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The "Dark Holy War" sweeping across the continent of Arad, from the perspective of the spirit world, actually holds hidden benefits.

Although those imposters had pledged their souls to Chaos, when they perished, before their souls had fully returned to Chaos's embrace, they would be directly intercepted and diverted by Kalon using his authority in the spirit world.

Among them, those that are completely corrupted and beyond redemption have their soul essence stripped away, transformed into the purest energy, which becomes the "resources" for the expansion of the spirit world.

Those souls that still retain a sliver of clarity and are not completely corrupted are purified by the laws of the spirit world, erasing the corrupting elements of chaos, and thus remain, becoming new inhabitants of the spirit world.

However, the origin of the soul, after being eroded by chaos and refined by the spirit world, is ultimately imperfect.

The most direct manifestation of this is that most of these souls have lost a lot of memories, and some have even degenerated into low-level spirits that act only on instinct, living in a daze.

However, in the spirit world, this is not an insurmountable defect. As long as enough spiritual matter is absorbed, given time, these damaged souls still have the opportunity to gradually recover.

Although the completed soul may be very different from the original "person", it at least gains the right to "exist" in the spirit world.

The real "problem" lies in the source of the imposters—Ozma.

This god of chaos made a direct deal with the "chaos" of a higher dimension, and the fate of his soul after his fall is extremely difficult to interfere with.

However, Ozma's soul contains the abundant source of the Arad world that Rosso and the spirit world are currently desperately craving.

To "perfectly snatch" this crucial resource from chaos requires meticulous planning and calculation.

This is precisely the core reason why Rosso instructed Zhao Xin to "only punish, not kill".

As for the clergy who worshipped Remedios, Rosso did not interfere with their final resting place.

Remedios, as the representative of light and life in this world, is a true "benevolent god"—He sincerely responds to the prayers of believers, bestows real divine power, and even in his sanctuary, devout believers have the opportunity to ascend to become true "archangels".

From any perspective, maintaining a good relationship with such a being is more beneficial than harmful. After all, He truly will lend a helping hand when needed.

Thanks to the "contribution" of the vast number of imposter souls that were thoroughly purified and brought here during the Dark Holy War, the territory of the spirit world has quietly undergone another significant expansion.

During this period, Rosso devoted most of his energy to observing changes in the spirit world.

Every pulse and every expansion of the spirit world was clearly reflected in his perception.

When the spirit world grew to about eight times its original size, a familiar disturbance reappeared deep within Rosso's spiritual sea.

A dark, deep, slowly rotating "vortex" is silently emerging from the seabed of consciousness and rising towards the "surface".

Rosso collectively refers to these mysterious passages that appear in the spirit world and connect different worlds as "world vortexes".

Since they look almost identical, Rosso clearly marked the names of the worlds they connected to on the "Vortex Pavilion" when building it to support and stabilize the Vortex while stripping away the power of the soul, such as the existing "Arad" and "Runelands".

"What kind of world will we be connected to this time?" Rosso wondered with anticipation.

The access to each new world signifies new possibilities, new sources of energy, and opportunities for the spiritual realm and oneself to further grow stronger.

As always, the vortex that resembled a miniature "black hole"—the new boundary vortex—slowly broke through the surface of the spiritual sea and stabilized at a specific coordinate in the spirit realm.

At the same time, a brand-new Vortex Pavilion rose from the ground under Rosso's will, its ingenious structure enveloping and fixing the Vortex.

The plaque on the pavilion, currently blank, awaits the name of the new world.

This time, Rosso didn't hesitate much. He adjusted his state, ensuring a stable connection with the spirit world, and then stepped into the swirling darkness.

Within the spirit realm, with Rosso's entry, symbolic phenomena reappeared—a sudden gust of wind arose, waves surged in the sea of ​​spirit, and the sky shimmered with ever-changing light.

However, for the "old residents" of the spirit world who were already used to it, this was just another ordinary event, at most attracting a few curious glances.

Only those newly joined souls, unfamiliar with this, will be caught off guard by this sudden "change in the color of heaven and earth."

A strange world, an endless desert.

The vortex that appeared out of nowhere spat out Rosso's figure, which gently landed on the scalding sand.

The moment their feet touched the ground, an immense and vast spiritual pressure instantly enveloped the entire planet.

Information flooded into Rosso's consciousness like a torrent.

Topography, life fluctuations, energy nodes, traces of civilization...

"This is... Earth?!"

A name so familiar that it sent shivers down his spine surfaced, followed by a moment of exhilaration.

However, almost simultaneously, more subtle sensory feedback ruthlessly extinguished this spark.

Soul fluctuations, energy spectrum, subtle differences in the laws of the world... In particular, he sensed a "special existence" that was being conceived, whose soul strength already surpassed that of all known life forms on this planet.

And the labels that subsequently surfaced in his consciousness, intertwined with the information of this world:

New Asgard, S.H.I.E.L.D., Wakanda, Stark Industries, Infinity Stones...

The light in Rosso's eyes subsided, turning into a sense of relief.

"Heh... not 'going home'."

He murmured to himself, the fleeting, subtle stirring of emotion about his "hometown" quietly subsided.

This is not the blue planet from his past life, but a unique world also called "Earth," but one teeming with superheroes, alien gods, futuristic technology, and mysterious forces—a multiverse known as "Marvel."

Since the "Marvel" universe, which only existed in his fantasy works in his previous life, could be connected to and descend upon by the spirit world, then the possibility of connecting to the world where his true home is located may not be out of reach—although he doesn't actually have much of an obsession with "going home" itself.

With his thoughts settled, Rosso refocused his attention on this newly connected world.

His spiritual pressure perception is like the most sophisticated radar, constantly scanning the entire planet and even neighboring dimensions.

"Since it's the Marvel Universe..." He frowned slightly, sensing the distribution map of soul strength that was being fed back.

"The density and intensity of the 'abnormal individuals' here seem to be much lower than the 'average' I remember... The energy activity is also somewhat abnormal. Something's not right here."

It's not that there are no powerful beings, but rather that the overall number of "energy levels" and "special beings" deviates from the expected model he built based on his vague understanding from his previous life. This universe seems to be in some... special phase, or has been affected by some kind of influence.

The souls of many life forms on this planet are subtly tending towards a certain kind of...unity in their inherent "qualities".

They are not entirely identical, but like iron filings attracted by some invisible magnetic force, they show signs of shifting towards a certain core pattern.

This phenomenon reminded him of those imposters on the continent of Arad who were infected with the "Curse of Blood".

Their souls, under the erosion of chaos, will also gradually lose their uniqueness, be distorted and assimilated, and eventually return to a unified "chaotic template".

Finding a similar individual among countless unique souls is like finding a needle in a haystack.

The fact that such signs of convergence are now appearing on a large scale and so widely cannot be explained by natural evolution or mere coincidence.

There must be some powerful and continuous external force quietly interfering with the underlying structure of life on this planet, like an invisible mold trying to shape billions of different individuals into similar forms.

As for the source of this interference...

Rosso already had a rough idea in his mind.