"Holding the sun and moon, plucking the stars; there is no one like me in this World. I never thought that this wisp of my remnant soul would be able to persist!"
"Who!?" A strange voice suddenly echoed in his ears, scaring Zhu Ziyang so much that he almost went berserk. He leaped off the bed, the Pacifying Life-Reaping Scythe instantly appearing in his hand, his face filled with vigilance.
"Child, don't be nervous," the old voice came again. Sensing Zhu Ziyang's intense wariness, he said soothingly.
"Who are you?" Zhu Ziyang now realized that the owner of this voice had no ill intent, but he remained vigilant, asking sharply.
"I am merely a wisp of a remnant soul; you don't need to worry," the old voice said. One could feel that he was trying his best to dispel Zhu Ziyang's wariness.
"A remnant soul!" Zhu Ziyang was startled by the words. A wisp of a remnant soul could still possess such clear consciousness; how terrifying must the true form of this voice be! He said, without changing his expression, "Where are you?"
"Haha~ On your body," the old voice replied with a laugh.
"You're in my Sea of Consciousness!" Zhu Ziyang instantly understood, his face showing horror, and he questioned, "When did this happen?"
"Don't be afraid, child. I truly have no ill intent," the old voice said anxiously, seeing Zhu Ziyang's wariness rise again. He quickly added, "I was attracted by that little silver wolf. I really have no ill intent."
Little silver wolf? Silver Dragon Wolf!
Zhu Ziyang understood. This remnant soul was most likely attracted by the energy disturbance caused when the Silver Dragon Wolf sacrificed itself.
He pondered, his eyes glowing with a faint golden light. At this moment, within his line of sight, a faint golden flame appeared in the five-meter space around him. Seeing that flame, his vigilant heart finally completely relaxed.
The Eye of Light was the ultimate talent that the Ultimate Light brought to Zhu Ziyang, allowing him to perceive the good or evil intentions of any creature with a soul towards him. Only souls with good intentions towards him would manifest as golden flames.
Clearly, this mysterious remnant soul had not lied; he indeed had no ill will towards Zhu Ziyang.
"Is it you?" Zhu Ziyang's consciousness entered his spiritual sea, and he immediately saw a gray bead and a silver rhomboid crystal floating above the spiritual sea. The old voice was clearly coming from the gray bead.
"That's right, it's me." The gray bead swayed. He seemed very happy that Zhu Ziyang trusted him.
"Who are you?" Zhu Ziyang looked curiously at the gray bead. From that bead, he felt the aura of Light and Death, which made him very curious.
"Who am I? It's been a long time since anyone asked me that," the old voice said with a sigh of vicissitude and a touch of pride. "My enemies called me the Calamity, my followers called me a God, and my creations called me Father. I am the Scourge of Undead, I am the Necromantic Saint Magic God, I am Electrolux!"
"Scourge of Undead? Necromantic Saint Magic God? Electrolux?" Zhu Ziyang couldn't help but repeat the names, rapidly searching his memories for relevant information. He searched exhaustively but found no records related to these three names.
"Haha, don't bother; I do not belong to this World," Electrolux said, his tone carrying a hint of melancholy and surprise.
"Another World!" Zhu Ziyang was shocked. His gaze towards the gray bead couldn't help but become more curious and probing. He said, "Does another World really exist? Are you a God from another World?"
He thought of Electrolux's previous self-proclamation, and his heart couldn't help but become excited. If it truly was the remnant soul of a God, then the knowledge and abilities he possessed would be incredibly powerful!
"A God?" Electrolux sensed Zhu Ziyang's excitement and replied with a tone of wistful helplessness, "Unfortunately, I am merely a coward who dared not take that final step; I am not a true God."
"I see!" Zhu Ziyang was somewhat disappointed, but he had also anticipated it. He said, "Then your strength must also be very powerful, comparable to a Titled Douluo in our World. Why are you left with only a wisp of a remnant soul?"
"I no longer remember," Electrolux said, sounding very confused. "In fact, if it weren't for your abilities being of the same origin as mine, allowing me to gain energy to barely sustain myself, I would have long since dissipated."
"Same origin of abilities!" Zhu Ziyang heard a key phrase and immediately thought that this Electrolux also seemed to possess the Light Attribute and Death Attribute. His heart stirred, and he said, "You also possess both the Light Attribute and Death Attribute?"
"Yes. However, my Death Attribute was acquired later, unlike you, who was born with both Light and Death Attributes," Electrolux said.
"Hehe! Of course, I am an Ultimate Light wielder!" Zhu Ziyang said, quite proudly.
"Ultimate Light, huh? In our World, it seems to be called a Child of Light. What a truly blessed child!" Electrolux's tone was ambiguous, and then he said, "Child, are you willing to take me as your master?"
"Huh?" Zhu Ziyang was very surprised. He hadn't expected Electrolux to want to take him as a disciple, and for a moment, he didn't know how to answer.
"Child, you might think I'm joking," Electrolux said seriously. "Although I am only a wisp of a remnant soul, my former realm was comparable to a God. To be your teacher, a mere third-tier magician, is more than enough."
"Third-tier magician? Is that your World's cultivation system?" Zhu Ziyang didn't refute Electrolux but was interested in a term he mentioned and asked.
"Indeed," Electrolux said. "Although I don't know your World's power system, the elements are the same, and the principles of cultivation are universal. I can teach you Light Magic and Undead Magic, and I can also teach you methods for fusing Light Element and Power of Death."
"You said you know methods for fusing Light Attribute and Death Attribute?" Zhu Ziyang was very surprised. He was struggling with how to fuse the two attributes of the Pacifying Life-Reaping Scythe, and hearing Electrolux's words, his interest was instantly piqued.
"Naturally. I am called the Necromantic Saint Magic God for a reason. All the Undead summoned by my Undead Magic are immune to the Light Attribute," Electrolux said, sounding very proud when discussing his proud ability.
"Undead Magic? What is that?" Zhu Ziyang asked.
"Once you become my disciple, you will naturally know what Undead Magic is," Electrolux did not answer, but instead said, "How about it? Are you willing to take me as your master?"
"..." Zhu Ziyang weighed the pros and cons in his heart.
After a long while, he made his decision and called out to Electrolux: "Teacher!"
"Good! Good! Good!" Electrolux was overjoyed upon hearing Zhu Ziyang's call. The gray bead vibrated violently, and he exclaimed "Good" three times, then said, "Good child, your name is Zhu Ziyang, isn't it? I'll call you Ziyang. You will definitely become my most cherished disciple!"
"Does Teacher have other disciples?" Zhu Ziyang asked.
"Probably..." Electrolux himself wasn't sure.
"Teacher, when are you planning to teach me the fusion method of Light and Death?" Zhu Ziyang didn't mind and asked excitedly.
"Haha, what an impatient fellow!" Electrolux laughed upon hearing this and said, "I'd very much like to impart my abilities to you now, but I need to go into a slumber to stabilize my soul, lest it dissipate."
"I see. Then Teacher, please stabilize your soul first. I'm not in a hurry," Zhu Ziyang was slightly disappointed, but he understood, so he said.
"Haha, good child!" Electrolux laughed. "In at most a year, I will awaken. At that time, I can teach you Light Magic and Undead Magic. During this period, you can first try to release Power of Light with one hand and Power of Death with the other."
"Okay, Teacher," Zhu Ziyang nodded and replied.
"Good! Good! Good!" Electrolux said "Good" three times in a row, then his voice gradually faded until it disappeared, and the gray bead also dimmed.