Above the gray fog

On the deserted land.

A black shadow appeared strangely around the blood foam residue. The heart of the black shadow was light golden, and there was a pair of extremely exaggerated blood-red wings behind it.

He stretched out his hand and took a look, and then looked at the blood foam residue beside him.

He then shook his head and sighed, flew to an altitude of 5,000 meters, sat cross-legged, and mobilized the origin of the ghost body to restore the body.

It has been a long time since he was seriously injured, and the origin of the ghost body is in a full state.

He is not afraid of someone killing him directly with the ghost body. As long as the ghost body still has the origin, the body can be repaired again.

What he is afraid of is the situation that he will be injured infinitely but will not die. When the body parts are missing, the origin will automatically repair the body. If the origin is exhausted and the ghost body is in a dead state, it is unlikely that he will wake up again with the remaining ten years of his life. There is a high probability that he will not wake up until his life is exhausted.

Starting from the heart, flesh and blood began to slowly grow. The newly born heart was covered with a layer of light gold and began to beat slowly. Black blood flowed from the heart to the surrounding void. After the blood flowed in the void for a circle, countless tiny capillaries were derived.

A human figure with only a heart and dense black blood vessels was born first, and then bones, flesh and other organs were gradually filled in.

Time flies, and I don’t know how long it has been.

Lin Shan opened his eyes again.

The first thing he did was to take out the parchment.

Lin Shan: [How much life do I have left? ]

Parchment: [Eighteen years and one month. ]

"A year has been wasted... The frozen ashes should have melted, and I have to get them again."

"But I can't even beat the evil of Sequence 8, how can I have a chance against the weirdness standing at the peak of Sequence 8."

Lin Shan stood up, and the light of his heart turned into a white robe and draped over his body.

Anyway, there are still eighteen years, which is neither long nor short. I will slowly think of a way. Maybe I can learn from the Shiba Inu...

After landing on the ground, the topography here has changed slightly. Without the red lantern, his vision was directly repelled to a range of ten meters. He was no different from a blind man in this gray fog.

Staring at the punctuation marks on the parchment to control his direction, he searched the surroundings in a carpet-like manner and finally found the place where he died before.

The half-broken red wooden stick lay quietly on the ground.

Seeing this half-broken stick, Lin Shan's heart suddenly sank. He didn't expect the red lantern to recover to this extent...

Since the red lantern cannot be used, he can only think of other ways to increase the visual range. He thought of the "spiritual vision ceremony" mentioned by Zhao Xiaoan before.

"What exactly is the spiritual vision ceremony?"

Lin Shan sat cross-legged on the ground and began to think about what the spiritual vision ceremony is and how to operate it. Even Zhao Xiaoan can do it, so there is no reason why he can't.

Thinking about it, he couldn't help but think of the more than twenty skeletons he had seen before. They used strange characters and spirituality to gather the crocodile souls that had already dissipated.

"Are these all derived applications of spirituality..."

"Spiritual mark, spiritualized silk, spiritual vision ritual, are these the same?"

Of these three applications, he only knows the most basic application of 'spiritual mark', which is to separate a trace of spirituality to fix one end, and then no matter how far he goes, he will have a connection, and he can return to the original position based on this connection. The spirituality occupied is very small, and this connection can be said to be vague. Even ordinary extraordinary people can pull this connection to thousands of kilometers away.

However, now 'spiritual mark' is of no use to him. What he lacks is the visual range in the gray fog, and the application of spirituality such as 'spiritual vision ritual'.

Lin Shan condensed a pure light golden ball composed of spirituality in his hand.

Staring at it for a while, he murmured:

"Ritual means to sacrifice something, maybe it requires sacrifices..."

"Maybe there needs to be a complete set of prayers and prayer movements."

Through the word ritual, he can only associate so much, these are all things he can't do. He doesn't know the prayers, nor the ritual movements, let alone the so-called sacrifices.

Even if he had all these, he didn't dare to pray easily, because this was a supernatural world, and prayers would most likely be answered. He always remembered the "He" mentioned in the parchment, a title that only gods could use.

The gods in this world were most likely extremely high-sequence owners, so they definitely didn't use the power of faith, but the same spiritual power as him, because the power of faith was too weak and had many restrictions. Since he left the clan, he had never received faith power again, and this power was also limited by region.

The answer seemed to be about to come out. The real gods in the gray fog world needed spirituality, not the so-called sincere faith. What believers needed to contribute was their own spirituality!

Only after contributing spirituality could they borrow the power of gods through rituals.

Although everything was just speculation, Lin Shan felt that even if it was different from the facts, it would not be too far off.

"Did Zhao Xiaoan and the others become believers of a certain god?"

"It shouldn't be..."

"What does the ritual mean!"

The more he thought about it, the more irritated he became. He simply stopped thinking about it and lay down to calm down for a while.

The reason why he was so anxious was that the ten-meter visual range made it a huge problem for him to even return to the Hui tribe. When he encountered danger, he could not say whether he could avoid it, but he would definitely be like a blind man if he fought.

He looked up at the sky quietly, and there was only a gray fog in his sight.

At this moment, the pale golden light ball was floating above him.

For some reason, Lin Shan said to the pale golden ball of light: "It would be great if you could help me improve my visual range."

Lin Shan sat up helplessly. He felt like a fool. How could his spirituality understand what he said?

The next second.

An unexpected thing happened. He felt that his spirituality suddenly dropped, and his visual range suddenly increased to more than 200 meters!

Although it was not much, it was much better than the previous ten meters.

Lin Shan was surprised.

"Do you have wisdom?" He looked at the ball of light again and asked.

There was no response. The ball of light was still suspended there, and he could control it at will.

The spirit had no wisdom and could not have wisdom.

But...it might have a spirit...

Thinking of the two words ritual and prayer.

He could understand that he was praying to his own spirit just now. He prayed for the power to increase his visual range.

"So this is a ritual, praying to one's own spirit to gain some kind of blessing effect."

"No sacrifices or actions are needed, just consume one's own spirit."

Then, the symbols carved on the skeletons should be another ritual - praying to the gods, exchanging one's own spirit for the spirit of the gods.