The Journey of the Rainbow Dragon

"this thing"

Ron looked at the soul-like mist that was constantly floating in the cup with a troubled face, and he really couldn't stop talking.

Not only human bodies will appear in the white mist, but also mist that looks like elves, dwarves, and even dragons!

They are like waves in the sea of ​​clouds, disappearing into the mist as soon as they appear.

"Don't you want to drink it? It tastes good."

The goddess of death sipped the true spirit tea while strongly recommending it to Ron.

Different from Ron's pure white cup of true spirit tea, the color of the cup of true spirit tea in the hands of the Goddess of Death is much more mixed. In addition to the white mist, there are also red, blue and green.

The colorful mist finally entered the small cherry mouth, and then turned into white mist and dispersed from the mouth, disappearing in the space.

"It's not a question of whether to drink or not."

Ron frowned and asked:

"The ingredients for this stuff."

"Isn't it just those 'sea of ​​clouds' floating in the sky outside?"

"Yes~"

Looking at the goddess of death who admitted the source of "tea" without hesitation, the corner of Ron's mouth twitched slightly.

Don't you have any hesitation at all?

Isn't this equivalent to sucking people's souls?

What is the difference between this and the group of illithid monsters that are notorious in the star world?

[Illithid: A creature with powerful psychic abilities, also known as the Mind Flayer. An adult illithid stands approximately 6 feet tall and weighs approximately 170 pounds. The head of the illithid looks like an octopus, the body is lavender, the skin is like cold elastic rubber, the eyes are milky white without pupils, and there are four tentacles near the mouth, which are also covered with a layer of reflective mucus. Notorious for sucking the brains of intelligent creatures. 】

Sure enough, even if they look like humans, these small habits reveal the ruthlessness of these gods.

I have to find a way to escape quickly.

Ron thought to himself.

"I'm not very thirsty, so I won't drink anymore."

The instinctive resistance made Ron refuse to drink this drink made of soul.

Who knows if drinking this stuff will pollute your spiritual sea.

He picked up the teacup floating in front of him and gently placed it in the corner of the bed.

Out of sight out of mind.

As if aware of Ron's change in mood, the goddess of death also slightly put away her smile.

She slowly swallowed the last sip of the true spirit tea in the cup, and then sighed deeply.

That sigh seemed to carry endless sadness and exhaustion, and the atmosphere in the room became heavy.

"Little Ron feels that drinking True Spirit Tea is devouring those souls, so he doesn't want to drink it."

"Is it right?"

Hearing this, Ron was a little silent, not knowing how to answer this.

I am a fisherman and a fisherman.

Even if the other party eats a rainbow dragon alive in front of him, he can't accuse him of anything.

In a world where the jungle prevails, the strong have no reason to apologize, and the weak have no right to complain.

This is the basic rule of survival, so why should he stand on the moral high ground and accuse a goddess in charge of death?

A faint spiritual mist slowly swam in the white porcelain tea cup, but the room was silent.

The light outside the window shines through the white curtains and reflects on a piece of draft paper on the wooden table. The pencil sketch on the paper seems to be obscured by a faint mist.

The dust in the room danced under the miserable moonlight, like a dream in memories.

There was a quiet atmosphere in the air, and the goddess of death looked at the iridescent dragonet quietly.

Suddenly, she asked a question:

"Do you know why I call it True Spirit Tea instead of Soul Tea?"

"this."

Ron frowned and thought for a moment.

He thought this question was strange. Do different names have different meanings?

Isn’t it filled with souls?

He thought for a long time but couldn't figure it out, so he simply answered directly:

"I have no idea."

The goddess of death turned to look at the white ocean in the sky outside the window, with a complicated look in her eyes.

She slowly explained:

"Seeing is not necessarily reality. All we can see is the past. The soul with the body will not go to the realm of the dead."

"The body of a soul?"

Ron was a little confused. This was the first time he heard of this.

The goddess of death nodded:

"Everything you see now is the true appearance of the soul. But the soul is not just one form, it has many possibilities."

"I call these souls whose bodies have been removed [true spirits]."

"As you are thinking now, the Realm of the Dead is the place where some true spirits reincarnate, and it is also the place where true spirits reincarnate in the multiverse."

Ron asked doubtfully:

"I know about the multiverse, but this is the first time I've heard of true spirits? Since souls can't reach the realm of the dead, what are those in the sky?"

The goddess of death said nothing;

She stretched out her palm and touched it gently in the void.

As stars flashed by, a thumbnail model of a large star field suddenly appeared in the air in front of the two of them.

It looks like an irregular circular box, which contains parallel universes of different sizes.

Including the star realm that Ron is familiar with, countless planes of different time and space exist and sink in it.

In the depths of these universes, light suddenly flashes from time to time, and countless new planes are born and disappear in the darkness.

In these new planes, the stars are bright, the planets are numerous, and life is quietly born on their respective planets.

At the same time, the stars in the old plane gradually lost their luster in the darkness, and the connections between galaxies gradually broke. Stars die naturally and planets disappear in the depths of the universe.

Eventually, the old universe evaporates, leaving only a deep, dark loneliness.

At this moment, the cycle of life and death seems to be in an endless cycle, and new life will continue to continue in the universe until it is destroyed at the end of the universe.

The goddess of death looked at the shocking scene in the void and slowly explained:

"This is the prototype of the multiverse. Countless lives will die every day, and those helpless souls will return to their reincarnation in the space where they live."

"They are also one of the basic elements that constitute the multiverse, and they have never changed since ancient times."

As she spoke, she waved her hand again, and the images shattered into countless different wandering planes of souls.

Ron could clearly see that one of the picture fragments was a corner of the underworld plane in the star world.

"Some universes call the place of reincarnation the underworld, and some call it the underworld. Their names are different, but their responsibilities are roughly the same. The souls of death will be decomposed and reshaped there, and eventually enter reincarnation."

"But there are always some souls that will be completely destroyed for various reasons and unable to enter the underworld, which is the so-called souls scattered."

Listening to the explanation of the goddess of death, Ron suddenly thought that he had done this kind of thing when he met the dragon beast mother.

Wasn't that legendary lich's soul completely destroyed by himself?

The goddess of death turned to look at the shocked Ron and suddenly smiled.

"Aren't you curious about what will be left after the soul decomposes and dissipates?"

Ron looked at the vast multiverse, swallowed dryly subconsciously, and already understood what the goddess of death meant.

He said hesitantly:

"What is left after the soul dissipates is the so-called true spirit?"

"That's right, little Ron is smart."

The goddess of death smiled in appreciation, but there seemed to be a hint of worry in her eyes.

She continued to explain: "The true spirit is not that simple. It is the last mysterious power left in the universe after the soul dissipates. But it is also an extremely dangerous existence. If used maliciously, it may A destructive force."

"I see."

Ron groped his chin and thought, while his legs were sitting cross-legged on the ground, with the tail behind him half surrounding his body, swaying from time to time.

The posture resembles a cross-legged flying cat.

The goddess of death standing opposite him was originally explaining the principles of the true spirit seriously, but after seeing the swaying little tail, her eyes couldn't help but follow it around, and the light in her pupils became more and more intense. .

In the end she couldn't bear it anymore.

"Hmm! Little Ron, you are too cute. Why don't you leave? Just stay here with me, okay?"

The goddess of death suddenly reached out and gently rubbed Ron's face, and said with a smile.

That action looked like an older sister deliberately bullying and squeezing the cheeks of her cute younger brother.

Ron smiled awkwardly, he was not used to others complimenting him like this.

"As long as you don't leave, I can help you become stronger~~"

The seductive voice echoed in Ron's ears, and her graceful body unknowingly sat on Ron's lap.

Her speed was so fast that Ron didn't even see how she moved from the edge of the bed to in front of her.

"Ahem! No need!"

Ron's face was flushed by her sudden attack, and now this goddess with an excellent figure was almost completely leaning on him.

You must know that he is still a human being, and it is easy to expose some bad things.

He grabbed the small hands that were constantly making trouble on her face, forcibly broke away from the restraints of the goddess of death, picked her up by the waist and threw her mercilessly towards the mattress.

Throw you to ‘death’~~~

Stay here with the goddess of death?

Look at this world where there are only two colors: black and white. What's the difference between this and being in jail?

Ron coughed dryly and forcibly changed the embarrassing topic:

"You haven't said why there are real spirits here. What are they doing in the Realm of the Dead?"

The goddess of death was not annoyed when Ron threw her on the bed. She lay on the soft plush blanket, rested her chin with her hands and looked at Ron's crimson face with a smile:

"Because only through here can the true spirits reincarnate."

"This is the place of reincarnation in the multiverse. The number of true spirits in the entire multiverse is limited. If these true spirits do not undergo reincarnation, then there is a chance that the newborns in the universe will become... well, probably unintelligent or vegetative. That's what it looks like."

"At the same time, as the true spirit stagnates, the entire multiverse will gradually become unbalanced. What are the consequences of the imbalance?"

The goddess of death smiled slightly and did not continue. Obviously the result would not be good.

Ron listened thoughtfully to her story.

It seems that the black and white dragon body state when he first entered the narrow space of time and met the three rainbow dragon gods should be the true spirit form, right?

If the Rainbow Dragon Lord God does not use his divine power to reshape his body and the living phylactery does not activate, in theory he should go to the Realm of the Dead and become a member of the True Spirit Sea.

But there was another doubt that Ron couldn't figure out.

"So how do these true spirits reincarnate? Can they still return to their original universe?"

The goddess of death did not speak, but turned to look at the things around him.

Ron followed her gaze and looked at the tea cup beside him, and suddenly a bold guess appeared in his mind.

"True spiritual tea?"

The goddess of death nodded:

"Yes, the true spirit tea I drink every day is part of the multi-dimensional reincarnation."

"These are the dissipated souls in the teacup. Only if I drink them and absorb the excess emotions can I turn them into newborns with no previous emotions at all and return to their respective worlds to be reincarnated."

"Otherwise, they will start a new life carrying the memory fragments of their past lives, and there will be big chaos in the multiverse."

"I see."

Ron was thinking about and sorting out these big secrets about the multiverse.

Although his power has not yet reached this level, it never hurts to have more knowledge.

Knowledge is an invisible power. Accumulating knowledge is to increase this invisible power for yourself, rather than doing useless work.

Suddenly, Ron's eyes lit up.

Then didn’t he almost fulfill the duties of the goddess of death just now? Will this indirectly gain some of the authority of the Death Priesthood?

Priesthood is a good thing, and it’s hard to find an empty priesthood because it’s full of holes.

You can drink this tea, no, you must drink it!

It's a pity that after Ron figured it out, he didn't have time to try it himself.

He saw the goddess of death crawling to her side at some point, picked up the pure white cup of true spirit tea that Ron placed beside the bed, and drank it in one gulp.

Then, with her cheeks bulging, she raised her head and looked innocently at Ron, who had a petrified face.

"Woooooo?" (What's wrong?)

"It's okay, it's okay, I just feel a little thirsty suddenly."

Ron smiled awkwardly.

She had already drank it, so she couldn't let her spit it out to herself.

Besides, there is still a large ocean of true spirits in the sky outside. Can't we just find time to secretly taste it later?

If you can really get the priesthood of death, wouldn't it be

Just when Ron was thinking about how to steal some of the Death Priesthood to take home.

Suddenly, his body was forcibly pulled away by a pair of small hands.

"Well!"

As the aroma of bluebell comes, a soft, full, elastic and warm touch returns from the lips to the brain.

Ron opened his eyes wide and looked at the beautiful face so close in disbelief.

A warm current slowly flowed into Ron's throat from where their lips met, nourishing the dry soul.

Probably due to the astonishing power of the Goddess of Death, Ron couldn't even break free from the restraints of her arms.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

The helpless rainbow baby dragon let out the most tragic cry since the beast was born.

In order to prevent readers from being confused about the plane size comparison and the important information of this chapter, here are three key points.

one:

Multiverse\u0026amp;amp;amp;gt;Star Boundary\u0026amp;amp;amp;gt;Single Universe\u0026amp;amp;amp;gt;Complete Plane\u0026amp;amp;amp;gt;Broken Plane

two:

The Realm of the Dead is not within the Star Boundary. To be precise, it is not even within the multiverse. It is an independent world.

three:

The sea of ​​souls in the sky of the Realm of the Dead that Ron saw was actually the sea of ​​true souls, but he misunderstood it because it was too solid.