Chapter 1902 Moment of Collapse <TOC> Chapter 1904 A Newcomer
Translator: SumTLMan
“I am willing to sign the contract.”
“I am willing to regard the Profound Lord as my faith for life.”
“I am willing to dedicate my soul to the most revered Lord, all for the sake of power…”
Popoca sensed the distinct True Mark in his mental space, as if whispers were echoing in his ears, the terms of the contract he had initially signed with the Demon God.
These terms, repeatedly recited, seemed to remind Popoca that it was time to fulfill his contract.
At this moment, Popoca’s emotions were filled with sorrow and regret. The saddest and most mistaken step in his brief life was to ally with the Demon God for an unattainable ‘goal.’
Had he not taken this step, he wouldn’t have ended up like this, nor would he have faced such a fate.
How could he not regret it?
But regret was futile, as everything had already happened. Even though he desperately wanted to tear up the contract, facing an eternally powerful being like the Demon God, he had no strength to resist.
He could only wait, sad yet helpless, for the moment his life would completely wither away, and his soul would fall into the Abyss.
As Popoca resignedly awaited death, in the outside world, Angel observed Popoca, almost reduced to a skeleton, and said to Sanders, “His thoughts have completely retracted, no longer perceiving the outside. Is it time to act now?”
Sanders shook his head: “It’s not the final moment yet. The best opportunity is at the instant of his extinguishment. This way, we won’t leave any traces in his soul and can avoid being tracked and discovered by the Demon God to the greatest extent.”
Angel nodded. He had come with Sanders this time hoping for his advice and naturally wouldn’t go against it.
A minute has passed by again.
At this moment, Angel already felt the increasing aura of death surrounding Popoca, indicating his imminent demise.
Sanders, who had previously not paid much attention to Popoca, now turned his gaze towards him as he approached his final moments, saying, “At the moment of his death, I will freeze his physical form. Once you see my action, do not hesitate, immediately guide his spiritual light into the Dream Bridge.”
Angel nodded in agreement. The Dream Entry spell, created from nightmare aura, was now ready, waiting for the final moment.
Finally, as a gust of wind and sand struck, the emanating aura of death from Popoca ceased. At the same time, Sanders extended his hand, with a pale blue water light emerging in his palm.
Seeing this, Angel understood that the time had come and, without hesitation, cast the Dream Entry spell onto Popoca’s forehead——
At this moment, in Popoca’s Land of the Soul, his soul was completely engulfed by dark, dense fog.
On the Soul Land, where souls were usually resided, numerous ‘Solar Eclipse’ True Name Marks appeared, changing from 0 to 1, and from 1 to infinity. Like bubbles of light and shadow, they tightly surrounded Popoca’s soul.
His soul was almost entirely encircled by the True Marks of the Profound Lord, with only a small gap remaining directly above it. However, even this gap was being eroded by the marks.
Popoca had already given up resistance. His mental space was completely shattered, and his consciousness sank into his soul. He could clearly feel the might emanating from the Demon God behind these True Marks.
The lofty Demon God, perhaps not currently casting down his gaze, but the power residing in the contract, continued to remind him that his soul was about to be taken over by the Demon God.
Popoca, controlling his soul, looked up. As the last gap was about to be sealed, he let out a deep, despairing, and helpless sigh.
Following the shattering of the mental space, the Land of the Soul began to tremble, entering its breaking phase.
The shattering of the Land of the Soul signifies one truth… his physical body has entered the countdown to death.
Popoca gave a bitter smile. In the last moments where his thoughts and consciousness were still free, he longed to open his physical eyes one last time, to catch a final glimpse of the beautiful world…
However, just as Popoca strained to open the eyes of his physical body, a sudden chill enveloped him.
In the next instant, Popoca felt his connection with his physical body completely severed.
This meant that his physical body had died.
What puzzled him slightly was the unexpected chill, especially since he was in the desert. Popoca couldn’t figure it out, but he didn’t bother to think further, perhaps considering it a normal experience before death. Besides, he no longer had the inclination to ponder these trivial matters because the Land of the Soul had revealed a vortex-like passage.
This swirling passage did not exist in the physical world; it seemed to open into another dimension. Yet, Popoca could distinctly sense its presence.
Even more, Popoca understood where this passage led.
It surely opened into the Profound Lord’s Domain.
The moment this passage appeared, a terrifying force of attraction emanated from the deep and dark passage, resembling a monstrous maw. Popoca’s soul, now completely bound by the True Name Mark, was immobilized, leaving him no choice but to watch his soul rapidly approach the passage.
“It’s time to fulfill the contract…” As the passage drew closer, Popoca silently bade farewell to his sister, Sparrow Blossom, in his heart.
As his soul began its descent into the passage, Popoca felt little emotion. Fear had already taken its toll, and now, only calmness and resignation remained in his heart.
However, just as Popoca thought he was about to pass through the passage and enter the domain of the Demon God, a flash of light suddenly shimmered behind him.
Why is there a flash of light in the shattered Land of the Soul behind him?
Popoca wanted to look back, but he was utterly unable to control himself at the moment. He could only let his soul plummet into the abyss.
Just when Popoca thought he might not be able to confirm the cause of the flash, a strange force suddenly pulled him out of the vortex passage…
Popoca was stunned.
Was he pulled back?
No!
It wasn’t that he was pulled out of the passage, but rather his consciousness was separated from his soul!
His soul continued to fall, while his consciousness was ripped from the soul and drawn towards the light behind by a force.
Popoca made this judgment because he was in a peculiar ‘all-seeing’ state at that moment. He could see his soul merging with the vortex passage, its expression dull and lifeless, completely lacking the vivacity of a soul.
This was because the soul’s consciousness had already been extracted and was being pulled away from the vortex.
“What’s going on? Can the soul and consciousness be separated?” Popoca was puzzled as he approached the vicinity of the Solar Eclipse True Name Mark.
Countless ‘Solar Eclipse’ Marks enveloped the soul and dragged it towards the passage. But now, Popoca’s consciousness had separated from his soul, and naturally, he was about to come into contact with these True Name Marks.
Sensing the True Name Marks around him, Popoca had an epiphany: touching these marks would surely lead to something undesirable.
At this moment, Popoca had lost most of his cognitive abilities, but a certain innate crisis warning compelled him to continuously compress his consciousness into a tiny speck of light.
As a speck of light, although still struggling to escape the blockade of the True Name Marks, he remembered that there was a gap that had not been completely sealed.
Without considering what would happen after escaping the range of the True Name Marks, Popoca headed straight for that gap…
Chapter 1902 Moment of Collapse <TOC> Chapter 1904 A Newcomer