Wounds of the soul
The group of ghosts surrounded them, Bai Mo asked Ereshkigal beside him, "What's going on? The spirits we saw before didn't behave like this."
Obviously, it's better to ask the manager here directly. Although he's never been reliable, he's very knowledgeable about many things in the Underworld.
"Hmm? There's no difference. That's strange." Somewhat surprised, she seemed completely bewildered by what had happened, tilting her head with a puzzled expression, as if she were thinking, but more like she was lost in thought.
"Let me in..."
The leading ghost spoke slowly, then pounced on Bai Mo like a starving beast. Bai Mo calmly placed his hand behind his back, and a small, transparent vortex slowly gathered in his palm.
"Wait! Get out of my way!"
Ereshkigal shouted, his voice carrying an unassailable authority, but the ghost seemed not to hear him and pounced on Bai Mo like a madman.
Bai Mo was quite familiar with this scene.
Rather, it was expected. His soul was flawed, and the system had previously concealed it for him. But now that the system's functions were broken, the flawed soul was exposed.
Just like the Shiki Ryougi Hollow Shrine Shiki, in the eyes of these souls, Bai Mo's flawed soul was just the right place to reside. That's why he was so easily possessed by Black Mud and the Supreme Heavenly King before.
"So cold, so warm..."
The soul rushed straight at him, leaving a trail of azure afterimages in the air, its claws seemingly about to tear open Bai Mo's chest.
But before his hand could touch Bai Mo's body, a palm had already landed on its head. In an instant, the soul let out a heart-wrenching wail, and the blue flames on its body dimmed instantly, like a fire extinguished by a bucket of water.
Bai Mo's palm felt like a heavy branding iron, causing it excruciating pain all over its body.
At this moment, it was like a moth in the dark, mistaking the blazing flame for the guiding moonlight, only to become ashes in the fire by the time it realized it.
Knowing that this situation might occur, Bai Wunan had already taught Bai Mo the method of absorbing primordial Primordial Spirit.
I hadn't used it before because it had many limitations: either the opponent didn't resist at all, or the opponent was completely subdued.
Another reason is that this method is too cruel. In this world, the soul will gradually be damaged, just like Roa, whose soul had been shattered by thousands of reincarnations.
Using this technique on the people of this world would directly cause enormous damage to their souls, but that would be pure torture, and Bai Mo had no interest in it whatsoever.
A faint aura emanated from Bai Mo's body and then disappeared into the air; this was the power of his soul. At the same time, Bai Mo frowned, and upon closer inspection, a fine bead of sweat appeared on his forehead.
Inside the Martial God Space, Bai Wunan sighed and said, "Just as I thought. The kid's situation is different from mine back then. Absorbing these otherworldly soul powers is not only useless, but it will also aggravate the scars on his soul."
Just now, Bai Mo felt a sharp, piercing pain, as if he were rolling on a bed full of steel needles, with every pore throbbing with agony. The physical pain was nothing to him, but this was a pain that directly affected the depths of his soul.
Bai Mo frowned, looking at the sky filled with ghosts. If there were this many, it might really be a problem.
If the body constantly experiences pain, the nerves will quickly become numb, but the effects on the depths of the soul will never be "adapted" to.
Has my soul suffered further damage?
Bai Mo asked in his mind, and then Bai Wunan sent him words of reassurance.
"No, your soul may be damaged, but that doesn't mean it's fragile. It's just that being touched by these useless soul energies is like pouring boiling water on a wound, washing away the thin layer of scab."
A faint current of energy emanated from Bai Mo's body and then disappeared into the air; this was the absorbed soul power.
Only the souls of those with strong magnetic fields can reinforce this scab. Or, as the Giant Shark said before, find the world before Bai Mo and invite the whole family and relatives for a feast.
However, the only method that can be thought of for a true cure is reincarnation of the soul.
Having taken Bai Wunan's reassurance, Bai Mo nodded, then tossed the ghost in his hand aside. He stepped forward, facing the sky full of ghosts, and walked up step by step.
"Hey! What are you doing?"
Ereshkigal shouted behind Bai Mo, but Bai Mo didn't turn around. He simply said slowly, "It's nothing, just a chance to make up for a weakness. It's alright, let's go."
The moment he stepped out, the surrounding ghosts swarmed towards Bai Mo like a hive under attack. At his speed, shaking off these ghosts wouldn't have been difficult, but he needed their "help" now.
With a wave of his hand, a vortex appeared in his palm. Without exception, all the ghosts that flew past had their Primordial Spirit power absorbed by Bai Mo. His face was somewhat ferocious, and his veins bulged.
Pain emanated from every part of my body, a sensation akin to being turned upside down by the Hand of God. The difference was that while the Hand of God's constant turning triggered pain receptors to the maximum extent, this pain accumulated relentlessly, seemingly without end.
As he walked, he absorbed the bitter fruits while circulating his Magnetic Field Power. Ereshkigal behind him couldn't understand his actions at all, but everyone in the Strongman Space showed expressions of understanding, and many nodded in agreement.
The weakness of the Primordial Spirit) is Bai Mo's most fatal flaw. If future opponents have countermeasures, he could very well find himself in a very disadvantageous position.
Therefore, what he needs to do is to control this vulnerability as much as possible. Although he can't adapt to it like a wound, he must at least be able to fight back despite the excruciating pain. Otherwise, if he were to be like the Giant Shark, where the 750,000 Kebao' pain-inducing power rendered him unable to even hold his knife, it would be fatal.
He could feel his bones bending and deforming one by one in the ghost's shriek, a kind of acrid friction as if metal was being forcibly bent.
Ereshkigal watched as Bai Mo walked down step by step, and countless ghosts, like soldiers with bloodshot eyes on a battlefield, rushed towards Bai Mo. But in the end, without exception, they all collapsed, looking extremely weak, and were left behind by him.
Lying on the ground, he didn't look back at the man again, but instead reached out like a hungry dog to grab the unwanted soul power that Bai Mo had expelled.
He walked down step by step, circulating his internal energy through various techniques, while closing his eyes to experience the profound sensations.
Just like life, joy and sorrow are the myriad aspects of human existence, and they are all indispensable emotions. Without any one of them, life would be incomplete. Quietly circulating his internal energy, this time, he clearly felt the flow within his body slowly expanding.
At the same time, a mysterious feeling arose in his heart, and he raised his fingers, trying to grasp that feeling.
His finger lightly touched the head of a ghost in front of him. This seemingly harmless touch caused the ghost to let out a heart-wrenching wail. Ereshkigal had never heard a soul make such a terrifying sound.
The ghost fell like a kite with a broken string. Bai Mo frowned; the mysterious feeling had vanished again. Just as he was about to try finding another ghost, he discovered that all the ghosts around him had run away.
"Hmm? Why did they leave? Strange, these ghosts shouldn't have the ability to ward off evil or attract good fortune."
Bai Mo frowned. He had just started to feel something when it was interrupted, which was really unpleasant. Looking back, he saw that Ereshkigal was already far away from him.
"Hey! Hurry up and catch up, it should be down below."
Bai Mo waved to the goddess behind him, and only then did Ereshkigal belatedly realize what was happening and quickly followed.
Seeing herself and Bai Mo walking on the same path, Ereshkigal felt a sense of peace and relief for no reason. She looked at the man in front of her with a complicated expression, but at the same time, she was secretly delighted.
Ereshkigal greatly admired this behavior of enduring suffering for a purpose; perhaps this person could truly understand him.
Soon, the temple of Ereshkigal came into view. Bai Mo felt a touch behind him and saw Ishtar rubbing her head, as if she had just woken up.
"Hey? You've already reached the bottom? I only walked for a moment and got here? You didn't grab me by the back of the neck and drag me all the way to the bottom, did you?!"
Ishtar was somewhat surprised, but Bai Mo simply shook his head and said, "It's nothing. Since you're here, don't worry about it anymore. You were indeed distracted for a while, but that's not important."