CHAPTER 795: CHAPTER 442: GODDESS’ TEARS_2

The cost of cultivating such a powerful Unawakened is considerable. Many people have died in the early stages of experimentation, and many more couldn’t endure the rejection reaction during the middle-to-later stages. Even those who successfully step into the final phase might accidentally lose control.

People who reach a state as powerful and stable as Amora are few and far between.

Under the inhuman voice of Stone City’s Calier, how many bones are buried, Horus dares not think about it. This is a practice against the will of fire, and the Royal City would never allow such sacrilege against humanity and the Soul if not for the immense gap in combat power.

But Megan and the current Calier are still constantly demanding to scale up, asking for more test subjects, more resources. His reasoning is that the First Level Combat Power cultivated in this way is far less costly than a conventional First Level Combatant. They can serve as expendables to protect the seedlings so they can grow into towering trees healthily.

Where there is light, there shall be shadow.

Calier is the shadow beneath the Fire Throne.

"Let’s begin."

Horus interrupted his thoughts and spoke solemnly.

"Rod, you will be my assistant."

Under Horus’s sharp gaze, Rod could only reluctantly agree. Otherwise, how unreasonable would it be for the proposer of a Soul Technique to not dare to be an assistant for the Technique?

Of course, Rod didn’t intend to deceive Horus. Just now, the Book of Knowledge had warned that the Dream Realm had stayed in the Light Country for too long, causing a significant disturbance in the Spirit Realm. Some great entities that had lain dormant for ages seemed to have been awoken, and they were searching for the source of the disturbance.

Rod was shocked. According to the Book of Knowledge, these great entities, despite being so powerful that even though their Souls had been fallen and corrupted for eons, had not completely deteriorated to become Symbionts of the Black Fog. Yet, their powers were no less than those of the Symbionts, and they had, in essence, already become monsters.

If they were encountered in the Spirit Realm, they would likely attack the Dream Bubble directly.

In order to prevent the Dream Realm from incurring severe damage, the Book of Knowledge repeatedly admonished Rod not to intensify the disturbance any further, especially not to reveal the existence of the Dream Realm. Those ancient and great entities were beyond reason. Their perception was unpredictable, not to mention the Black Fog that permeated the world.

Any mention of the Dream Realm, in any form, would exacerbate the disturbance. Although Rod had declared war on the Black Fog, that was strategic contempt. Tactically, he still had to be cautious and avoid causing unnecessary disturbances.

Of course, if a powerful Soul of a Black Fog Symbiont were placed before him, Rod would not hesitate to devour it. He would never stop growing out of fear, waiting for a destiny that could only lead to Destruction.

So, Rod could only reluctantly accept this honor against his will.

Alas, there’s no helping it. For the sake of humanity’s future, I alone must endure the reproach of conscience.

Oh, the agony.

Rod nearly laughed out, and stepping forward in the gaze full of anticipation from Ye Feng and the others, he fed the Goddess’ Tears in his palm to the patient.

Amora was already unconscious, but the Goddess’ Tears still slid effortlessly into his mouth.

Everyone waited anxiously, and after a moment, a faint glow emanated from Amora’s body. Horus, with his keen observation, noticed that the erosion and corruption had stopped, and his Soul was no longer restless; it had calmed down.

But this was only temporary. Once the effect of the Goddess’ Tears wore off, he would fall back into darkness.

Horus turned his gaze to Rod.

Rod froze for several seconds before responding.

"It’s ready, Your Grace, please proceed."

Horus hummed, "Why the hesitation? Did you really come up with this Technique?"

Rod gave a faint smile, "Your Grace, you should allow for the slowness of a genius. I came up with this Technique using boundless wisdom, but this is the first practice. Any Truth needs to be confirmed by practice, and even a genius like me can be nervous."

Horus gave him a look, and his tone suddenly softened.

"Little Rod, it seems I’ve underestimated you. Your words are filled with rare wisdom. Perhaps I cannot judge your intelligence based on your usually brainless behavior. Geniuses are different after all."

Rod bowed his head, "Your observation is sharp, Your Grace. True wisdom cannot be easily perceived."

Horus gave him another glance but said nothing. He turned his gaze away, his expression becoming incredibly solemn, flicked his fingertips, and white light enveloped the area. It was like a canopy, separating the external environment and forming an independent Space.

The white light swept across the Space, clearing away any free impurities.

The Archbishop raised his right hand, and the white light converged into a fine, sharp dagger, fitting perfectly in his palm.

He looked at Amora for a moment, and his right hand slowly made the cut.

The white blade entered the body, reaching into the Soul.

The Soul Tether is a Soul creation, in the dark night of the Soul, it is as difficult to find as a strand of hair. Without the level of a Medical expert like the Archbishop, it would be impossible to perform such high-level Soul surgery.

Of course, such a sophisticated and high-end Technique obviously couldn’t have been invented by Rod.

It came from the basic knowledge provided by the Book of Knowledge and the means provided by a strong and unyielding Soul, willing to endure pain. The two forces combined to come up with a solution.

Asa deserves more credit. He has done a lot of research on Souls and changes to Souls and has some understanding of Calier’s experiments.