When one raven begins the chant of the sacred hymn, the other ravens can't help but join in excitedly, shouting along.
The immense noise made Huai Shi's ears ache.
Alright, confirmed, still the same old parrot, just with two loudspeakers now.
Huai Shi reached out, picked one up, and examined it curiously, squeezing its neck, spreading its wings, pulling its claws for close study.
Couldn't feel the heat from the firelight.
That was a projection formed by source burning, which wouldn't really set anything alight.
Despite the flame, its weight increased by about seven or eight kilograms, and its size grew larger. However, it hadn't sprouted any tentacles or indescribable appendages.
It seems… not much has changed, except that the art style increasingly leans towards Cybertron.
"What the heck? I don't remember feeding you guys any of that weird spark stuff."
While Huai Shi was puzzled, he heard a crisp sound coming from within the Buried Sacred Place.
It was as if an invisible eggshell shattered.
Suddenly, within Huai Shi's body, the Buried Sacred Place inside the stigma opened wide. The rolling darkness coursed along the stigma's veins throughout his body, ubiquitous…
In an instant, it covered him from the inside out.
In that darkness, the miracle belonging to the Soloist grew and spread vigorously, amazingly permeating everywhere until it completely merged with Huai Shi's soul, making them an inseparable whole.
Huai Shi experienced an illusion.
Wherever the power of the stigma passed, his body melted and evaporated rapidly like ice and snow under the sun, disintegrating and dissolving.
Ultimately, Huai Shi's physical body vanished from this world.
What remained was a pure and unblemished outline of darkness, a container imbued with serene vitality, a vessel for the stigma.
This was an illusion.
It's the illusion that occurs when the flesh gradually merges with the soul and the stigma, becoming indistinguishable, part of the miracle.
Huai Shi was quickly etherizing.
In just a few moments, the progress surged to over ninety percent!
Once complete etherization is achieved, some sublimators can transform their entire body into source substance and then reshape it. Despite some limitations, they can mend critical damage.
You could say there are no weaknesses of ordinary people anymore.
And this frightening progress could only mean one thing,
"Have I become the owner of the group?"
Huai Shi was incredulous.
Suddenly, he had become the official leader of a great mob.
It's the only reasonable explanation.
At the moment the Candle-Holding Crows broke their shells, the Celestial Inquiry Repository of the Soloist began to take shape— the ravens of the Dream Cage officially became a Hell swarm.
Under the control of the Soloist's stigma, the undisputed leader of the swarm was Huai Shi himself,
Now, the burning iron crows before Huai Shi were the 'Naming Givers' in this Hell swarm, the first to welcome metamorphosis.
Through Nibelungen, Huai Shi imparted to them the subordinate stigma derived from his own Heavenly Inquiry Route, essentially no different from the way the Element of Destructive grants the Hell creatures their designations.
Just from this point, calling the Heavenly Kingdom Genealogy an Abyss Genealogy isn't without reason— its eerie nature is truly too eerie.
When the Candle-Holding Crows completed their metamorphosis and reached the baseline for an independent swarm, they officially gained the title of Yin Souls.
This comes from the blessing of the Ruler·Sun Caster; the disaster miracle fused with Yin Souls; and after re-casting, becoming the only indigenous species in today's Town of Dusk, symbolizing the creation crystal of the Forgers' existence.
All three characteristics of a swarm are completely present.
If they still couldn't become an official swarm, that would be ridiculous. The current changes are just like the property bureau in Hell finally filing the paperwork, officially recognizing it.
But the problem is... it doesn't seem like there's any change.
After his excitement, Huai Shi stroked his chin, deep in thought.
These burning iron crows just keep parroting the sacred hymn, occasionally shouting out their hunger, wanting food... wanting to watch small adult films, without any change, seemingly having bigger appetites!
It was not until they finished eating that big snake leftover from the daytime that they barely filled their bellies.
Now, Huai Shi squatted in front of the ravens, with a kindly smile like a kindergarten teacher, "Little friends, do you have many questions... Ahem ahem, do you have many talents to showcase? How about performing a show?"
Of course not.
The ravens simply didn't understand what he was saying, nor what performing a show meant.
A bunch of small heads looked at each other, pondering for a while until two of them stepped forward, as if they intended to do something for Huai Shi!
Huai Shi's eyes lit up, full of anticipation.
When the first raven raised its head and opened its mouth, it actually uttered sounds other than the sacred hymn!
Although sharp and awkward, it almost brought Huai Shi to tears of joy.
Then, right before Huai Shi, it suddenly shouted.