Infinite Mask Game.

"I see."

Through the corpse ghost's insane words, Wei Miao finally pieced together the secrets under the city hall.

One sentence is enough to summarize it, it is not complicated.

"Soul Hunter, Mayor, Father of the Ghoul... Serving the Silent Death God in order to transform the Ghoul into a human. But does the ritual require souls as fuel..."

This is what he pursues and what he expects.

It's not surprising that the ghouls can see the soul hunters in ghost form.

After being roasted by the cold flames for three hundred years, perhaps he had developed a pair of sharp eyes.

Of course, a more reliable reason is that its essence has already been subtly changed in the flames and has stepped into the extraordinary.

The burning of fire has always been used in rituals to purify, burning away impurities and achieving purity.

The induction from the special resident was not directed at the corpse ghost, but at the entire magic circle!

A huge amount of soul power is accumulated in the magic circle.

"The white candles used as ritual objects are a sign of the progress of the magic circle. When all seven white candles are lit, it corresponds to the perfection of 'seven'."

"So, this is not a sacrificial formation, but a refining formation?"

Wei Miao looked at everything in front of him with great interest. Only the refining array could change the essence of matter and refine it into something completely new.

It could be promotion, it could be demotion.

"All this time, just for the sublimation of a corpse ghost?"

Wei Miao didn't know what the mayor was thinking. Spending 300 years, at the cost of countless tourists' souls, and at the cost of endless suffering of the corpse ghosts, as the corpse ghosts said, was it really worth it?
She had no intention of savoring the complicated emotions of the father and son, and raised the sickle in her hand: "Is it enough to just kill you?"

The ghoul urged enthusiastically, "Isn't this the last step you said? Why are you still hesitating? We have all been waiting for this moment for a long, long time! I am finally going to be free!"

Unbridled malice was overwhelming, and Wei Miao had no doubt that if it could be freed, it would be a disaster for all living beings.

But this has nothing to do with her.

On the contrary, she was very interested in the refining array, and the opportunity to observe the refining and sublimation process was rare.

The conditions for successfully refining the array are extremely harsh, requiring amazing starting resources, precise array depiction, and especially requiring the array creator to be familiar with the property conversion, without any mistakes in the middle.

Therefore, qualified masters of alchemy arrays are all famous, and they can be superior to their peers by designing a practical advanced alchemy array.

Huge investment, extremely low tolerance for error, uncontrollable expectations... a series of factors have led to the scarcity of refining arrays, not to mention successful refining arrays.

With the intervention of the Silent Death, the refining will surely succeed.

It is Wei Miao's business to comprehend some of the true meaning of refinement from sublimation, but first she has to ensure that refinement is initiated.

The corpse ghost is still in physical form at this moment, with both soul and body intact.

To behead is to destroy the physical body and reshape a new one.

Using the refining array as a reactor and the accumulated soul power as fuel, the old substance is melted into new substance.

To refine, is to break down and then to establish.

"as you wish."

The sickle was raised high, and a gray-black shadow of destruction extended from the blade.

She was able to control the Soul Hunter's power freely and was no longer bound by the rules of hunting.

Wei Miao didn't want to be contaminated by the strange flames, so he stood outside the formation and chopped down decisively with the sickle in his hand.

An invisible force raged around the corpse ghost, and crisscrossing black lines appeared on its body.

The corpse pulled the corners of his mouth, trying hard to force a smile.

The next moment, half of the hideous face shattered into pieces of flesh, and the blood that was about to burst out was evaporated into blood mist by the flames in an instant.

Its body was like a broken building block, collapsing into bloody parts before her eyes, without a trace of beauty.

Although Wei Miao didn't understand the corpse ghost's vitality, she estimated that the corpse ghost was beyond saving after its body was broken into pieces.

Its flesh and blood fell into the magic circle, with only a piece of its limbs hanging on the black chain. The broken yellow eyeball rolled a little distance towards Wei Miao, and was swallowed by the flames the next moment.

The fire suddenly became fierce. Fueled by the flesh and blood, the green flames rose like crazy, soaring two meters high and engulfing the gray-white cross.

Distorted light and shadows danced on the wall. The fire was so fierce that it completely obscured the pattern of the magic circle. Even the white candles on the edge were burned out.

The lingering stench in the space is no longer so pungent.

The end of the refining process has begun!
Wei Miao unconsciously took a step back and narrowed his eyes.

She felt the huge soul power accumulating. Their restlessness was terrifying, and the storm it created was enough to destroy the entire town!

"Ugh--"

Suddenly, Wei Miao heard his own sigh.

Then, she found herself being expelled from the Soul Hunter's body!

Appearing in the shadowy image of Mr. Gray Rabbit, she was now standing three steps away from the Soul Hunter, watching everything.

"The magic circle is not complete, there is still one step left..."

The real soul hunter seemed to be talking to her, but also seemed to be mumbling to himself.

"One more step?" Wei Miao realized something.

With that, the Soul Hunter stepped forward and fearlessly stepped into the fire.

The green flame welcomed him warmly. First, the cloak made of crow feathers turned into ashes, and soon, the flame penetrated into the skin.

His entire body melted strangely, and his shape gradually shrank, instead of turning into charcoal like a corpse ghost.

The spiritual sickle shattered into pieces and was thrown into the fire by him.

His legs could no longer support his body and he fell to the ground, his figure obscured by the flames.

From beginning to end, he never uttered a word.

The Soul Hunter's voluntary sacrifice was like adding fuel to the fire. The green flames almost reached the ceiling, with an intensity that was astonishing.

Silvery-white light continuously rose from the magic circle and fell into the gray-white cross.

A dim light appeared on the gray cross.

There was actually a bound shadow generated on it.

"A new Soul Hunter? No, compared to it, the Soul Hunter is like a firefly compared to the bright moon."

Although he was a bystander without the right to act, Wei Miao had all five senses and could perceive that the phantom's power far exceeded that of the soul hunter.

The head that looked like a crow but was not a crow seemed to be covered with a layer of mist, making it difficult to see. Two pairs of wings like cloaks surrounded the body, and crow feathers flashed around the body. Just looking at it was hard to bear its sharpness that could cut everything.

It was motionless, as if it was sleeping.

Even so, it's still a bit frightening.

It is hard to imagine what it will be like when it wakes up.

"It is not sublimated into a human being. Its essence is more like approaching the Silent Death God. Countless souls support its birth. I am afraid this is the masterpiece that the Silent Death God hopes for the most..."

Wei Miao never stopped thinking, and his expectations never diminished.

She might witness the birth of an incredible existence. Is there any more rare opportunity for observation than this?

Under the smelting of the fire, the virtual image gradually became solid.

Yet something was missing.

Wei Miao looked at this existence carefully: "Light has form but no substance?"

Although the foundation has been completed, it lacks the finishing touch.

In other words, the driving force for sublimation is still lacking. (End of this chapter)