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Upon hearing this, Herder raised the glowing object in her hand and pushed it toward Kahn.

"This is part of the water of life; you can feel its effects on you."

Holding the luminous object that flew towards him in his hand, Kahn could feel the immense energy it contained—a vibrant and warm energy brimming with life.

His body, which had been honed to near its limit, became as active as parched land that had not received rain for a long time. Even the hidden wounds left by the long battles seemed to be healed.

But this baptism came and went quickly; after all, it was only a small part that could awaken his entire body for a moment. Kahn fell silent and turned to look at Hilder.

Seeing Kahn's expression, Hilder understood immediately. "As you can see, this continent will connect to other unknown worlds, just as it has connected to yours."

Hilder pointed to the trampled ruins of Temega and the corpses of the giants lying on the ground.

"To prevent such tragedies from happening again, I implore you to remain in the Demon Realm and, when it connects to the next world, eliminate those who harbor malice towards it. The reward will be the Water of Life."

Kahn gazed into the distance, pondered for a moment, and said, "Besides you, there are other powerful beings in the Demon Realm. I believe you can easily handle these problems without needing my power."

"You jest, sir. I am merely an elementalist who knows a little magic, and I do not possess power as great as yours. As for that one..." Hilder also turned to the direction Kahn was looking, "That being would probably not act because of the Water of Life, and besides, He might not even care about the survival of the Demon Realm, let alone the lives of the Demons."

In the end, Kahn chose to stay in the Demon Realm. It is unknown whether he was interested in the being Hilder mentioned or in the Water of Life in Hilder's possession. He found a place to live in the Association Square in Brooklyn and went into seclusion.

The moment Kahn stepped into the Demon Realm, Rosso sensed something—one of the twelve auras that Kahn had spared.

Rosso paid no attention to Kahn's subsequent spying, nor did he leave that special state of seeing through everything and controlling the rules. He simply traversed space and arrived in front of Hilder.

"I have experienced the power of the elements, and I have also seen their many possibilities. This is a broad road leading to the heavens, and the road ahead is very wide."

In this state, Rosso's voice carried a deep, resonant quality. "The Holy Spirit state, which is the state I'm in right now, is the simplest and most direct way to utilize the elements. It seems that as long as you have enough magical power, you can enter this state. See if you can enter this state?"

Hilder shook his head. Some gods seemed to have a misunderstanding of their own magical power. Man-made gods are still gods, and they are incomparable to those who have inherited the power of gods.

Entering a state of divine power at will is not as simple as Rosso said, which only requires having enough magic power. Not everyone can completely fill themselves with magic power, and even if they can, not everyone has such a vast amount of mental strength to control the activation of magic power.

This behavior is akin to walking a tightrope; the slightest misstep will result in being swallowed up by the elements and completely wiped out.

Rosso did not insist. What he was concerned about now was not the Holy Spirit state, but what he saw when he entered the Holy Spirit state—a certain substance that seemed to be both energy and information, emanating from the corpses of the demons and the giants from Greenbrad.

These substances are slowly dissipating, constantly being assimilated by the elemental particles existing in space.

As if by instinct, Rosso began to absorb the energy around the corpses, and before the matter dissipated, he also absorbed it into his spiritual sea, until the corpses disappeared along with Rosso.

Within the sea of ​​spirit, watching those substances slowly gather and converge to form a shape, Rosso's expression was strange. This overwhelming sense of déjà vu made him instantly realize that he himself had probably been formed in the same way.

In a short while, the dead creatures from the outside world were displayed one by one in the sea of ​​consciousness, and their figures, large and small, began to gradually awaken.

"I...I wasn't trampled to death by a monster?" A demonic creature muttered to itself, looking at its solidified hands.

The shouts and roars echoed throughout the sea of ​​the spirit.

"This...this must be the afterlife, but...those monsters..."

Before the emotion called fear could spread, waves rose in the sea of ​​the mind.

The pitch-black, empty sky suddenly brightened, and a piece of land rose from the sea. The mountains, water, grass, trees, and even the destroyed buildings on the land were so real, just like the outside world of Jemaaga.

This sudden turn of events was undoubtedly the work of Rosso.

Using the energy he absorbed from the other dimension during this time, Rosso constructed a landmass completely identical to the outside world of Jemega to house the spirits that came with the external energy.

"Since those substances are products of the soul's decomposition, why do I instinctively want to absorb them?" Rosso wondered. "Or perhaps it's not that I want to absorb them, but that this sea of ​​spirits is instinctively accepting spiritual entities?"

Feeling the more stable and solidified sea of ​​spirit than before, Rosso pondered for a moment. He casually dispersed most of the monsters that were about to go berserk into particles and merged them into the sea of ​​spirit. He then gathered the few giant objects that had not yet had time to react and placed them in a place far away from the buildings.

For Rosso at this stage, the Sea of ​​Spirit is no longer just a sea, but rather an independent spiritual space, or a spiritual dimension.

Rosso is the ruler of this dimension. He can perfectly control everything within the dimension, including the newly formed souls absorbed from the outside world. Their life and death are only in Rosso's hands.

The demons who witnessed this scene recovered from their panic, and upon seeing Rosso, a sense of submission and worship arose in the hearts of every demon.

"This is the Spirit Realm, the place where you will live from now on," Rosso's gentle voice appeared in the ears of every demon. "You must know what you have encountered. Don't panic. Just live your lives as you did when you were alive. Similar situations will only increase in the future, so you must learn to get used to it."

For the sake of convenience in the future, Rosso simply gave this spiritual dimension a name—the Spirit Realm.

As for why it's called this, firstly, this dimension seems to be accessible only to spirits and energy, making it easier to understand as a world that accommodates souls; secondly, it's to distinguish it from other realms that house spirits, such as heaven, hell, and the underworld.

After all, we don't know if there is a heaven, but it seems that there really is a hell and a underworld here.