelings, which had not been touched for a long time, fluctuated a little. He even considered using a more powerful divine punishment to destroy the one who broke the contract. Only this would be completely contrary to the truth. His punishment can only be inflicted on the terms set by the contractor. If he goes beyond that boundary, he will go against what he has the truth. There is a price to be paid for violating the truth, and this price may be abandoned by the truth, that is, he will lose the truth he holds, and if he loses the truth, then he will not be God. God is the Lord of the Truth, not the Composer. Truth is immutable, it can only be grasped and utilized. Not even God.

Walidri was silent, not starting a hellfire. It was just a little golden light from the temple, passing through the layers of void and falling straight down to the continent of Chenses......

In the inn, the round key grew a lot bigger as it continued to absorb the hellfire. When the hellfire stops. It has become the size of a watermelon, and the faint patterns on the surface are all clear. It's like a knife carving an axe. The round key snapped and burst into a flash of light. The pattern on the surface automatically rotates by one angle. In an instant, two clouds of light, one black and one white, flew out of it. The light hovered around the room for a while, and as if attracted by something, it sank directly into Horn's head and disappeared. The round key the size of a watermelon also faded and lay quietly beside Horn.

Dark, darker than the darkest night. There was no light, no sound, no up, down, left or right. A qiē freezes, and even time freezes. This is Horn's space of consciousness.

Horn tried to move his body, but found that he couldn't move no matter how hard he tried, and he didn't even respond with a little finger. I tried to make a sound, but I found that I couldn't even open my mouth. There was nothing in front of me, only consciousness. In this space, where there is no time and any materiality, the silence makes people go crazy. There is no time and no reference, one second is exactly the same as ten thousand years, there is no difference. Horn was full of fear, he didn't know how long he was going to stay in this space that could drive people crazy, maybe he could get out the next moment, maybe he would be imprisoned forever.

Just when Horn was about to go crazy. A hole suddenly cracked in the space above, and the void space was slightly brighter. Horn desperately tried to get out of the hole. I just can't move.

Suddenly, two rays of light shot into the hole, one black and one white. As soon as the light entered, the hole disappeared with it. The space was still dark as usual, only with two more rays of light.

After the light swirled in the space for a while, it gradually moved closer to Horn, who didn't understand what it was, wanted to move but couldn't, and could only watch them gradually integrate into his body.

Horn was a little panicked, but a little expectant. In this empty space, something is better than nothing. It's just that what these two are and what they want to do, they are all mysteries.

After the two rays of light merged into Horn's body, suddenly, Horn's body burst into a ball of light, which was black on one side and white on the other. And the lights are repelling each other. Sometimes it's the black light that gradually takes over most of the body, and sometimes it's the white light that counterattacks. A protracted tug-of-war began between the two sides. Everyone wants to destroy the other, but they can't do anything about it.

In this tug-of-war, Horn gradually felt pain, and his whole body felt as if it had been torn apart. But the body still couldn't move, and could only let the pain continue to torment the nerves. The whole person is about to split in half.

Black and white are constantly switching between them, and the frequency is getting faster and faster. Finally, Horn felt a rippling pain. The whole person cracked in the middle, and the two rays of light flew out again, circling back and forth around Horn.

Horn's pain suddenly disappeared, and the whole person was extremely relaxed. However, the moment he felt the light fly out, something seemed to be missing from his whole body, but he didn't know what it was. And there was a strange feeling that those two rays of light seemed to be a part of themselves. Wherever the light passed, I could feel it at the beginning, and I could even see the whole of myself clearly. It's like another person looking at themselves from another angle, and it's like Horn splitting into three, each of which is independent, but whatever one sees, the other two can feel it.

There are two more "selves" at once, which makes Horn very uncomfortable. Tentatively calling out the two rays of light with his consciousness, but received no response. Horn had a faint intuition that the two rays of light in front of him were two pure energy bodies, without any consciousness. Is this the consequence of drinking the potion of rebirth?" Horn asked himself, confused.

In the space of empty consciousness, there is no notion of time. I don't know how much time passed, Horn suddenly felt the space tremble. Countless cracks followed. After a snap, it shattered like an eggshell.

After losing the confinement of space, Horn suddenly saw his surroundings clearly. I was still in the room of the post station, and the room had not changed at all. There was still a person lying on the ground, take a closer look. The one in front of him had chestnut hair and was wearing an ordinary adventurer's robe. The facial features are distinct, and the edges and corners are well-defined. Not handsome, but also delicate. Isn't it himself? Horn was confused.

The man on earth is Horn, so who am I?

After thinking about it for a moment, Horn suddenly understood that he was now in a state of soul.

After understanding, Horn touched himself in a new way, as usual. I was touching myself on the ground, but I felt empty. It's like touching the air. After trying the other items, it's all the same. Horn realized that the soul state was a pure spiritual body, and it was unable to touch physical matter.

Horn hadn't experienced anything like that. Started to "swim" around, why do you say "swim", because Horn felt like he was in the water. Although I can't touch the substance, I always feel something sticking to my body around me, and it is not so convenient to move.

After swimming out of the room, start looking around. At this time, the post station was full of people, most of whom were adventurers. Most of these adventurers come in groups. The station is on the way to the Wailing Mountains, and most of the travelers who stay are staying at the same destination. The Wailing Mountains are too dangerous, and the average adventurer who does not go in a group is basically and killed.

Horn observed the crowd and could see what they were doing, but he couldn't hear a sound. There is still a faint ghost fire in everyone's head, and that little ghost fire is actually everyone's soul. It was like watching a silent pantomime, which made Horn uncomfortable. After watching it for a while, I lost interest. Then swim towards the rooftop. Easily walk through the rooftop and enter the pure sky in front of you. The sun hangs above the sky. Horn stared at the sun, not as glaring as usual, it looked like a large fireball burning.

The surrounding scenery is drab and lacks color, all in black and white. The forest in the distance also lost its green clothes, black, like an old man on the verge of death, lifeless.

Under the purity of the sky, Horn suddenly noticed that the surroundings were densely covered with very tiny particles that were too small to see. It was purely Horn's intuition. These tiny particles are filled with powerful energy. It's the same particles that stick to Horn and make it difficult for him to move.

"Could this be the elemental?" a thought flashed, and Horn suspected that the particles were what the magician was talking about, and that these elements were the source of the magician's magic. The magician absorbs these elements and transforms them into magic.

The so-called magical perception is actually the perception of the elements. The more elements are perceived and absorbed, the more powerful the magic and the more terrifying the magic becomes. Therefore, for a magician, how many elements can be perceived determines the level of this magician.

Horn didn't know much about these elements, but felt them intuitively. Looking around, I didn't find anything interesting. Boredom, he swam to the sky, he wanted to see what the world was like.

He swam and swam until Horn felt exhausted, then stopped. At this time, Horn found that the two balls of light, one black and one white, were also coming up with him. Just looking at the floating trajectory of the ball of light, it was not affected by the elements at all, and it floated freely.

At this time, Horn could feel that the two orbs of light seemed to be agitated. They kept circling and dancing, as if something was attracting them somewhere.

Horn didn't know what was going on, but he still thought to him, "If you want to go, go and take it."

The two orbs of light seemed to understand Horn's thoughts. Suddenly turned into a ray of light and disappeared directly into the void.