I create patterns, regardless of your level of expertise.

What supernatural powers do humans possess?

In terms of lifespan, they cannot compare to the Spirit Race; in terms of cultivation efficiency, they cannot compare to the Demon Race.

What the hell else can we compare? Looks?

What might be considered a stunning beauty by the other three races could be considered an ugly duckling.

What are the supernatural powers of the demon race?

With that in mind, Li Hao started searching for information again.

Information about the demon race is easy to find, and it's much more detailed than information about the spirit race.

After all, in the early stages of the last great war, the Spirit Race fought the Demon Race, while the Human Race fought the Monster Race.

Aside from skills that all four races can learn, such as forging, alchemy, talismans, and formations.

If you insist on saying that it's something the demon race can do, but the other three races can't, or it's very difficult for them to do.

That's probably what I mean by transformation.

That is, to change one's appearance.

The transformation of the demon race is fundamentally different from Li Hao's "Thousand Transformations Technique".

Li Hao's technique is a magic, which can be identified through certain methods of detecting magic.

But the changes in the demon race are different.

That would truly transform it into a completely different being, making it virtually impossible to identify by external means.

During the great war, the human race suffered a lot because of this. At the worst time, everyone looked like a demon, and people were on edge. They would attack my teammates at the slightest sign of trouble.

How they eventually cracked this trick was actually quite simple.

That is, if you suspect someone is a demon in disguise, scratch their chin.

If he looks completely absorbed in it, just go for it! You can't go wrong!

However, this move only works on demons whose true form is an animal; it doesn't work on those whose true form is a plant.

Although it cannot recognize all of them, it can greatly reduce stress.

Well, that's good now. It seems that only humans have no special skills left.

Holy crap, are humans the ones abandoned by the Heavenly Way?

We can't just deceive ourselves by saying that a small hexagon is also a hexagonal warrior, can we?

The journey to the spirit world ended amidst these random thoughts.

Half a month later, they finally arrived at the border between the Demon Realm and the Spirit Realm.

However, the ships did not go directly in, but stopped at the edge.

Li Hao, along with the remaining members of the Spirit Clan, stood on the edge of the cliff, looking out at the endless void. He felt as if a million alpacas were stampeding through his mind.

"Are you sure you haven't taken the wrong turn?"

Li Hao turned to look at Ling Yuan and asked.

At this moment, Ling Yuan was on the verge of a mental breakdown.

That's right, this is the place! It used to be the spirit world, and they all came from here.

But what about the spirit world now?

Where is my huge spirit world?!

Ling Yuan was on the verge of collapse, clutching his forehead and saying, "No, it's impossible. Maybe it's some kind of illusion. The Spirit Realm is actually right in front of us, but we can't see it."

"Yes, that must be it! I'll go check it out!"

After saying that, he didn't care about anyone else's reaction and jumped out.

But as she ventured deeper, in that star-studded void, in the darkness untouched by light, something seemed to begin to erode Lingyuan's body.

This startled the rest of the Eldar.

"Queen, come back quickly!"

"Don't go any deeper, it's dangerous!"

Some shouted reminders, while others began to gather their energy, preparing to capture Ling Yuan.

However, just as they flew out, a rope bypassed them and headed straight for Lingyuan, precisely ensnaring her ankle.

Li Hao tried to pull back, but at first he couldn't move it.

"Oh? You're quite strong? But I'm not afraid of a contest of strength."

"Come back here!"

Li Hao increased his strength slightly, which allowed him to pull Ling Yuan back.

The guards thanked Li Hao repeatedly and brought Ling Yuan back.

At this moment, they all looked out into the void with mixed feelings.

I guess I can empathize with Li Hao when he first arrived.

The child who ran away from home, wandering outside, had neither good clothes nor good cigarettes...

As for Li Hao, he secretly used the Heavenly Guidance Technique, using the cause and effect of his previous battle with the Demon Lord to track down the Demon Lord's whereabouts.

The guiding lines appeared before my eyes, stretching from the cliff beneath my feet all the way into the depths of the void, their destination unknown.

Li Hao was now at a loss.

At this moment, I suddenly miss Old Deng.

If he were here, perhaps he could see something.

……

Meanwhile, the underworld.

Old Deng Wu Liangsheng, once again appearing in spirit form, wanders the land of the underworld.

The Three Lives Tree, a tree unique to the underworld, is not uncommon here, but it's certainly not rare.

However, most of these trees already have souls dwelling within them, and new bodies have begun to develop inside.

Without the aid of primordial yellow earth or other treasures, the process of gestation becomes increasingly lengthy.

And what exists even more than the Three Lives Tree is the soul.

This is something that can truly be seen everywhere, since beings from the other five realms may appear here in spirit form after they die.

But this is definitely not a blessing, but a form of torture.

Because the underworld is easy to enter, but difficult to leave.

How long does a person remain mentally alert? Ten thousand years? A million years?

In any case, most of the souls here have had their minds worn away over a long period of time, turning into souls that have even lost their instincts.

Perhaps this can no longer be called a soul, but rather an object formed by the aggregation of soul power.

Once you're inside, you can't even commit suicide.

No matter what method you use to kill yourself, you will definitely reappear here.

The entire underworld is actually a giant cage, imprisoning these unfortunate souls for tens of thousands of years.

Only by truly "escaping" can one escape this kind of imprisonment.

At this moment, as Wu Liangsheng flew, his gaze swept over the numerous soul entities.

He wasn't here looking for excitement out of boredom; he was there to handle something very important.

After flying for a while, he suddenly stopped and raised his hand to press on the soul in front of him.

After verifying that it wasn't the person he was looking for, he continued flying until he encountered the next suspected target's spirit, then stopped to verify it again.

This kind of work is undoubtedly very tedious, but he is quite patient.

But as he was searching, he suddenly felt that the moon seemed much brighter than usual tonight.

The underworld is a place of eternal night, devoid of stars and moon, its outermost layer enveloped in absolute darkness.

However, because Wu Liangsheng's spiritual attainments were high enough and his perception was strong, the darkness did not affect his vision at all. In addition, he was too focused on finding his target.

He didn't even notice when this patch of moonlight appeared on this land.

Only then did he notice, and he looked up.

In the darkness above, a full moon had appeared out of nowhere.

Even the well-informed Wu Liangsheng was immediately bewildered by this bizarre situation.

After he came to his senses, he squinted, trying his best to see what it was.

Just a few breaths later, he couldn't help but swear.

"Damn it, what happened to the spirit world here?!"

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

Chapters 86 to 94 have been significantly revised; those who read them on January 1.17th can go back and take a look.