The old man you see with your phone is highly suspicious.

He then cut open the fissure, revealing a planet that had been sealed away for 40 billion years.

"let's go."

Xue Dinglu and the Great Sage went inside together, and even Yishan followed them.

Originally, Yishan was actually quite easygoing. After arriving in Xue's Law Space, the phrase he said most often was "I'm sorry."

This former senior seemed to have taken all the responsibility upon himself once again. He even took the responsibility for the birth of the Lord of Mist, the deaths caused by the Apostles, and even the people devoured by the Divine Tree... He believed that it was his own fault that led to this future.

But Xue's Law didn't think so. He believed that Ishan and all the expedition teams had done nothing wrong; they had done the best they could.

The so-called Lord of the Mist or the Apostles were not actually at fault, but rather a microcosm of the tragedy of that era.

Even without Fuge, others would have had similar ideas, and the birth of the Lord of the Mist would have been almost inevitable. The Domini tree seeds would have been used by others. There were too many tragedies in that era. Why did Fuge's proposal receive such overwhelming support, with countless funds and talents joining in to create a god?

It's because people in that era lost so much that they had to resort to such things to alleviate their pain and find peace of mind.

They are even the people who have the most right to say, "It's not me who's wrong, it's the world."

The Great Void of the Universe is a natural disaster that no one can predict, a pure natural disaster, something that is beyond any control and the most despairing kind of existence.

One person and two ghosts arrived here.

Compared to when Ishan first came here, this place is now an endless expanse of darkness, but this darkness doesn't pose much of a problem for them. However, when Xue Luding conjured a ball of holy light to provide illumination, he suddenly discovered...

This place is no longer the ruins of the Seventh Expeditionary Force, but a huge... graveyard!

Simple tombstones and last words are scattered everywhere in sight, and the wreckage and scorched earth from the explosion seem to have not faded even after 40 billion years.

Or perhaps it's due to the characteristics of the subspace that they can find traces of the past even in this era.

Looking at the scene here, Ishan seemed to be lost in memories again, and remained completely silent.

The old man pulled Xue Dinglu aside and asked, "Who is he...?"

"Well, if I had to say, could he be considered half a grandfather of the Lord of the Mist?" Xue Dinglu said.

"Hiss~" This was the first time the old man had lost his composure like this.

"Still the last member of Expedition 13..." Xue Dinglu continued to add.

Actually, the information that followed was even more explosive, but this time the old man didn't react as strongly.

"So, what do you want to do?" the Great Sage asked.

"To collect the bodies of those who died here." Xue Dinglu stated his purpose bluntly.

This was his original idea: Xue Lude should at least not let these members of the expedition team be forever sealed away in this dark and sunless subspace.

They were heroes who chose to sacrifice themselves to save the world, even though they were all losers; the ultimate winners were the 13th Expedition Team.

But for the countless martyrs who, like moths to a flame, plunged into the vast void of the universe, their deaths, at the very least, paved the way for him, their descendant, to now find the smooth path ahead.

Ishan stopped in front of a tombstone, her pupils constricting.

Perhaps because there is no wind or natural activity in the subspace rift, these tombstones, despite their dilapidation, still allow us to see many things clearly.

Xue Dinglu saw the ancient characters engraved on the inserted metal plate.

"In memory of the tomb of the Dark Elf Karl..."

Simple words, yet at this moment, Ishan seemed completely unable to control herself. This scarred man knelt before the grave and wept uncontrollably.

Karl the Dark Elf was the first member of Expedition 13 to die. He fought desperately to save the drones as the starship was about to make contact with the spatial rift.

However, he still failed; not only did he lose the drone, but he also died there.

It was his death that made everyone realize just how dangerous this place was.

It's unclear who erected this grave. Perhaps it was a member of the expedition that arrived later. They found Karna's dismembered body nearby and discovered the last record left by this predecessor, so they simply erected this tombstone here.

And there are countless tombstones like these here.

“Old man, I want to build a ‘Hall of Heroes’,” Xue Dinglu said.

"Valhalla?"

“Yes, I think, not only at this time, but a long time ago, probably when you died in front of me, I may have had this idea…” Xue Dinglu smiled, “In addition, later, the Mimic King also handed over the ‘Netherworld’ of the Interstellar Squadron to me, and this idea may have been able to gradually be realized.”

"That's just the kind of person I am."

"Even if they are dead, I hope that at least future generations can remember their stories. At the very least, after many years, someone will remember that they once left themselves here forever for the future. I want to preserve this last trace forever."

"This Hall of Heroes, I think, is both to preserve these last traces and, like you, to give hope for the future..."

Xue's Law took a step forward.

The next moment, in an instant, drops of hellish blood fell to the ground, and an endless sea of ​​flowers instantly spread out.

The sea of ​​flowers instantly enveloped this desolate planet, covering each grave and remains.

The next moment, in Ishan's gaze, which reflected the sea of ​​flowers, countless rays of light scattered out, and one of them slowly gathered into an outline in front of him.

The silhouette of one of his former teammates, the dark elf Karl!

No, it wasn't just Karl; here, there were hundreds, thousands of people like him who wanted to stop the Great Void of the Universe, and their light began to shine.

"How beautiful..." Looking at the sea of ​​flowers, the old man smiled, reached out his hand, and caught a fluttering petal.

Chapter 494 The Establishment of Valhalla

In the sea of ​​flowers, one by one, souls rise up.

The Great Sage couldn't understand what these spirits looked like. Unlike the current universe, where all intelligent races gravitate towards the King, in that era, countless people grew up to adapt to the local climate.

All sorts of souls stood up in the sea of ​​flowers, calling out the names of familiar faces, or embracing each other in the rain of petals, telling each other about what would happen in the future.

They failed, but "they" succeeded.

The sacrifices of this generation helped the world overcome one of its greatest crises. Although the future is not as bright as they had imagined, at least there is still a future.

In the sea of ​​flowers, Yishan met her old friend. They didn't speak and remained silent.

The atmosphere was extremely awkward. The two seemed to have endless things to say, but the moment they opened their mouths, they couldn't utter a single word.

“Thank you, Ishan…” Finally, the dark elf spoke, saying, “Thank you for finally reaching the end.”

He lowered his head slightly. This secret agent of the United Front, who served as a kind of "supervisor" in every expedition, solemnly said, "Thank you..."

Ishan didn't speak; he seemed to be holding back his tears, then he couldn't stop sobbing.

Perhaps such scenes are happening around every flower here: old friends who know each other, companions who died in front of them, they eventually gather together, telling each other about themselves and the future.

Seeing this, Xue Dinglu also smiled.

“Perhaps this is where the true significance of this technique lies,” Xue Dinglu said.

The God of Order handed over the Netherworld, which was originally created by the Mimic King, to him. It was not a subspace, but it had a similar function to the subspace. It was somewhat like another space, a virtual world that relied entirely on the Mimic King's original computing power.

This is the underworld, or you could call it a pure land, or an oasis... you could call it anything.

In essence, it is somewhat like the fairy tale world created by the Evil Eye, but it is more refined and stable than the fairy tale world because it preserves the souls of all the Star Squadrons.

Although these souls will gradually dissipate over time, and souls cannot exist in the world forever, the time they can be free and conscious is limited. The Mimic King created this Pure Land simply to prevent more people's souls from suffering in the Warp.

It's as if, although Ishan is a soul from 40 billion years ago, his memories are not long. In his memory, it's as if he just died and the next moment he entered Xue's body.

The ancient souls here are the same; they are forever "forcibly frozen" in the subspace rift. In this place where molecular movement is extremely distorted, their souls seem to have been imprisoned for 40 billion years.

What Xue Law wanted to do was simply to provide these heroes with final end-of-life care after their deaths.

Valhalla is essentially a virtual world that belongs to each individual, a product similar to a fairy tale world, and it will also be their final home.

Perhaps they will still be inside, and with time and activity, their souls will gradually dissipate, eventually transforming into the purest spiritual particles.

But in this "fairytale world" that belongs to each of them, they can accomplish everything they want to do.

To put it simply, the Hall of Heroes that Xue's Law is planning to build is an independent "my world" for each soul. They can accomplish anything in their own world, connect with others online, or live a good life together with more people in one world.

“Or perhaps, this Hall of Heroes could also be called ‘The Distant Ideal Land.’” Xue Dinglu stood in the sea of ​​flowers, smiling as he looked at the old man.

"Furthermore, although these seniors will retire in this idyllic place, if their juniors encounter problems they can't solve in the future, I think there will still be seniors willing to lend a helping hand to help those incompetent juniors solve some minor troubles," Xue Dinglu said.

"I want to place this Hall of Heroes in the very center of the academy. In the future, if any seniors are bored, they can invite students to come and amuse them, or take on a disciple, and entrust everything they once had to the future, just like you once did for me." Xue Dinglu said, slowly unfolding his plan.

Before the formation of the Great Void, the universe had no concept of a soul.

Because the essence of the soul is nothing more than a polymer of the spiritual particles of an intelligent being.

This is why only intelligent beings can possess a soul, and gradually grow to resemble a supreme being.

Without proper guidance, the souls of the dead will eventually drift to the deepest part of the subspace, which is the direction of the King.

Furthermore, along the way, it gradually dissipates until it transforms into the purest spiritual particles, continuing to become the purest chaotic energy for constructing the subspace.

It can be said that all existing power, soul, and foundation are miracles born from the balance between reverence for the king and nothingness.

The Divine Tree absorbs human corpses and souls, but only for the sake of spiritual particles.

When the Great Sage heard Xue's dream, he smiled and said, "If only I had such a grand ideal and the corresponding power back then."

“It’s not too late now, old man,” Xue Dinglu immediately retorted.

He looked at the ancient spirits who were still talking about their future, and Xue Dinglu opened his mouth and said, "Seniors, we are going home!"

All the souls looked this way and surged over.

This was actually a simple little program that Xue Law had added beforehand. It was like the people summoned by his Hellblood Heroic Spirit would receive a copy of Xue Law's self-made "Complete Collection of Modern Basic Common Sense" upon their arrival.

Although Xue Law doesn't know if there are any problems with the general knowledge he wrote, he'll just use it for now and revise it later if there are any issues.

This simple common sense, directly transmitted to the minds of each Heroic Spirit, is actually the most effective way for them to quickly understand the current situation and avoid unstable mental states such as "Who am I? Where am I? Are there any enemies?"

Soon enough, they all returned to the Hall of Heroes, which was also the "pure land" within Xue Luding's body.

After figuring out the situation in Valhalla, they would connect with people they knew online and spend their final days in this virtual world after death.

Once each person enters, their name, life story, and everything else will be recorded in Valhalla.

Perhaps in the future, as long as Xue's school doesn't close down, the stories of these martyrs will live on forever.

Even if Xue's school closes down, the successors who inherit this Hall of Heroes will still record these stories and let the stories of the martyrs be sung from generation to generation until they become obscure ancient myths and legends.

Or perhaps they were gender-modified, becoming some fan-made gender-modified beautiful girls in later generations to trick people into spending money?

A ridiculous idea suddenly popped into Xue's mind, and he quickly shook his head.