Chapter 719 Soul Speculation
"This... is so delicious!" After a long while, Phyllis slowed down her swallowing.
Whenever other diners passed by, they would cast surprised glances—the table was filled with various food boxes, from hamburgers to egg tarts, enough for five or six people, but only three people were sitting at the table. Roland received many disdainful looks for this, since compared to the two slender and attractive women opposite him, the possibility that he would stuff all these foods into his stomach was obviously much higher.
"Wipe her face," Roland said helplessly, while also feeling a little fortunate that he brought her to a fast-food restaurant instead of a high-end restaurant, otherwise this meal would have emptied his wallet.
Jieluo took out a wet wipe and helped Phyllis wipe away the tear stains and grease from her lips—fortunately, witches were naturally beautiful and hardly needed makeup, otherwise this tearful lunch would have smeared her face beyond recognition. And the little girl was probably seeing someone so miserable for the first time, so happy to cry even when eating KFC, her sympathy had overflowed, and her attitude towards her had changed one hundred and ten degrees.
"There are also ice cream cones here, but we can talk about the dream first," seeing that she had eaten almost enough, Roland took a sip of Coke and got to the point, "Before you entered the dream, did you notice any anomalies or something wrong?"
"But..." She glanced at Jieluo beside her.
"It's okay, it's just a childhood dream," he winked.
"I understand," Phyllis immediately understood what he meant, "Indeed, it has been a long time... let me think, there was nothing special at the time, I just leaned against the wall as usual to cut off consciousness, which helps me recover my energy quickly without completely losing vigilance."
"You can sense external changes even after cutting off consciousness?"
She nodded, "I only stopped controlling my body, and my consciousness sank into the darkness, but I can still perceive when there is danger around. It doesn't come from sight or hearing, but a kind of indescribable feeling, as if someone is reminding me in the dark. Celine calls this phenomenon a potential connection. If you are drawn into a soul container, that is complete sleep, with no awareness at all."
"What are you talking about?" Jieluo pouted, "Who is Celine?"
"A psychologist, children shouldn't interrupt adults," Roland glanced at her, "If you feel bored, go for a walk in the park, watch people fishing and flying kites, but don't go too far from us."
The little girl hummed dissatisfiedly and walked out of the store with an ice cream cone.
"Is it okay?" Phyllis asked, looking at her back through the window.
"It's okay, the security level is very high in this era, and ordinary people can't deceive her," Roland shrugged, "You go on."
"Yes, once I enter deep sleep, I should be floating in an endless darkness. There is no light, no sound, nothing exists... and I can't do anything." The ancient witch paused, "But this time the scene that appeared turned out to be your residence in the dream world. My surprise at the time was simply beyond words. Fortunately, I saw you soon."
"Hmm..." Roland pondered for a moment, "In other words, the only difference between this sleep and usual is that you are in my castle."
"That's the only difference." Phyllis swallowed the last ice cream cone and breathed a long sigh of satisfaction.
Seeing the yellow tip of the cone gradually disappear into the ancient witch's mouth, a thought suddenly flashed through Roland's mind, "Pillar of light!"
"What?"
"Didn't you say that when I fall asleep, a huge orange pillar of light as wide as a city wall appears?"
"That's right," Phyllis was slightly taken aback, as if she realized something.
"And you have a pillar of light too, right?"
"Do you mean... our pillars of light overlapped?"
"That's right. The Lord's castle in Border Town is just an ordinary stone building, and it's impossible for it to connect you to the dream. Thinking about it, the pillar of light is the only thing we have in common." Roland slammed his palm down, "But simply relying on the overlapping of the pillars of light is not enough, otherwise Anna and Nightingale should have entered the dream world long ago, cutting off consciousness may be the key."
All the descriptions about the witches of Taquila, the word soul has always puzzled him.
Whether it is the shell of the God's Punishment Warrior or the strangely shaped biological carrier, the survivors of Taquila control them by transferring their souls, but... what is the soul?
According to Roland's understanding, the soul is a combination of thinking and memory, a phenomenon generated by neurons interacting with each other through electricity, not something that actually exists, and cannot continue without the body. But the soul core of the underground civilization broke this concept, not only turning the soul into a substance that can exist out of thin air, but also being able to transfer it around.
At first, he vaguely attributed it to the mystery of magic, but now it seems that it is likely not what he imagined—what if thinking and memory can be parsed?
Assuming that the pillar of light and magic all come from the Red Moon, then the so-called soul may also be the same—when the soul core is activated, the person whose soul is extracted forms a complete memory body in the Red Moon, and the pillar of light is just a transmission channel, thus creating the appearance of soul transfer.
According to Pasha, because the magic conversion is too complicated, the gods took over this process, which is manifested in the thickness of the pillar of light. Regardless of whether it is correct or not, if it is just simulating memory, it is indeed easier than magic manifestation and creating things out of thin air, so the pillar of light above the God's Punishment Witch's head is so small that it can be justified.
Following this line of thought, the complexity of the dream world exceeds the ability of most witches, so the pillar of light is as thick as a city wall. When Phyllis cuts off consciousness within this range, her thoughts stored in the Red Moon intersect with the dream world, resulting in the anomaly of connecting to the dream.
Roland became more and more excited. Conclusions that he had been racking his brains to come to before can now find a seemingly reasonable explanation from this assumption. If this is really because of the overlapping of the pillars of light, it means that the dream world is also part of the Red Moon—with the help of Jieluo's soul battlefield, he left a mark of his own in this "divine realm" that governs magic.
Just as he was about to tell Phyllis this guess, a deafening crash suddenly came from the restaurant next door, and shards of window glass fell to the ground. People fled the store in panic, cries, screams, and calls for help mixed together, and even the diners in the KFC store panicked.