Chapter 706: The Light Realm

Kingskerman is indeed a person with a story, not to mention Li Junshan... Well, it should be Barbara's expectation. His hunch and inadvertent sadness and loss of grief all day long are indeed related to emotional entanglements.

In fact, everyone has a story, but it just depends on whether anyone is going to discover it, such as Li Junshan, the King of Dead Bones, and even a few undead wandering in Li Junshan’s mansion late at night.

Of course, Li Junshan, who is "hard" in his heart, cannot tell what it means to be a person's loss of composure all day long, his remembrance of the past, his confusion about the future, or his longing for someone or his despair?

For Li Junshan, there is no big difference in the surface expression of these emotions, if there is no Barbara.

"please……"

The Fallen Angel gave Li Junshan a rare face. He grabbed the bottle in front of him and signaled to Li Junshan. Without the wine glass, he picked up the bottle and raised his neck and drank a big sip. The mellow wine made the white and pale face of the Fallen Angel instantly swollen as red as blood.

Li Junshan took a sip with him, and then looked at Kingskerman quietly, choosing to be the best listener.

Kingskerman's eyes began to become like deep ancient waves, making his unforgettable past slowly unveil the mysterious veil in front of Li Junshan as he was told through the rumors.

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In the strange light world... it is not the light plane, but the light world, where there are countless special lives with huge potential. Just as the dragon clan is at the top of the strength pyramid of most planes, these special lives also have huge potential and growth space that other races and even various monsters cannot reach.

This unique life form initially exists in the form of a soul body. After awakening, they stubbornly believe that they have nothing to do with the dirty and despicable undead. In fact, the rich power of the light element and the miracles that appear from time to time are by no means comparable to the undead plane with the aura of death.

Existing in the state of a soul, it becomes a bit difficult to cultivate a strong mind. Every soul body does not know how it forms or appears. After having a vast life like the universe, it is not until they have consciousness that they truly become a complete life.

The possession of consciousness is not achieved by practice alone. The vast and boundless world of light will bring miracles from time to time. The time and way of miracles appearing are simply unpredictable. Sometimes it is a ray of light, sometimes it is an illusory and unpredictable elemental giant face, and sometimes it is just like a meteor across the night sky, fleeting in a flash.

Every time a miracle appears, many angels will have divine consciousness. To put it another way, the angels selected by miracles that exist in the state of soul will become a complete life form. In addition to having consciousness and awakening of the original divine power of the gods, they can also transform into human form, even if they are not in the complete sense of body.

Kingskerman is one of the angels in the Light Realm. In his memory, he had existed in his initial soul state for thousands or tens of thousands of years and had no way to distinguish or meaningless at all. He began to have consciousness and began with the possession of the illusion body and the original divine power of the angel. Now it has been ten thousand years.

The time difference between the Light Realm, the Light Plane and the Demon Realm, and the Yalan Continent is generally similar. In Kingskerman's own words, that is, every day in the Light Realm is almost longer than that of the Light Plane and the Demon Realm. So in terms of conversion, Kingskerman's life in the true sense is probably not much lower than that of the Pope of Demon God and even the Pope of the God of Light.

The world of light is a paradise and a paradise. In that illusory but real space, there is no dispute and no war. There is only angels floating everywhere - those who are awakened by the original divine power, or those who are not awakened.

In their mysterious state, they do not need to eat or drink water. The ubiquitous power of the elemental light and the miracles that appear from time to time in the light world are the best tonics for their souls.

How can one say it? There is war where there are people. Angels with consciousness, whether they can form a body or not, in some sense, can be regarded as humans. The reason why there is no dispute or war is that it seems to be a law of heaven and earth in the light world - when an angel encounters a conflict, or for a holy land with particularly strong elemental power, or a territory with flowers and birds singing, as long as one party dares to provoke disputes, their physical angel power will instantly dissipate, and the consciousness will disappear together, and it will immediately become the original "whiteboard soul" state.

Angels with spiritual consciousness also have negative feelings such as fear. No one wants to go from a smart life body to the initial "whiteboard soul" state, so disputes and wars have become taboos in the light world. When this taboo becomes a rule, no one dares to challenge or try again.

Kingskerman was very lucky. After awakening his spiritual consciousness and the original power of the angel, he wandered around aimlessly and finally found a paradise in the boundless world of light. It was a mountain on the top of a ridge of heaven and completely submerged into the peak of the clouds. Kingskerman stood on it and almost felt that he could touch the stars above his head with his hand.

The elemental power there is very strong, so rich that every breath does not even require filtering and screening with the original divine power. It is the purest and most intense power of the light element.

Kingskerman stayed at the top of Tongtianjun Peak and never went down. Of course, this is not a seclusion or isolation from the world in the light world, and is doing nothing. He spent almost every moment, every day, and even every year.

After the divine power of the gods awakened, Kingskerman spent more than seven thousand years staying on the top of the mountain without going down, so that for a while, he had an illusion of whether he existed, as if everything was simply illusory, whether it was the light realm or himself.

Until one day more than 7,600 years later, Kingskerman heard a voice, a spell chanting with a strange rhythm.

Of course, Kingskerman didn't know what a spell chanting was, just as he didn't know why there were three pairs of light wings behind his body when the divine power was circulating. He just felt that the sound that sounded in his heart made his soul very comfortable, just like the occasional sing of the Brahma songs that would occasionally sound in the miracle that came from time to time, and there was a rush of relief in the depths of his soul.

The long voice kept ringing in his heart. Just after the strange syllables rang three times in a row, Kingskerman suddenly felt that the voice was summoning himself. Although there was no way to prove that he just felt this subconsciously.

Soon, a giant white light beam falling from the sky hit Kingskerman. At that moment, Kingskerman developed a violent fear and fear. In the light world, after the awakening of the soul and original divine power, he had seen it at least sixteen times. As long as he was hit by this giant light beam derived from miraculous power, the angels that endured would completely disappear like those soul bodies that could not adapt to the power of the light element.

The most recent time was more than 700 years ago. Three thousand years ago, a angel wandering to the top of the mountain with two pairs of light wings. Kingskerman had never even communicated with him. Until more than 700 years ago, the two-wing angel was hit by a giant white light column that suddenly fell from the sky, and then completely disappeared on the top of the mountain without leaving a trace in the light realm.

Kingskerman didn't want to die. Even though he didn't know what death meant, he could not escape the powerful miracle power. After being hit by a pillar of light that could not dodge and escape, his soul instantly entered a state of fainting and loss of consciousness.

I don’t know how long it took, in a moment or dozens of years, Kingskerman’s soul woke up, without opening his heart, and suddenly he had a sense of peace of mind, an indescribable sense.

"Get out..."

"This is my body..."

"You evil angel..."

"Get out..."

A terrifying cry sounded deep in his soul. At this time, Kingskerman had already felt that the feeling of peace came from a living flesh and blood body. In this body, there was a weak soul that almost made him feel that he could disperse through his breath. He even wanted to drive himself away from this body with a weak soul attack.

It seemed as if he wanted to react instinctively, and he thought that there was a voice deep in his soul that affected his soul telling him that he should do this. Kingskerman called on the original divine power of the angel in his body without thinking, easily defeating the soul that shouted, scolded, roared and cried, and completely occupied a body.

"Welcome to your arrival, Lord Four-Winged Angel..."

A gentle voice awakened Kingskeman, who was afraid of opening his eyes and fearing that all this was hallucination. He only felt that the sound was heard in his ears, and his soul had a gentle throbbing. The wonderful sing of the Shrine when the miracle came. Compared with this sound that he didn't know how he understood, it became even more vulgar and unpleasant than the noise of the weak soul just now.

Kingskerman opened his eyes. More than two thousand years have passed today, and that scene is still vivid in his mind. He saw a strange person with soft long golden hair and radiating an extremely holy light all over his body. When the man looked at him timidly with a respectful and gentle expression, Kingskerman's soul alternated in tranquility and restlessness, and could not himself for a long time.

It was from that day that Kingskerman realized that besides angels, there was also a race in this world called humans, among them, among them, among them, as well as men and women, as beautiful and ugly.

At the same time, Kingskerman also realized that in addition to the wonderful power of the light element, there is also something in this world that can make his soul happy and even crazy.

She has a nice name - Angela.
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