The four Cross-shaped Pupils in his eye sockets refocused, and he quietly looked at his hands that had become intact again.
If an ordinary Soul Reaper had experienced such a narrow escape, he would have collapsed on the ground and cried bitterly.
But Soul King is extremely calm.
He didn't spend any extra time studying the earth-shaking changes that took place in his body, nor did he explore what the newly born power was.
He seemed to be born with a very high degree of acceptance for all the changes in this body, and he accepted them very naturally.
If your body is able to move, then continue on your way.
So, Soul King once again followed the boundless gray airflow and started his boring drifting journey.
In this dead space where there is no sense of direction, time is completely meaningless.
There is always a gray mist all around, and there is no reference point.
Just when Yoriichi thought he was going to get moldy in this gray background board, there was finally a slight ripple in the airflow in front of him.
A tall and thick shadow slowly emerged from the thick fog.
Having learned the painful lesson of being bled directly to the face by that virtual creature, Yoriichi immediately cheered up and fixed his gaze on the unusual movement in front of him.
But this time, Soul King did not assume a fighting stance.
He just stopped steadily in mid-air, staring quietly ahead.
As the distance between the two sides continued to shrink, the complete appearance of the huge figure finally appeared in sight.
This is an unknown creature with a humanoid form, and its appearance is completely different from Soul King and Xudu.
His body shape is taller and stronger than the slender Soul King. It is very strong and rugged.
The surface of this body is completely covered by a layer of gray-white rock-like skin, giving off a dry and rough feeling.
On top of that layer of rock-textured skin, there are also chains of dark lines wrapped around it.
These black lines spread from the base of his neck to his calves, intertwined together like a strange robe that clung to his skin.
His broad forehead was without any hair, and the lines of his muscles were stiff.
The entire face is rough and straight, and the facial contours are frighteningly sharp.
The most special thing is his eyes.
There is no bloodthirsty scarlet, nor cold indifference, only a deep dark golden color.
There was endless peace and quiet in his eyes.
In addition, there is a circle of fine gray-white bone barbs on the edge of his mandible, like a natural collar.
A long bone whip extends from the center of the spine on the back, and the tail of the whip slowly wriggles in the windless void.
Although the shape is still quite strange, compared to the previous skeleton mask monster that smelled all over his body, this guy's appearance is already pretty good-looking.
The tall creature suspended in mid-air also did not rush to take action, but quietly looked back at Soul King with its dark golden eyes.
There was no trace of violent murderous intent in his body, but instead a sense of calmness and stability.
Realizing that the other person was not here to fight, Soul King's pupils clearly lit up with an extremely clear light.
The joy on His face could not be hidden at all.
After all, after drifting alone for so long, everyone would be excited to finally meet someone of the same kind who can stand together and talk to each other.
Soul King tentatively floated forward a few dozen meters, raised his hand, and made the simplest communication gesture.
This time, there was no waiting to attack.
The rock-skinned creature opposite lowered his head, raised his thick right arm, and gently touched Soul King's palm with the thick back of his hand.
The two of them uttered one or two clumsy monosyllables at the same time, and began a primitive exchange.
This is communication without any vocabulary support, relying entirely on movement instinct to convey meaning.
Yoriichi watched from the side as these two indescribable ancient beings danced and gestured for a long time.
After a lengthy period of testing each other, Soul King finally figured out the basic details of the other party.
This big guy, like Him, is the initial life born naturally from this Chaos airflow.
And Soul King was also the first living creature he encountered since he opened his eyes.
Two lonely lives directly find resonance in this boundless world.
They stood side by side naturally without any complicated adjustment and became traveling companions in this wilderness.
After having a companion, this monotonous life is obviously no longer so difficult.
As he continued walking, Soul King spent most of his time observing the new friend next to him.
He quickly became acutely aware of the peculiarities of the other party's power.
Completely different from the distinctly pure or violent powers in his body, the energy in the big man's body is extremely mild in nature.
Whenever those heavy, stagnant gray airflows fall onto the rock skin, they are immediately and completely absorbed by the gray-white skin.
It is a kind of tolerance without any aggression at all. It does not reject anyone who comes, and can accept all external energy into the body.
Soul King was deeply curious about this novel power, and the two continued to share everything with simple syllables that became more and more proficient.
Since they can appear as two completely different individuals in this vast world of Chaos, it means that there must be other companions hidden ahead.
With the idea of looking for the third unknown creature, the two drifted faster.
Logically speaking, if you have someone to accompany you when running the map, the journey should be very relaxing.
But in fact, Soul King is suffering from troubles that only he knows about.
Although the three forces in the body honestly maintain a balanced framework most of the time, this stability is not welded to death.
These three forces with very different temperaments are squeezed into one body, just like tenants sharing a house who dislike each other, and they are prone to causing trouble at every turn.
Every long period of time, the bottom line of mutual checks and balances will be unilaterally broken.
The black-purple power that represents the essence of the void will always burst out without warning and spread crazily around.
Not to be outdone, the pure and flawless white light immediately shot out from the depths of the blood and strangled him head-on.
At this time, blood lines will appear on the surface of Soul King's body.
The crisp sound of bones being squeezed and the dull pain of crazy muscle tearing will spread to every corner of the body again.
Although every time Soul Reaper power is reborn, it will cut through the middle with a knife, firmly pushing the riot back to the balance point.
But this completely unpredictable and violent internal friction still makes Soul King unbearable.