It's been five or six hours now. We're still drinking, and the Undertaker has disappeared somewhere. We have no intention of going out. Even though the Undertaker explained so much to us, what matters most right now is that we still can't communicate with our instincts—except for Earthly Soul.
How exactly did you destroy the artificial soul implanted in your body?
I asked, puzzled. The more I thought about it, the stranger it seemed. Yin Choujian mentioned before that the artificial souls implanted in our bodies probably possessed the power of pure darkness. Right now, we're like most of the Dark Dwellers, stuck at the superficial level of darkness—unable to sense or touch it.
That's why the people at the Dark Banquet aren't in a hurry. We can't touch pure darkness, but those guys have grasped that layer of darkness—probably after spending countless years in it. We've only been here a year; it's impossible for us to reach that level.
So it's understandable that they've stopped us now. Earthly Soul shook his head and looked at Yin Choujian.
You must have some idea, right?
Yin Choujian nodded.
That's right. We can't touch pure darkness. Even our powers would be completely absorbed by it. But hasn't your level already awakened? In that instant, your level should have carried your End Force and touched the pure darkness. After all, an artificial soul isn't truly pure darkness—there's only a trace of darkness attached to its surface. As long as the End Force enters the core of the artificial soul, destroying it shouldn't be difficult.
I nodded in understanding.
What kind of experiments do they expect us to assist with, anyway?