CHAPTER 794: CHAPTER 442 GODDESS’ TEARS

"What is this?"

Horus looked at him in surprise, suddenly remembering something.

"Goddess’ Tears, your soul creation? I remember it can clear some of the pollution and curses in the soul, alleviating the erosion of the Black Fog."

Rod smiled, "Your Excellency Archbishop, you are quite right."

Horus shook his head slightly, and the hint of surprise in his eyes faded away.

"It won’t work, the Unawakened’s soul has already begun darkening, corruption has spread, and the remnants of the Ancient Demon Wolf are rapidly proliferating in his body. This is a sign of awakening. While I can help him clear the pollution and suppress the corruption, I cannot suppress the source of the pollution. If we forcibly remove it, Amora will also die, for the monster has already fused into his body, becoming a part of him."

Rod gave a slight smile, "Your Excellacy Archbishop, what if we put the source of the pollution back into slumber?"

Horus furrowed his brows.

The Goddess’ Tears that Rod possessed were quite special. It had an incomprehensible suppressive effect on deep soul pollution and could carve a path of life even within a fate doomed to corruption.

But that was only temporary. Once the effect of the Goddess’ Tears wore off, the corruption would come roaring back.

The Royal City had already researched this item, but didn’t pay particular attention due to it being a soul creation.

What the Royal City needed were generally applicable creations. Even though specific soul creations were powerful, due to their limited production, they didn’t hold much value. Many powerful potions also had similar functions, though not as potent as Rod’s Goddess’ Tears.

However, making the uncontrolled remnants of the monster controllable again was akin to turning cooked meat back into raw meat.

Even if it were possible, it would only be temporary.

Horus sighed almost imperceptibly.

"It’s useless, you can’t maintain it for long. Pollution is irreversible. Our resources are limited, and Goddess’ Tears... I remember they require three Starlight Fragments, right? Those aren’t easy to come by. How many do you have?"

Ye Feng’s eyes also dimmed. The resources of the Royal City were limited, and they couldn’t afford to allocate endless supplies for the power of a First Level Combatant.

As the Guardian, he understood this very well, though he was momentarily unwilling to accept it.

But Rod’s smile remained unchanged as he calmly said, "Your Excellency Archbishop, you should know that in the final Fusion Ceremony of the Unawakened, a thread called Soul Tether is used. It not only stitches the person and the monster’s remains together but also links their souls."

Horus frowned. This was a top-secret experiment in Calier. Having only recently been promoted to Guardian, how did Rod know about it?

Rod continued, "It acts like a chain, tethering the irrational beast on one end to the human soul on the other. The essence of awakening is this beast breaking free from its chains. Goddess’ Tears can temporarily soothe this beast, and you, merely half a step away from being an Envoy of Light, can take this opportunity to stitch the Soul Tether back together, relocking the monster."

As he finished speaking, the entire hall fell silent.

Everyone stared at Rod with disbelief, and Archbishop Horus’s eyes went as wide as if they might jump out of his wooden face.

"You, how did you think of this technique?"

A technique is a method of operating on a soul, and since the soul is fundamental to humans and extremely sensitive, soul operations need to be handled with extreme care. There are established procedures to avoid unknowingly damaging the patient’s soul.

Soul surgery is an important means of treating many severe soul injuries, and its new techniques are highly valued by the Royal City, with many scholars, masters, medical facilities, and schools tirelessly researching them.

Rod had never suffered a severe soul injury; he was either dead outright or alive and kicking, never in a half-dead state, so he had never undergone soul surgery and had only heard of it by name.

Naturally, he couldn’t possibly have researched this area. Even if Horus were to start shitting through his mouth tomorrow, he wouldn’t have imagined Rod could propose such an unimaginable new technique. Its ingeniousness was something even the expert in various medical practices, Archbishop Horus, had only seen once in his lifetime.

Rod said matter-of-factly, "Of course, it was thanks to my profound wisdom. A solution flashed through my mind suddenly. Don’t envy me, this is a result of my relentless effort."

Everyone was stunned by Rod’s words. To think up such an ingenious technique with just a flash of inspiration—how profound must his wisdom be?

Only Horus was half-convinced, eyeing him skeptically. Knowing Rod’s character as someone noble and modest, it was rare for him to claim credit not his own.

But the level of intelligence captured in this new technique was something only he, a master of soul operations, could understand. Such keen, piercing insight required decades of immersion in soul manipulation.

Horus found it hard to believe that such a technique could come to someone in a single flash of insight.

Moreover, Rod’s statement was too grandiose, mismatching his usually understated and humble image.

Was he hiding something?

Horus stayed silent for a few seconds then decided to put the issue out of his mind. Saving lives was paramount. The power of a First Level Combatant was especially crucial at this time. Who would willingly give that up if not absolutely necessary?