Chapter 131
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Chapter 131: Hall of Echoes, Grandmother Chongling!
“He wants to, forever, forever stay here~”
Darn it, why can’t I break free!
“Backpack!”
“System menu, map, official website, why can’t I open any of them?!”
“Log out!”
“System, I want to log out of the game!”
“No response?”
“Why no response?!”
“Oh no, there must be a mistake, yes…”
Night Song’s pupils had shrunk to a tiny dot, his body collapsed to the ground, his face full of despair.
A human with an extremely long neck approached him and said, “Oh, there’s a mistake, hahaha. Didn’t he realize he can’t go back?”
“Just a group of fools who think they’re invincible for diving into this place, daring to cross any boundaries~”
Dive into this place with their consciousness?
Night Song suddenly raised his head and asked, “What do you mean? What are you talking about?!”
Countless faces replied in unison, “Literally, you can’t go back!”
“You, can never return to your world again!”
“We are the Echo Jailers, Grandmother Chongling, who specialize in dragging lost souls like you into the Hall of Echoes!”
Can’t go back…?
Can’t go back, to the real world?
Hall of Echoes…
“This isn’t the Hall of Echoes?”
Night Song looked around at the swirling black mist and suddenly struggled, “Then where is this?!”
“Let me go back, I want to go back!”
A face licked its lips, “He said he wants to go back?”
“This is the Echo Corridor, a spiritual world outside the Hall of Echoes, overlaying the world you’re in.”
“Here overlaps with the material world, only souls can see this additional layer of the world.”
“Alright, alright, don’t talk so much every time, it’s time to send him away.”
At that moment, Night Song suddenly felt the ground collapsing beneath him!
His body seemed to plummet a thousand feet, directly falling into an endless abyss.
Throughout it all, Night Song never really understood what had happened.
He wanted to quit the game, but there was no log out button, and no system messages!
He thought about suicide, but now he was in a spirit state, how could he even do that?!
After an unknown amount of time, Night Song suddenly felt the plummeting sensation disappear.
And it was at that moment when, for the first time, colors other than black and green appeared in his eyes!
It was a mysterious and hazy world, filled with countless souls!
These souls come in different sizes. The small ones have no color, just like ants.
White souls are like children, while green souls are the size of regular humans.
Blue and purple souls are like giants, and golden souls could crush a group of souls with one step!
Even further up, a red soul can easily grab a golden soul with one hand!
Glowing with golden light, souls of various colors can blot out the sky with just one hand!
“What is this place exactly?”
Night Song could hardly believe his eyes; this place seemed like a world conjured from the imagination of someone with a mental illness!
Twisted and abstract, like a surreal glass tank where big fish eat small fish!
What’s even more twisted is that most of these souls are not even human-shaped!
Some of them had tentacle monsters that covered the sky, and creatures that looked like giant hands but with big mouths!
There were even dragon-like spirits, with tongues that were actually human heads!
What on earth are these things?!
Night Song dared not make a sound, only kept backing away, but suddenly he bumped into something!
“New souls, new food.”
Night Song suddenly turned around and saw a big hand full of eyes coming at him and grabbing him!
“Thanks to the Supreme Creator, granting us food to evolve, grow, and ascend our souls!”
It was a huge Eye Ball Mountain, now opening its gaping mouth waiting to swallow Night Song!
Am I going to die?!
Night Song had gone numb, perhaps…
This is just a bad dream, right?
As long as he died, he would be able to go back…
Night Song slowly closed his eyes, ready to face his death.
But at that moment, the space in front of him suddenly shattered!
An invisible skeletal giant hand came straight out of the void and grabbed Night Song!
Boom!
A loud sonic boom suddenly resounded, and a golden-blue soul appeared in the Hall of Echoes!
The eyes-filled soul trembled at this sight, “Malthus, how dare you return to the Hall of Echoes! You are defying the will of the God of Creation!!”
Mare… Sass?
Night Song slowly opened his eyes and saw a skeleton-shaped golden-blue soul lifting him up with one hand!
Yes, get up!
This skeleton-shaped soul was incredibly huge, standing tall like a mountain!
Even just one of his palms was many times larger than the eye monster!
Souls the size of him were extremely rare in this area!
Seeing this, Night Song was so excited he could hardly speak. “Is it… you, Lord Malthus?”
The skeleton lowered his head to gaze down at Night Song, who was as tiny as dust on his palm, and said nothing.
He calmly raised his head to look at the equally massive soul in the sky. “I have taken this soul.”
The huge soul that covered the sky suddenly opened one eye and said, “Malthus, do you think too highly of yourself?”
“This is not just some small underworld of a certain world, but the final destination of all souls from every world.”
“The God of Creation has spoken, whoever enters the Hall of Echoes must have experienced death and cannot step into it otherwise. If you are brave enough to come, are you prepared to go against me and the 92 million Holy Domain Pillar Gods?”
The soul fire on Malthus blazed, “Since when have you become so devout, Kam?”
“Has your soul been completely corrupted since the ancient battle ended with your death?”
Kam stared intently at Malthus with his huge eyes, “Corrupted?”
“All Soul Essences are created by the God of Creation. We have gone through countless cycles, only by returning here can we recall our past lives.”
“I am tired of the cycles because I have seen the truth.”
“And you, Malthus, you only remember your current life. When you die and truly return to the Hall of Echoes, then you can recall all the past, the origins of everything.”
“So I won’t argue with you, but what you’re doing now is definitely going against the God of Creation.”
Malthus opened up a space with one hand, “This soul doesn’t belong here, he is the Tarnished, you should know what that means.”
“They can change the world.”
Cam suddenly laughed coldly, “Of course I know, and I know more than you do!”
“The Tarnished is just a plaything of the God of Creation!”
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Translator: Book 12 (Chapters 510-555) has been translated and published on Amazon (https://amzn.to/4dGzwwG); this is the last volume and the entire novel has been translated.
