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In the sea of ​​flowers, one by one, souls rise up.

The Great Sage couldn't understand what these spirits looked like. Unlike the current universe, where all intelligent races gravitate towards the King, in that era, countless people grew up to adapt to the local climate.

All sorts of souls stood up in the sea of ​​flowers, calling out the names of familiar faces, or embracing each other in the rain of petals, telling each other about what would happen in the future.

They failed, but "they" succeeded.

The sacrifices of this generation helped the world overcome one of its greatest crises. Although the future is not as bright as they had imagined, at least there is still a future.

In the sea of ​​flowers, Yishan met her old friend. They didn't speak and remained silent.

The atmosphere was extremely awkward. The two seemed to have endless things to say, but the moment they opened their mouths, they couldn't utter a single word.

“Thank you, Ishan…” Finally, the dark elf spoke, saying, “Thank you for finally reaching the end.”

He lowered his head slightly. This secret agent of the United Front, who served as a kind of "supervisor" in every expedition, solemnly said, "Thank you..."

Ishan didn't speak; he seemed to be holding back his tears, then he couldn't stop sobbing.

Perhaps such scenes are happening around every flower here: old friends who know each other, companions who died in front of them, they eventually gather together, telling each other about themselves and the future.

Seeing this, Xue Dinglu also smiled.

“Perhaps this is where the true significance of this technique lies,” Xue Dinglu said.

The God of Order handed over the Netherworld, which was originally created by the Mimic King, to him. It was not a subspace, but it had a similar function to the subspace. It was somewhat like another space, a virtual world that relied entirely on the Mimic King's original computing power.

This is the underworld, or you could call it a pure land, or an oasis... you could call it anything.

In essence, it is somewhat like the fairy tale world created by the Evil Eye, but it is more refined and stable than the fairy tale world because it preserves the souls of all the Star Squadrons.

Although these souls will gradually dissipate over time, and souls cannot exist in the world forever, the time they can be free and conscious is limited. The Mimic King created this Pure Land simply to prevent more people's souls from suffering in the Warp.

It's as if, although Ishan is a soul from 40 billion years ago, his memories are not long. In his memory, it's as if he just died and the next moment he entered Xue's body.

The ancient souls here are the same; they are forever "forcibly frozen" in the subspace rift. In this place where molecular movement is extremely distorted, their souls seem to have been imprisoned for 40 billion years.

What Xue Law wanted to do was simply to provide these heroes with final end-of-life care after their deaths.

Valhalla is essentially a virtual world that belongs to each individual, a product similar to a fairy tale world, and it will also be their final home.

Perhaps they will still be inside, and with time and activity, their souls will gradually dissipate, eventually transforming into the purest spiritual particles.

But in this "fairytale world" that belongs to each of them, they can accomplish everything they want to do.

To put it simply, the Hall of Heroes that Xue's Law is planning to build is an independent "my world" for each soul. They can accomplish anything in their own world, connect with others online, or live a good life together with more people in one world.

“Or perhaps, this Hall of Heroes could also be called ‘The Distant Ideal Land.’” Xue Dinglu stood in the sea of ​​flowers, smiling as he looked at the old man.

"Furthermore, although these seniors will retire in this idyllic place, if their juniors encounter problems they can't solve in the future, I think there will still be seniors willing to lend a helping hand to help those incompetent juniors solve some minor troubles," Xue Dinglu said.

"I want to place this Hall of Heroes in the very center of the academy. In the future, if any seniors are bored, they can invite students to come and amuse them, or take on a disciple, and entrust everything they once had to the future, just like you once did for me." Xue Dinglu said, slowly unfolding his plan.

Before the formation of the Great Void, the universe had no concept of a soul.

Because the essence of the soul is nothing more than a polymer of the spiritual particles of an intelligent being.

This is why only intelligent beings can possess a soul, and gradually grow to resemble a supreme being.

Without proper guidance, the souls of the dead will eventually drift to the deepest part of the subspace, which is the direction of the King.

Furthermore, along the way, it gradually dissipates until it transforms into the purest spiritual particles, continuing to become the purest chaotic energy for constructing the subspace.

It can be said that all existing power, soul, and foundation are miracles born from the balance between reverence for the king and nothingness.

The Divine Tree absorbs human corpses and souls, but only for the sake of spiritual particles.

When the Great Sage heard Xue's dream, he smiled and said, "If only I had such a grand ideal and the corresponding power back then."

“It’s not too late now, old man,” Xue Dinglu immediately retorted.

He looked at the ancient spirits who were still talking about their future, and Xue Dinglu opened his mouth and said, "Seniors, we are going home!"

All the souls looked this way and surged over.

This was actually a simple little program that Xue Law had added beforehand. It was like the people summoned by his Hellblood Heroic Spirit would receive a copy of Xue Law's self-made "Complete Collection of Modern Basic Common Sense" upon their arrival.

Although Xue Law doesn't know if there are any problems with the general knowledge he wrote, he'll just use it for now and revise it later if there are any issues.

This simple common sense, directly transmitted to the minds of each Heroic Spirit, is actually the most effective way for them to quickly understand the current situation and avoid unstable mental states such as "Who am I? Where am I? Are there any enemies?"

Soon enough, they all returned to the Hall of Heroes, which was also the "pure land" within Xue Luding's body.

After figuring out the situation in Valhalla, they would connect with people they knew online and spend their final days in this virtual world after death.

Once each person enters, their name, life story, and everything else will be recorded in Valhalla.

Perhaps in the future, as long as Xue's school doesn't close down, the stories of these martyrs will live on forever.

Even if Xue's school closes down, the successors who inherit this Hall of Heroes will still record these stories and let the stories of the martyrs be sung from generation to generation until they become obscure ancient myths and legends.

Or perhaps they were gender-modified, becoming some fan-made gender-modified beautiful girls in later generations to trick people into spending money?
A ridiculous idea suddenly popped into Xue's mind, and he quickly shook his head.

Although, based on rational calculations, this is actually the most likely outcome...

Little did anyone know that in a parallel universe on Earth, "Xercy" had been gender-bent countless times. At that moment, Xue's Law really had the same expression as Hercules seeing a certain black Hercules from a movie.

"I'm leaving too, Ishan." The dark elf Karl reached out and gave his old friend, whom he hadn't seen for 40 billion years, a final hug.

It may seem like yesterday to them, but now it is 40 billion years later.

"Don't cry. You are the true hero who saved the universe in the end. Cheer up, don't embarrass the members of the Fireseed." The dark elf laughed, released his old friend, waved, and said, "See you in Valhalla." "See you in Valhalla!" Ishan waved back.

The dark elf Karl entered Valhalla, and his story was recorded there.

“Dark Elf Karl, the commander of Expedition 13 and a secret agent of the United Front, died in action at the age of 42 during the first disaster the Fireseed was dealing with, when he failed to save the drone recovery platform despite his best efforts.”

……

Once the Seventh Expedition point was located, the remaining points were easy to find.

Xue Law remembered the formula that the God of Myriad Machines had calculated. By applying the formula in reverse, he could find the locations of the wreckage of other expeditions.

In just 40 billion years, many places have changed, and many people have changed as well.

But it doesn't matter, Xue's Law now has plenty of time to do these things slowly in subspace.

It was only then that Xue Dinglu understood why his mother could so easily find lost souls in the subspace. After death, a person's spirit particles would unconsciously head towards the end of the subspace to find the King, and then gradually dissipate along the way.

I don't know exactly where my mom's fishing spots are, but she always manages to catch some really heavyweight souls.

This is also an insight gained from Xue's Law's current activities in subspace.

He had located the remains of the 1st to 6th expeditions beforehand, and even found a soul among them that he could hardly believe.

A soul that has never appeared, but has served as the strongest background character in countless stories.

"God of all machines..." Xue Dinglu murmured.

"Perhaps I prefer you to call me the Silicon-based King," the God of Machines even joked.

He was an inorganic life form, or rather, a silicon-based life form, and it was they who completed the most primal research on magic elements (spiritual particles) in that era.

The God of Myriad Machines is the one who appears most frequently in the background, and can even be considered as half of the King's father.

But when the God of All Machines learned that his formula had given birth to something called "King," his first reaction was: "This is not scientific!"

"This is unreasonable!"

"My equation was clearly meant to cut through the vast void of the universe, so how did this thing appear? What's the principle behind it?" The God of Myriad Machines bombarded Xue's Law with a series of questions, leaving even him bewildered.

Xue's law could only stammer; he certainly couldn't answer it.

Finally, he went to Valhalla because he seemed to have suddenly become very interested in the spirit particles of this era, and then prepared to continue his research on spirit particles.

Xue's Law secretly prayed that the parameters in the simulated world of the Mimic King would be realistic enough...

Otherwise, the problem that even a silicon-based monarch could not solve by tearing a cable might actually be due to the discrepancy between the virtual and real worlds, which would be truly absurd.

At the same time, Xue's law also borrowed a lot of power by using his authority of "unity", and these powers will become his help in the future.

The power of unity is also one of Xue's trump cards.

Then, Xue Luding rushed to the ruins of the Eighth Expedition Team again. This time, a sea of ​​flowers covered the ruins, and Xue Luding successfully summoned the Liar Monster of the Thirteenth Expedition Team, as well as more than a hundred other predecessors.

From then on, Xue's Law actually became more and more successful.

From the wreckage of Expedition 9, Xue Dinglu summoned the spirit of the Bone Dragon...

At the wreckage of Expedition 10, the spirits of Strange Eye, Treant Domini, Ghost, Insect King, Catfish, Minotaur, and Necromancer appeared simultaneously.

They smiled at each other, then embraced, sharing the common-sense information about the future that Xue's Law had provided them.

Among them, the catfish was probably the happiest.

The agent, whose mission was to protect the beacon, cried like a fool.

As for Domini, he only apologized to Ishan in the end.

They remained close together; these two, from completely different races, were the best of friends, childhood buddies.

Xue's Law continued forward, summoning the orc Locke and the navigator Avril.

And when Xue Lude finally returned to the altar star, which was once the Mist Council, he saw the God of Order and the Void perfectly balanced like Yin and Yang. Under the God of Order's "Are you sick? Why did you come here like this?" look, Xue Lude once again used the Heroic Spirit Summoning.

This is actually the person he most wants to summon.

In this situation where the God of Order and the Void Monster were perfectly balanced, the God of Order's rational thinking crashed the next moment, going from doubt to astonishment to confusion, and even almost losing the balance with the Void.

Amidst the sea of ​​flowers, a frail old woman emerged.

She seemed very old, as old as a withered tree, and her whole being seemed to suffer from dementia. She was completely different from the other heroic spirits, as if she had completely lost her original agility and vitality, and had become completely lifeless.

However, Xue's Law smiled.

This one, perhaps, is his true target.

Those who died on the altar star did not include the apostles who were swallowed by the void.

After all, if you're swallowed by nothingness, then there's really nothing left.

In other circumstances, the Lord of the Mist will not allow any other deaths on this planet.

Therefore, barring special circumstances, there are only two "heroic spirits" here.

One of them was Ishan, the last member of Expedition 13.

The other person is the one that Xue Law truly wanted to call upon.

“Fogg…” Ishan looked at the old woman before her and uttered her name with difficulty. (End of Chapter)