infodatos Chapter 172 The Light of the Soul
Chapter 172 The Light of the Soul
Chapter 172 The Light of the Soul
"From the unknowable sublime, the gateway to dimensions, the embodiment of art and fantasy."
"Your devout believer prays to you for guidance and response..."
Looking down upon all things from a dimension above, Cyril cast his gaze toward the ethereal, dreamlike prayers in his ears, but could only see a blurry image, like a piece of paper with paint smeared into a mess after being soaked in water.
He tried to pulsate his spirituality and spread his mental energy, but it only made the image slightly clearer.
"So, the connection really does weaken...?"
"This is just outside Backlund. If we go any further, completely outside the territory of Backlund, I probably won't even be able to hear this prayer anymore."
After estimating the limits of how well he could respond to the prayers, Sirion spread his spirituality, established a connection with the ethereal prayers in his ears, and responded.
"Well done."
A horse-drawn carriage parked by the roadside on the outskirts of Backlund.
House, wearing a woolen overcoat and a round felt hat, suddenly stopped praying. A hazy light flashed in his pale blue and unusually clear eyes, and illusory, layered sounds echoed in his ears.
"Well done."
"One of the essentials of combat is to observe the environment at all times and not be negligent in the slightest. Combat itself is just a means; the essence of this discipline lies in scholarship."
"Remember it, practice it; this will help you digest the 'Fighting Scholar' potion more quickly."
House's breathing quickened, and he appeared unusually excited, muttering to himself:
"Praise be to you, the gateway to dimensions; extol you, the embodiment of art and fantasy..."
Even after that gaze, seemingly cast from an infinitely distant world, disappeared, he did not cease his praise and eulogy.
Just like the most devout and fervent believers.
From a higher dimension, Cyril, who noticed this scene, slightly raised an eyebrow.
"He seems to be getting more and more fanatical. Is this a result of accumulating corruption, or a change brought about by spiritual acceptance?"
"I have a feeling that his fanaticism for his faith has now reached the point where he is willing to trample on his own moral bottom line. In his heart, there is nothing more important or noble than faith."
After whispering, he inexplicably thought of Father Utravsky in the Harvest Church.
When helping the other party resolve negative personality issues, in order to increase the success rate, Father Utravsky not only told Cyrien about the extraordinary abilities of the "Dawn Knight," but also recounted his own past in detail.
According to the other party's own account, Father Utravsky transformed from a vicious pirate into a gentle, peaceful, and life-loving priest in a very short period of time after meeting the missionaries of the "Mother Earth" church.
"I don't really believe that anyone can lay down their butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the spot, but there are indeed people in this world who have gone mad after confronting evil gods."
Become a fanatical admirer of the other party.
"In particular, Father Utravsky happened to be a chosen one of the 'Earth Mother Goddess'."
He whispered a few words, then reached into the void in front of him and pulled out a gold coin, which then bounced into the air with a clang.
After the gold coin tumbled a few times in the air, he caught it steadily with his hand and then opened his palm.
Face up indicates approval!
"As expected, there is no essential difference between the righteous gods and evil gods in this world. It's just that one advocates sustainable development while the other is more inclined to exploit resources to the point of exhaustion."
As he whispered, his figure rapidly faded and collapsed, disappearing from this dimension in the blink of an eye, his spirit returning to his body.
In the chair in front of the desk, Sirion stretched and stood up.
After looking around, he straightened his hair and muttered to himself:
"Adam, are you there?"
"I'm a little curious, what's the connection between religious fanaticism and personality shifts? Are they both part of the pollution?"
"Father Utravsky in the Harvest Church, and House, who now fanatically believes in me—are they still the same people they were before?"
His voice trailed off for a while before a slow, gentle voice finally rose from the depths of his heart:
"From the perspective of the essence of mind and life, they have always been themselves, only with different inclinations."
"The human mind is like a clear and tranquil lake. External influences are like paint poured into the lake. A small amount of color will be diluted, while a large amount of intense color will change the underlying color of the lake."
"In the realm of the mind, I call this 'lake' of the mind the light of the mind."
"The light of the soul?"
Cyril murmured thoughtfully, suddenly having a feeling that the spiritual light Adam spoke of seemed to be very important to him.
Adam's voice did not stop because of his murmur; he continued speaking in the same tone:
"If we consider the light of a newborn's soul as a blank sheet of paper, then as they grow up, their personalities solidify, and their thinking takes shape, the light of their soul becomes a colorful painting."
"At this point, the light of the soul may still gain or lose some color with time and growth, but overall it will not change much."
"But if it is an angel, a true god, or even an existence above the order of rank and level that is high enough, it can still easily change the underlying color of their spiritual light. This is the difference in the essence of life."
"The changes you mentioned, such as Father Utravsky and House, are examples of how the underlying nature of the light of the soul was distorted by a higher being, resulting in a new bias. They would wholeheartedly identify with the new ideas and continuously move closer to them."
"This is an irreversible change, like a painting that has already been painted. You can't make the existing colors disappear; you can only cover them up with other colors."
After a slight pause, the voice belonging to Adam deep within added:
"True death and rebirth can wash away all distortions in the light of the soul, similar to the concept of reincarnation in your memory."
"But on a spiritual level, it's more like becoming a completely different person."
Cyril blinked and asked curiously:
Does reincarnation really exist?
Adam: "Perhaps. This belongs to the realm of the 'River of Eternal Darkness.' Salinger and the Netherworld beings from the Western Continent in your memory might know something about it."
Cyril nodded thoughtfully, then asked:
"Do I need to pay a price for this knowledge?"
"You've already paid the price."
Adam's voice remained gentle, but gradually became ethereal, as if it were fading away.
I've already paid the price? When?
Adam seems to be different in his answers to my questions lately. Is it a problem with the virtual personality?
Cyril frowned slightly, a series of thoughts flashing through his mind, but he quickly put them aside.
On the other side, half a street away.
Wearing a classic black robe, a top hat, and gold-rimmed glasses, Verdu García, who exuded the air of a university professor, stepped down from a public carriage.
He raised his hand to adjust the top hat on his head, quickly looked around, then found his direction and walked to the end of the street.
Half a minute later, he stopped in front of the gate of a three-story house with red walls and a pointed roof, a glint of dawn flashing in his azure eyes.
He both hoped that the young Abraham, who had just made contact with the Presbyterian Church, would have a way to resolve the terrible words spoken during the full moon, and worried that it was a trap set for Abraham's family.
After taking a deep breath and calming himself down, he raised his hand to ring the doorbell, but the door was opened from the inside with a click, and Irving, wearing a crossbody bag and a round hat, appeared behind the door, ready to go out.
He wasn't surprised to see someone standing outside the door. The Joker's "intuitive premonition" made him aware of the other person's presence before he even opened the door, and he had already pictured the person's appearance in his mind.
His gaze lingered briefly on the other person's azure eyes before he nodded politely and said:
"Hello, how can I help you?"
Verdu also scrutinized Irving, especially noticing his similarly blue eyes. Hearing Irving's question, he smiled and replied:
"My name is Verdu Garcia, and you're Irving?"
"It's me." Owen's eyes lit up, and he quickly stepped aside to make way for the other person to enter the house. Verdu did not go in directly, but glanced around first before stepping through the door.
In the living room, Owen carefully closed the doors and windows and drew the curtains before sitting back down on the sofa with two freshly brewed cups of coffee. He looked at the member of the Abraham family elders with great curiosity. He had originally thought that the elders of the family elders would be an old man with white or black hair, but he looked to be only in his thirties.
Are all the elders in the council as young as you?
Verdu shook his head with a wry smile: "No, but there are more and more elders like me who are getting younger."
"The family's situation is far worse than you imagine..."