Chapter 1290 - 862: Sanctuary of Soul Rest_2

Chapter 1290: Chapter 862: Sanctuary of Soul Rest_2

Simply put, it’s about getting accustomed to and accepting the darkness and pain of the moment of death in dreams.

Initiating resurrection is not an easy task, and there are many aftereffects to address.

These aftereffects have been resolved one by one over the years in the hands of the Dragon of Life and Death and the "Soul Guide".

Besides these buildings, the city also houses a sanctuary for the art of necromancy.

In the pure white spire next to the Healing Pavilion, clad in silver-edged black robes, the "Corpse Reconstructor" is at work.

They were once necromancers of the Mage United Council, and they are not well-received.

The Night Watcher accepted some necromancers whose ideologies are not extreme and crazy.

Now using alchemy tweezers to pick up astral silver threads, stitching them onto the mutilated corpse like embroidery.

"The left arm wound is corroded by chaos, a soul imprint is needed first." Chief Restorer Elena gently taps the chest cavity of the corpse, guiding soul energy overflowing from the Light Torch into the Crystal Skull Mould — on her workbench, severed limbs slowly grow like plants in the "Flesh Reconstruction Elixir".

In the vast department of the "Alchemy Laboratory", the "Alchemist" and related labs are the most numerous.

After all, the most famous logistics items of the Night Watcher are all kinds of powerful and massive potions.

"We do not resurrect, we only repair the vessel."

She demonstrates to the new apprentice the nerve conduit woven from the deceased’s flesh filament.

"When the body integrity exceeds 92%, the soul’s return won’t cause displacement dizziness."

Outside the window, a team is escorting a corpse covered with white silk towards the Light Torch base, with a reconstructed mechanical limb exposed under the fabric.

Guardians with limb deficiencies while alive are the more troublesome type.

Because when they became Night Watchers, they might already have physical deficiencies, which makes it even more troublesome.

However, the daily convoy escorting the hero’s corpse has also become a scenic line of the city.

Undoubtedly, this is a city where life and death intersect, a city of souls.

Soul-related powers are seen everywhere in this city, with the dead and the living, and those who live towards death all existing here.

Surprisingly, at the edge of the Light Torch Square stands a Holy Light Chapel.

The divine, gentle power of light exists extensively within this city.

But there’s no choir here, only ascetic monks in plain cloth kneel and meditate before the life and death dragon scale rubbing.

The Church’s Saintess, the Saintsoul Saintess, holds a floating golden light orb in her palm, intertwined with gray-white threads — this is the "Twilight Stitching" she comprehended under Lisval’s guidance.

She is a Level Twelve Legend, yet only forty years old.

She is both a Night Watcher and a Saintess of the Holy Light Church.

Because she joined the Night Watcher at Level Eight a few years ago and then advanced to Level Ten within a year.

After that ceremony, she came to study under the Dragon of Life and Death.

Took only a year to advance to Legend, and now she’s reached Level Twelve.

Her understanding of soul-related rules seems innate.

"Holy Light heals the flesh, death teaches us to revere the cycle."

Her mentor, the former Bishop Albert, is recording energy fluctuations of the torch using crystal data.

His Holy Scripture’s blank pages are filled with formulas, one page deliberately folded, faintly revealing the words "Resurrection · Soul and Flesh Synchrony".

"Fifteen experiments, the only successful case was a Soul Guide whose heart was shattered..." he murmured, healing light flow with a pearl-gray hue slipped from his sleeve.

He too is a Legend.

And one of the Archbishops of the Holy Light Church.

After the ceremony, he stayed in this city, eventually establishing this Holy Light Chapel.

Also a legendary powerhouse, and at Level Thirteen, although he was already a legendary powerhouse before becoming a Night Watcher.

He communicates and learns here with his former apprentice, the Dragon of Life and Death, and many Soul Guides.

The goal is only one.

"Resurrection"

A powerful spell that can only be used by at least legendary-level powerhouses, based on the power of Holy Light and constructed by the rules of the Dragon of Life and Death.

Perform on-site resurrection ritual.

This spell has been quite effective because it has already succeeded.

It just needs further refinement.

In some sense, this city gathers the most number of powerhouses among the four cities.

The focus is on the city’s central Light Torch.

Another giant marvel built by the Night Watcher.

The Soul Fire burning above eternally illuminates the city.

Entering the interspace of life and death from the fire.

Lisval’s dragon body coils like a totem.

Upon sensing Kana’s descending aura, she instantly transformed into a snow-haired, human female form with a black veil gown accentuating her breathtaking waist and hips, pressing against Kana.

"Can you feel the city’s breath? The soul greenhouse you’ve created..."

She gestures towards the city, her peach-shaped rear lightly leaning on Kana’s arm.

"Those children invented the "Soul Calming Incense" using my shed scales; even Anlivier secretly took the formula to heal her soul wounds."

From behind distant colonnades, a blue-haired sea dragon girl snorts, yet her fingertips conjure a crystal rose sculpted with healing light flow.

As the Ocean Dragon, since the place’s existence, she remained here.

Though years passed, for the Dragon Race, it seemed just visiting and chit-chatting with her bestie for some time.

And the Ocean Dragon excels in the ocean, also as a faction of life, it’s not merely simple water.

The ocean’s rules imply nurturing life and give the Ocean Dragon the power of healing and self-healing.

That’s why Anlivier, the Ocean Dragon, once endeared with Lisval as the Dragon of Life.

Because both are symbols of healing.

Now, the Dragon of Life has fallen into the Undead Dragon and further became the Dragon of Life and Death with Kana’s assistance.

Possessed a soul healing ability the Ocean Dragon couldn’t reach.

Kana’s silver boots tread over the spore-filled ground, the spores blooming into momentary ephemera at the touch of divinity.

The whole city murmurs in silence, as if the long river of life and death forms a gentle whirlpool here.

"You’ve done very well, perfectly exceeding my expectations."

Originally finding the Undead Dragon was merely an accident, yet it was this accident that, by chance, led to this step.

By transforming the Undead Dragon into the Dragon of Life and Death as a medium, making Lisval the ferryman controlling the Night Watcher’s death-returning souls.

Honestly, to entrust such an important responsibility to a dragon requires great courage.

But for Kana, it wasn’t that daunting.

After all, he had the prophetic vision from his past game experience; though it wasn’t much used, the information was crucial.

Furthermore, Lisval did indeed accomplish her tasks, diligently doing what she ought to do.

Not to mention, she once used the Stone of Creation and later even used the entire Stone of Creation to wish for power.

Although it was Kana who made the wish for power, the wished-for power also partly transferred to her, or she couldn’t fulfill her duties.

In a sense, she is a being tied to the entire world and the Night Watcher.

The benefits are entirely aligned, making her naturally deserving of trust.

If the time to fight against the Dragon Race comes, she would staunchly stand on the Night Watcher’s side.

As for her passion, Kana could only admit with some helplessness.

Mouth always talking about laying eggs, who can endure that?

"I’ve done so much for you, shouldn’t you reward me a bit?"

Her whole body pressed against Kana.

Others might harbor awe after Kana became a deity, but not her.

When has a dragon of the Star Realm ever feared gods? Besides, she’s now a Level Fifteen entity, oversees the Night Watcher’s soul and death, godhood is certain.

Here we go again.

"So when do we lay eggs?"

"We’ll talk when Alyris bears my Child of the Gods."

Kana casually dismissed.

"Then it’s settled."

Just a few hundred or thousand years, no big wait.

Dragons and humans perceive time differently, even if humans have now become gods.

"Alright, let’s dismiss this nonsense, let’s talk business."