Jon Connington was silent for a long time, then shook his head and said.
He didn't know what words he should use to describe it, so he finally paused for a long time, and then said the closest word.
"Total darkness."
"nothingness."
Jon Connington did go to that world, but for him, the feeling couldn't be described in simple words. He could only tell Viserys this way.
"nothingness?"
This was the first time in Viserys' previous life that he had a conversation with someone who had died and then returned, which naturally aroused his interest.
But when he heard Jon Clinton's words, his brows relaxed slightly, and he secretly became more guessing.
"Perhaps there is no such side, Your Majesty."
"I just felt like I was falling into darkness."
Jon Connington could not use words to describe the situation after his death. All the illusions and nothingness seemed to stop on his lips.
Viserys fell silent after hearing this. He knew that Jon had no need to deceive him about this question, so there was no need for him to continue asking.
"Then what should I do next?"
"Merasis?"
Then under the dim bonfire, the silver-haired young man sitting in the center of the Red Castle cellar slightly turned his lavender eyes to the side, looked at the stone statue on the ground and asked.
Only then did Jon Clinton realize that there was a third person in the cellar, a faceless stone statue looking at him quietly, which once again gave him a shuddering feeling. He had never believed this before.
He talked about ghosts and gods, but it wasn't until he died that he opened his eyes.
Among the three people present, he was the weakest. Even when Jon was awakened by Viserys, he saw such huge spiritual power that he almost thought he had seen the Seven Gods themselves.
Thinking of this, Jon couldn't help but shook his head with some self-deprecation.
It turned out that he had been the Prime Minister for so many years and thought he knew Viserys best, but now he discovered that his Majesty was far more mysterious and unpredictable than he had imagined.
However, at this moment, Viserys suddenly asked. The stone statue on the other side was silent for a moment, and a woman's voice responded.
"The next thing I don't know."
"You don't know either?"
"Then why didn't you tell me earlier?"
Viserys frowned again when he heard this.
"Because gathering souls is not Meraxes' priestly duty, have you forgotten her name?"
Meraxes is the god of the sea in the Valyrian mythology system. The abbreviated full name is Lord of the Raging Ocean, who controls the ocean and storms.
Therefore, according to Dr. Marwyn, the Grand Maester who has done extensive research on the history of Valyria, the sailors of the Valyrian Free Fortress used to worship Meraxes before going to sea to pray for calm.
"Balerion is the god of death. He is responsible for collecting all dead souls."
"Whether it's a wasted death, old age, illness, war, etc., all souls are under his control."
"He is the end of all life in Valyria."
Meraxes spoke in a calm voice, explaining the priesthood of the God of Death.
However, Viserys felt more and more familiar when he heard Meraxes' words.
Doesn't his ability to absorb souls coincide with Balerion's priesthood?
"Where did Valyria's God of Death go?"
Then the silver-haired young man asked with a slightly urgent voice, but no reply came from the statue.
"Feel sorry."
Viserys also took a deep breath and waved his hand, knowing that he was a little impatient.
Because Melaxes once said that she did not know what exactly happened at that time, how the powerful Valyrian gods were taken away by the enemy in a wave.
She is just an inconspicuous divine thought stored in the statue of Meraxes.
"You need to calm down."
However, Meraxes then slowly spoke.
"There must be secrets hidden in you, I know, but you are entering the country too fast. You need to stop temporarily and look at the past calmly."
Meraxes didn't know what secrets Viserys was hiding, but there must be opportunities behind a mortal being able to reach this point. Her kind reminder made Viserys calm down instantly.
"Since there is no way to resurrect the dead, what should we do with Jon's soul?"
"All I know is there are two ways."
Meraxes saw Viserys calm down, and then spoke.
"The first is to become a wandering ghost like me, relying on the fire of faith in your body as nourishment to survive."
"He has no way to control his dead body, and he can't stay too far away from you."
"But the spirit body also has the benefits of the spirit body. It can still give you wise advice, and it can also help you find out secrets or possess other living people."
Ghost advisor?
Guardian spirit?
When Viserys heard Meraxes' first method, this thought flashed through his mind.
Because this is indeed like a guardian spirit, and there is no lifespan limit. As long as he can absorb enough soul nourishment, he can survive forever like Melaxes. Of course, the premise of this is that Viserys
The divine fire is always burning.
"What about the second method?"
Viserys thought for a moment, hesitated, and then asked.
"The second way is to be reborn."
"Find a pregnant woman who has not yet given birth and send his soul into her body."
"The gestation of a newborn in the mother's body is the process of birth of life. The baby in the mother's belly has not yet formed its own soul, and his soul can take its place."
"Can't you be reincarnated?"
Neither of these seemed to be a foolproof solution. Viserys heard Meraxes' second method, and then turned his head to look at Jon's soul in his palm.
Jon's wife happened to be pregnant with his flesh and blood, so he could choose this method to live another life.
"Reincarnation?"
Meraxes was slightly stunned when he heard the words, not understanding what Viserys said, but then he thought about it and finally understood the literal meaning.
"There is no reincarnation."
"Every newborn is a new soul, and every dead person's soul will eventually dissipate."
"Is that so?"
Viserys looked a little thoughtful on his face.
Meraxes is not omniscient and omnipotent, she only knows part of it, and he knows this.
Because if all souls will dissipate, it cannot explain that the cold god has revived the kings of the north. Logically speaking, some of their souls have spanned thousands of years and should have been wiped out long ago.
But Viserys did not ask directly, and then once again set his sights on the soul of Jon Connington in his palm, and he decided to leave this choice to himself.
Should I choose to be a lonely ghost or live a new life?