Start in Terra, immortal

"By the way, Mar just said that we can go directly to Volume 1 without having to open the portal to Volume 2," the adventurer reminded him.

"Oh, I see. I understand now." The administrator paused for a moment, then reached out and granted access to the final volume. "I've opened the portal to the final volume..."

Unaware of the administrator's somewhat disappointed expression, the three stepped straight into the last portal.

After the golden light swirled around them, the three immediately realized that this place was different from all the worlds in the memory books they had encountered before.

Peaceful and stable, without the terrifying darkness or the oppressive pressure that makes it hard to breathe.

After looking around, the three of them realized that they were inside a pavilion.

In the center of the pavilion, there is a vortex that rotates slowly like a nebula. Outside the pavilion, on one side is a vast, calm sea, and on the other side, a pier connects to the lush, verdant land.

During the time they observed the vortex, several transparent creatures emerged from it. The three were familiar with these creatures—they had seen them in Hell and the Underworld; they were the spirits of the dead.

At the same time, a pulling sensation came from within their bodies, as if something was being torn away from them. However, since it was just a memory replay, this force could be resisted with just a little effort.

At first, the three didn't take this power seriously, until they witnessed it forcibly pulling a ball of extremely pure energy from the spirit within the vortex. Only then did they realize what was happening.

"They... seem to have had their power stripped away?" Xilan rubbed her chest, as if reliving the feeling that her heart was about to leap out of her chest.

"That's right, look!" Alice pointed to the souls that looked extremely weak after being pulled out of the energy cluster. "Their state of being completely drained is like they've been squeezed dry."

After calming their turbulent emotions, the three of them put away their carelessness and no longer let their guard down because of the tranquil surroundings. They cautiously stepped out of the pavilion.

After crossing the pier onto land, the three looked back and discovered that there was a plaque above the pavilion with characters they did not recognize.

"Arad?" the adventurer uttered instinctively.

"This doesn't seem to be the language of our world," Alice said. "But strangely, I can understand it..."

west Lan was overjoyed, pointing to the characters: "This is what real writing should be! You don't even need to learn it; you can understand its meaning at a glance. This kind of writing should be promoted!"

"This kind of writing system is almost impossible to promote!" Just as Xilan finished speaking, a voice rang out from behind them.

"This is spiritual script. Writing this script requires the expenditure of soul power. The reader actually understands its meaning by perceiving the soul power within the text. Without sufficient strength, writing this script is tantamount to suicide..."

Upon hearing voices, the three turned around and looked at the speaker.

"Kalon?"

The person who came was Charon, whom the three of them had met in the underworld.

"We meet again, adventurer!" Although it was impossible to see any expression on Karon's face, which was covered by runes, his voice sounded quite friendly.

"Our Lord is already waiting for you."

"Is it... Lord Rosso?" The adventurer hesitated for a moment before finally uttering the name.

"That's right." Caron explained to them as he led them through space, "Lord Rosso has been waiting for you ever since you met Moros!"

He tore a gap in space, and after completing the journey, the gap repaired itself. None of the three had ever experienced such a unique method of travel before, and they were all filled with wonder.

I don't understand it, but I'm utterly shocked!

This feeling didn't last long before they encountered something even more emotionally charged.

"Bakal? He's not dead after all..." The adventurer had expected that Bakal was alive. What he hadn't expected was to see him in the spirit world.

Bakal, with his arms crossed, naturally noticed the three men's gaze. He simply nodded to them without exchanging any further pleasantries.

The seven mechanical warriors beside Bakal were not as aloof as him, and they all greeted the adventurer with smiles.

"Taneba, Lati, Porgan..." Alice called out the names she had only recently become familiar with, "All seven mechanical warriors are here..."

"It's not just them." A gentle and familiar voice came from ahead.

The three looked in the direction of the sound and saw Rosso standing in front of a strangely styled building, with several other people standing beside him.

One of them wore a white-gold robe and a red cloak, with a calm expression and wise eyes. The other was a lively and cheerful young girl with curious and excited eyes.

"Welcome to the Spirit Realm, the true Spirit Realm." Rosso spoke with a smile, his voice clearly reaching the three of them. "This is not a replay of memories, but reality. You have arrived directly at the 'Arad Vortex Pavilion' of the Spirit Realm through a special passage in the Mar Memory Library."

"Reality?!" Xilan's eyes widened. "We...we've gone straight from our memories into the real world? Or another world?"

“That’s one way to put it,” Strange stepped forward and explained. “I covered the spirit world that Mar had manifested, the spirit world he remembered, with the real spirit world!” As he spoke, a hint of smugness flashed in his eyes.

"The Great Magician Stephen Strange greets Your Excellency the Adventurer."

A young girl standing nearby greeted them warmly, "Hi everyone! My name is America, and I'm a gatekeeper in the spirit world. Welcome to the spirit world! If you'd like to visit any part of the spirit world, feel free to come find me!"

"Hello! Hello!..." The three responded somewhat stiffly. The amount of information was too much for them to process at once.

Rosso smiled at their shocked expressions. "Don't be nervous. I invited you here not to force you to do anything. I just think that seeing and hearing things for yourself is more convincing than any explanation."

He pointed to the building behind him, which clearly blended various styles, and said, "This is one of the core areas of the spirit world. Bakal, Taneba and the others, Strange, America, Karon, and many other souls from other worlds exist here in new forms and contribute to the development of the spirit world."

"You said before that I needed to become stronger..." The adventurer looked at Rosso, his tone complicated, "All of this is related to the Spirit Realm, isn't it? You cultivated 'Blade' and collected powerful souls, all for... strengthening the Spirit Realm and preparing for future crises?"

Rosso nodded frankly: "That's right. What I will face in the future is precisely why you need to grow. The growth of the spirit world cannot be achieved by me alone..."