Bizarre Realm-Chapter 310 - 6: Stealing the Sky, Swapping the Sun! The Terrifying Mind Path!

The Bizarre Realm has no cycle of life and death.

The deceased here accumulate at the deepest point of the Spirit Realm, gradually extinguishing the light of Spirituality. What remains in the end is the Shell of the Soul, which is the Invisible Servant that Shawn summons. Transcendents are no exception, except they possess greater power in the Spirit Realm, surviving in a ghostly form until their consciousness disappears. Mrs. Hecate has always wanted to reopen the Netherworld, but the Netherworld has long merged with the real world, and a Demigod does not have the capability to open a separate Nether Plane.

Shawn sat in front of Hank’s tombstone, as if talking to himself for a long time. When he finally got up, the commotion inside the tomb gradually subsided.

Plant communication, animal communication, communication with the dead.

Casters commonly use these methods to gather intelligence. If your power system is even more niche, you can even communicate with stones.

"You’re quite carefree."

Shawn stood up, patted Hank’s tombstone, and turned to walk out of the cemetery.

As part of the involved party, the reply given by Hank’s lingering Spirituality was very simple. He respected the choice of his wife and daughter, especially his daughter’s choice. If she wishes to become a Transcendent, he asked Shawn to look after her. If she wants to live an ordinary life, he also asked Shawn to look after her.

The soul of a person after death is incomplete, and Hank’s lingering Spirituality was already being assimilated by the power of the Spirit Realm. The response he could give was just that much; one cannot expect him to think as he did in life.

Just as Shawn was leaving the cemetery, a nimble little figure came running over, holding a few bouquets of flowers.

He looked at his companion leaning against the street lamp waiting for him and questioned, "Captain William?"

"What are you looking at?"

William, with a face full of stubble, withdrew his gaze. He looked much older than he used to, and after taking one of the white flowers, he shook his head expressionlessly, "Nothing."

"Just the person who walked out a moment ago, seemed a bit familiar."

He was the only one left here.

Sean died in battle, Hank died in battle, Gemma died in battle, Kin sacrificed herself, Daisy returned to the Del Region, and Captain Benjamin left Dorne City to seek the Path of Destiny. He, who was once a small cohort, has now become independent and has become one of the captains of the Night Watcher Squad.

But everything from the past can never return, and those who died will never again rise.

William’s beard seemed to have been unkempt for a long time, he now looked like Hank, full of stubble, his eyes full of vicissitudes, but sharp, much more mature than before, because he lost too many comrades in the past year or two. Of the Night Watcher Squad of the past, he was the only one left in Dorne City. Beside him was Jeff Fan, the small Thief who used to steal from Sean, who had now turned over a new leaf, been officially enrolled, and promoted to Tier Two Wanderer.

"Let’s go."

William stubbed out his cigarette and turned to walk into the cemetery.

Every now and then he’d come to visit the old buddies from before, and after seeing those familiar names on the black tombstones, he felt his heart harden like steel.

Heaven to the left, Warriors to the right.

Though he was the one most likely to die in battle, he lived to be the last, a solitary Night Watcher Captain, from youthful to mature, from mature to worn-out. The man who once loved to linger in gentleness became one of Dorne City’s Guardians.

William held a black umbrella, turned and glanced in the direction Shawn left. The drizzle was still falling, and he didn’t open the "Flowing Light," just walked calmly in the rain.

"That’s Benjamin’s Flowing Light."

Shawn’s silhouette was hidden in the darkness of the corner. He had long spotted William’s figure, but the change was so great he almost didn’t recognize him. He had become much more worn-out.

William was now a Tier Three Warrior, and it seemed he advanced through other Paths, because he exuded an aura.

He was now one of the Night Watcher captains, and Benjamin’s Curios had been entrusted to him.

Shawn watched William’s figure fade away, calmly saying, "He has also grown a lot."

William’s strength used to be always the weakest link; he had courage but no power, yet now he bore an aura of a strong figure. Who knows how many challenges he faced in the past year.

"Benjamin should have already advanced to Death Pilgrim, right?"

"So many people died in that battle."

"William has been promoted to Night Watcher Captain, so Benjamin’s strength should be even greater."

With Benjamin’s strength, with that eerie flesh side enhancement, as long as he doesn’t face the Old Days Descendant head-on, he shouldn’t easily fall.

Shawn made his way towards the villa area.

Soon, he found a small detached villa, and he gently knocked on the door, taking off his hat, calmly saying, "Hello, I’m your distant nephew."

"I hope to stay for a night."

The lady of the house was a woman in her thirties, wearing gold-framed glasses and a loose silk robe, seemed like a bank clerk. She seemed to have been reading a book, and her expression was initially puzzled. Her gaze at Shawn was as if looking at a madman, a stranger suddenly appeared, claiming to be a distant nephew wanting to stay for a night; anyone would show such an expression.

But quickly, she showed an expression of sudden realization, warmly welcoming Shawn inside, taking his coat to hang beside her, kindly saying, "Bill! Did you just arrive today?"