Chapter 167: The Self-Cultivation of a Superior

Standing before tens of thousands of souls, Silas, holding his long spear, spoke in a majestic and deep voice: "Lost and ignorant souls, you have shed your past and embraced a new life. Standing here, there is no distinction of status, no nobility or lowliness, no hierarchy among you. You are all my people."

"Gratitude to my Lord!" The numerous souls, their hearts at peace, lowered their heads and responded in unison.

"This is my Lord's divine kingdom. Regardless of your life before, here you can obtain eternal peace and the gospel of redemption. Do not be nervous, do not be restrained. Release your souls; this is your eternal home. Wander in the mist, linger in death, traverse dreams, gallop in the cold wind. Wherever my divine power reaches, there is your place of rest."

"My Lord's divine might is everlasting!" All the souls were incomparably stirred and joyful upon hearing this, and they roared in unison.

Nodding with satisfaction, Silas finally said, "Disperse then! If any among you wish to become my warriors, you may seek out Chuck and Pamela."

With that, Silas's body transformed into a wisp of mist and disappeared.

With Silas's departure, the heavy oppressive aura in the entire air gradually dissipated.

All the souls let out a deep sigh of relief. Although their Lord was very merciful and tolerant, that superior presence was truly too powerful.

Chuck, on this side, announced loudly, "Those who wish to become my Lord's warriors can come here to register. We will first conduct a count and then report to my Lord. If you are fortunate enough, you may receive the power of frost bestowed by my Lord himself and gain the qualification to ride the Wolf of the Cold Wind."

"Male and female warriors are to be separated. Male warriors go to Chuck, female warriors come to me!" Pamela, beside him, raised her long spear and shouted, not to be outdone.

Among these souls, there were many who were envious. Hearing these calls, they were immediately overjoyed and gathered around, wanting to become those impressive warriors.

Of course, most of the souls did not want to continue fighting but wished to sleep peacefully.

Because most of them had already been very tired in their previous lives, for example, Ron.

He didn't know why, but he was already thoroughly tired of strife, even hating all thought. He felt an endless fatigue at this moment, as if he had overdrawn his post-death energy while alive.

Driven by instinct, he came to the side of an ice tombstone, reached out and gently touched it. The gold on his soul gradually introverted, gathered, and focused in his eyes, while his body turned an icy blue and even seemed to be burning with an eerie blue ghost fire, transforming into a ghost-like appearance.

Ron didn't mind this appearance because he didn't feel any discomfort at this moment. On the contrary, he felt very comfortable due to the transformation of his form.

Slowly closing his eyes, Ron's soul gradually transformed into a wisp of cold wind and merged into this ice tombstone, falling into a deep sleep.

In a gust of cold wind, Ron disappeared, and a deep blue, strange symbol was left on that ice tombstone.

The other souls now seemed to have also found the trick. Several thousand souls could be seen rapidly transforming into a ghost form and merging into ice tombstones, falling asleep.

Although the tombstones didn't look large, they seemed to possess immense space for souls.

Dozens of souls could be seen simultaneously entering one tombstone to sleep, leaving behind more than forty deep blue symbols on the outside.

And these forty-odd symbols only occupied two-thirds of the tombstone's volume; it looked like it could still accommodate another twenty-odd souls.

Silas, who had returned to the temple, opened his eyes, his expression somewhat strange. "These tombstones are actually places for souls to sleep? And they seem to be like apartment buildings, capable of housing more than sixty households at the same time."

"This is a bit interesting. Although the graveyard looks somewhat gloomy, compared to the previous warship, regardless of scale or configuration, it has some characteristics of a deity's divine kingdom."

Sitting back on the throne, Silas looked around and found that some changes had also occurred inside the temple.

Firstly, a large number of icy blue lines of light appeared on the surrounding pitch-black walls. They extended from top to bottom, seemingly firmly anchoring the temple to the ground.

Secondly, the space inside the temple seemed to have become larger, and the reliefs on the dome had become more exquisite.

Looking at the completely consumed faith power, Silas nodded with satisfaction. "Not bad, it can be said to be worth more than its price."

"This problem is resolved. Next is to deal with Vanas's problem."

Silas then remembered the princess who had, by a fluke a few days ago, resonated with his spirit and broken into this place.

"This world is a world of dreams, and the world of dreams is twisted and interconnected. This means that the conditions for coming here are not only my active summoning; some people can also actively enter this place by a fluke due to possessing special abilities."

"From the situation that day, there were two main reasons Vanas came here. On the one hand, it was because the anger and sorrow arising from the large-scale death of humans resonated with my state of mind at that time. Because a few months ago, a similar situation occurred in the Kingdom of Guinness. At that time, Chuck reminded me to set out on an expedition, but I didn't pay attention at that time. On the other hand, that woman herself possessed a talent related to death; she was exceptionally gifted."

"So, my current location is similar to the location of those sealed Old Ones. Certain special groups of people can communicate directly with me through dreams. It's just that what I give them is real help, not driving them mad through whispers."

"Since I'm going to the Kingdom of Guinness this time, it's also a good opportunity to benefit my people and let that woman receive the grace of her great deity."

Thinking of this, Silas prepared to summon Vanas.

"Wait!" Suddenly, Silas thought of the knowledge he had learned in The Self-Cultivation of a Superior.

"A true superior must maintain mystery and composure. Some matters, no matter how urgent, cannot bypass one's subordinates and communicate directly with inferiors. For a superior, cumbersome rituals and the mystery of not being seen are key to creating an aura. If you often do things yourself, then you can only be said to be a good leader, a wise king, but you are not a truly qualified superior."

"Communicate through subordinates and inferiors to create an atmosphere. But I don't have any subordinates now. Chuck, Pamela, and the others don't know the real situation. Vanas is an ordinary person. If Chuck were to translate using the Old God language, Vanas would go mad upon hearing it."

Thinking of this, Silas immediately fell into deep contemplation.

"I need someone more normal, and someone who can understand my thoughts at any time, to create an imposing image for me. Where can I find such a person? Actually, Randall is not bad, but Randall still has to go back, which is too inconvenient. It's best if that person can be on standby at any time and perfectly keep up with my rhythm."

After contemplating for more than ten minutes, Silas blinked and suddenly thought, "At this stage, the only one who can handle this kind of work is myself. I am the Pope of the Church, the apostle of the deity, and also an ordinary person. Being caught between the deity and ordinary people is the most suitable."

"Being my own lackey… emmm, alright, the situation is special, so this is the only way for now."

Thinking of this, Silas took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and activated his authority as the Sovereign of the Mist.

A wave of mist churned around Silas's body.

After a moment, the mist dispersed, and Silas completely concealed all attributes of a deity, transforming into Silas's human appearance.