It had to be said that, at that moment, the atmosphere throughout the entire church had reached its peak. Everyone stared wide-eyed at the souls of the fallen, who also seemed somewhat surprised by their situation. They looked around blankly, seemingly unable to process what had happened.
"Dad?"
When the young man who had challenged Duanmu Huai earlier saw one of the elderly men, he hurriedly stepped forward and rushed over to grab his hand. However, his hands passed through the old man's arm and grasped nothing. Startled, the young man turned around and looked at Duanmu Huai again.
"Lord Inquisitor, wh-what exactly is going on?"
"It's very simple. Doesn't your world's religion have similar legends? Once souls who believe in the gods demonstrate their loyalty and die, their souls are sent to the gods' realm... Isn't that perfectly normal?"
Duanmu Huai spread his hands and looked at the young man with the matter-of-fact expression of someone asking, You don't even know the sun rises in the east? The young man trembled all over, unable to say a word for a moment.
"Y-yes, that's true. B-but the priests all said that the souls of the dead cannot return to this world!"
"Tch."
Duanmu Huai rolled his eyes.
"Have you ever considered that they said so because they couldn't do it?"
It had to be said that Duanmu Huai's words left everyone else dumbfounded as well. Indeed, there were many legends about such matters in this world, and they all basically claimed that mortal souls could never return to this world. Anyone capable of doing so had to be some evil heretic... Yet Duanmu Huai had torn off their masks and exposed them for what they truly were.
In the end, they simply couldn't do it.
The Tribunal could do it,