Chapter 685 Two Options

"There. Nothing, Your Majesty."

Jon Clinton was silent for a long time, then shook his head and said.

He didn't know what words he should use to describe, and finally paused for a long time, and then said the closest word.

"Total darkness."

"nothingness."

Jon Clinton did go to the world over there, but for him the feeling couldn't be described in simple words, and he could only tell Viserys like this.

"nothingness?"

And Viserys was talking to someone who had died and then returned for the first time in his past life and this life, which naturally aroused interest.

But when he heard Jon Clinton's words, his brows slightly stretched, and there was a little more speculation in his heart.

"Perhaps not on that side, Your Majesty."

"I just feel like I've fallen into darkness."

Jon Clinton can't describe the situation after his death in words, all those illusions and all the nothingness seems to stop in his mouth.

And Viserys fell silent, knowing that Jon didn't need to deceive himself about this question, so he didn't need to keep asking.

"Then what shall I do next?"

"Melassis?"

Then, under the dim bonfire, the silver-haired young man sitting in the center of the Red Fort cellar turned his lavender eyes slightly, looked at the stone statue on the ground and asked.

And Jon Clinton didn't realize until then that there was a third person in the cellar, a faceless stone statue was quietly looking at him, once again making him shudder, he had never believed this before. Ghosts and gods, but it wasn't until his death that he opened his eyes.

He was the weakest of the three present, and even when Jon was awakened by Viserys, he saw such a huge spiritual power, almost thought he had seen the seven gods.

Thinking of this, Jon couldn't help but shook his head a little self-deprecatingly.

It turned out that the former Prime Minister he had been serving for so many years thought he was the one who knew Viserys best, but now he realized that His Majesty was far more mysterious than he thought.

However, at this moment, Viserys suddenly asked, and the stone statue on the other side was silent for a while, and there was the voice of a woman responding.

"Next, I don't know."

"You don't know either?"

"Then why didn't you tell me earlier?"

Viserys frowned upon hearing this.

"Because it is not Merasis's priesthood to gather souls, have you forgotten her name?"

Merasis is the god of the sea in Valyria's mythology system. The abbreviated version is called the Lord of the Raging Waves. He is in charge of the sea and the storm.

Therefore, according to Dr. Marwin, a great scholar who has studied the history of Valyria, the sailors of the Valyrian Free Fortress had to sacrifice to Merasis before going out to sea, praying that the sea would be calm.

"Bellerion is the god of death, and he is responsible for gathering all dead souls."

"Whether it is death in vain, death of old age, death of illness or war, etc., all souls are controlled by him."

"He is the end of all life in this land of Valyria."

Merasis spoke in a calm voice, explaining the clergy of the God of Death.

However, Viserys felt more and more familiar when he heard Merasis's words.

Isn't his ability to absorb souls coincident with Balerion's priesthood?

"Where did the god of death in Valyria go?"

Immediately, the silver-haired youth asked in a slightly urgent voice, but there was no answer from the statue.

"Feel sorry."

And Viserys also took a deep breath and waved his hand, he knew he was a little impatient.

Because Merasis once said that she did not know what happened at that time, how the powerful Valyrian gods were directly packed away by the enemy.

She was just an inconspicuous spiritual thought that Merasis had stored in the idol.

"You need to calm down."

But then Merasis spoke slowly.

"There must be secrets hidden in you, I know, but your entry is too fast, you need to stop temporarily and look at the past calmly."

Merasis didn't know what secrets Viserys was hiding, but a mortal must have a chance to come this far. Her kind reminder made Viserys calm down instantly.

"Since there's no way to come back from the dead, what about Jon's soul?"

"All I know is there are two ways."

And Merasis saw that Viserys calmed down, and spoke.

"The first is to become a stray ghost like me, relying on the fire of faith in your body as nourishment to survive."

"He has no way to control his dead body, nor can he be too far away from you."

"But the spirit body also has the benefits of the spirit body. He can still give you wise advice, and it can also help you to snoop on secrets or possess other living people."

Ghost advisor?

Guardian spirit?

When Viserys heard Merasis's first method, this thought flashed through his mind.

Because this is really like a guardian spirit, and there is no lifespan limit, as long as he can absorb enough soul nourishment, he can live forever like Merasis, of course, the premise of this is Viserys The fire of God is always burning.

"What about the second method?"

Viserys pondered for a moment, and then asked.

"The second method is rebirth."

"Find a pregnant woman who has not yet given birth and send his soul into her body."

"The birth of a newborn in the mother's body is the process of life. The baby in the mother's womb has not yet formed its own soul, and his soul can take its place."

"Can't you be reincarnated?"

Neither seemed like a surefire answer, and Viserys heard Merasis' second method, and turned to glance at Jon's soul in his palm.

Jon's wife happens to be pregnant with his flesh and blood, and he can choose to live this way for the rest of his life.

"Reincarnation?"

And Merasis was slightly taken aback when he heard the words, not understanding what Viserys said, but after thinking about it for a while, he probably understood a little bit through the literal meaning.

"No reincarnation."

"Every newborn is a new soul, and every soul that dies will eventually dissipate."

"Is that so?"

Viserys had a thoughtful look on his face.

Merasis is not omniscient, she only knows part of it, he knows that.

Because if all the souls will dissipate, this cannot explain that the cold god has resurrected the kings of the northern realm. It stands to reason that some of their souls have spanned thousands of years and should have been wiped out long ago.

But Viserys did not ask directly, and then once again set his sights on the soul of Jon Clinton in the palm of his hand, and he decided to leave the choice to himself.

Do you choose to be a lonely ghost, or to live a lifetime?