The so-called Spirit Corridor is the source of power for all supernatural beings on this planet. With the exception of a few special top-tier races, all races that can see spirits need to use their own neural connection circuits to connect to the Spirit Corridor in order to obtain a large number of spirits.
And if you trace back to the source, all races and all Divine Cores, including the Old Deus, were born and created from the Spirit Corridor. It is the origin of all things, the flow of all things, and the destination of all things.
What Su'er and the two were standing on was, of course, not the real Spirit Corridor.
In fact, their power alone, even with the addition of this Phantasma's power, would not be able to reach the Spirit Corridor.
To accurately describe the sight under their feet, it should be something like the pores of the Spirit Corridor, and the word 'pores' is just a description. It's not wrong to say it's a small wound. Even this blue and white abyss under their feet is an existence between reality and illusion.
Normally, although the Spirit Corridor exists inside this planet, the word 'inside' is just a descriptive term. Otherwise, wouldn't the Dhampir be the existence closest to the origin of all things? They would just need to keep digging down.
Therefore, the Spirit Corridor actually exists in any place on this planet. It exists in reality, but also does not exist in reality. It is superimposed on everything in the material world. It should not be so shallowly displayed in the world. However, Devil's final co-destruction burst tore open a corner in the material world with its unique power properties, allowing an extremely small part of the Spirit Corridor to appear on this world—even if it was just like a projection.
The above was the rigorous answer that Think gave after she and the returned Jibril, whose body was stabilized back in Avant Heim, had researched it for about a month.
"Only this much?" Su'er felt as if the story had just begun and ended. He couldn't help but ask.
"Does Mr. Monkey think that confirming its existence and nature is an easy thing?" Think rolled her eyes in annoyance. "All in all, the previous plan can only be completely scrapped. We originally planned to use this Phantasma's core as the source, supplemented by the Elf God's blessing as a medium, to restore the state of that Old Deus. I didn't expect it to turn out like this."
While speaking, Think's gaze drifted to the Phantasma's remains that were rotating on a tray in the room. The shape of the waves was still molded on it. In essence, it was still a very dangerous weapon because the origin of Devil's power still existed within it.
"So what do we do now? From the way you look, you must have a solution, right?" Su'er easily asked, not feeling discouraged by the scrapping of the previous plan.
"Ah, of course. After all, I'm a genius~, In fact, after I confirmed what appeared there, it became even simpler to wake up that Old Deus," Think said with great excitement. She knew that choosing to go out with Su'er before was definitely not a mistake. At the very least, she would have never encountered such a precious wonder by staying in the ruins and researching Divine Cores.
"Whether it's an Old Deus or a Divine Core, they are all born from the Spirit Corridor. That Old Deus did not completely die and lose her own will, so we just need to place her in that pseudo-Spirit Corridor. She will absorb those spirits herself to recover."
With Think's words, the vase-shaped Divine Core that had been hidden in her room was also sent out.
"Let's go then," Su'er took a deep breath and inexplicably felt a sense of pressure.
If everything went smoothly, how should he talk to this Old Deus? What kind of attitude and price would it take to ask her for the answer he was looking for?
The second conversation with an Old Deus.
The Divine Core of the Old Deus in a state of suspended animation was sent into the pseudo-Spirit Corridor by Think. Blue and white flames were spitting out, shuttling on the surface of the vase-shaped Divine Core.
Although it was in a state of both going in and out, fortunately, more spirits were going in. Staring at the constantly surging sea of spirits below, Su'er inexplicably felt like he was watching Laozi refining Sun Wukong in his Eight Trigrams Furnace.
"So there's actually a channel connected to the Spirit Corridor here?" Su'er couldn't help but turn his head and ask Think. He remembered the information he had heard from Jibril before, "Isn't the Suniaster in the Spirit Corridor? So can we go in from here and get the Suniaster?"
Of course, if he became the only god, all difficulties would be solved easily.
"...Did Mr. Monkey not listen to my explanation at all?" Think glared at Su'er. "Let's not talk about how you're going to get in and get the Suniaster. You'll probably be evaporated into the most basic spirits the moment you fall down. No spell formula can offset this power. Furthermore, this is not the shallow form of a channel existing and spirits seeping out as you understand it."
"This place is a part of the Spirit Corridor," Think's finger poked down forcefully. "It is the Spirit Corridor, but the Spirit Corridor is not it. Although it can indeed form a connection and cause an impact with the Spirit Corridor through it, it's too weak, almost non-existent. It's just a manifestation of the Spirit Corridor, do you understand?"
"I completely understand," Su'er nodded seriously and continued, "So this is indeed a place where the planet's power is flowing out, right?"
"Hmm~? Yes, it is?"
"Then I have one more question. Although the appearance of this place is a big part of Devil's power, I don't believe that in such a long war, those higher-level races would be unable to do this. Given the frequency of their battles, such a long period of accumulation would be enough to see many such strange sights on the entire planet, even if it was just by chance—so why isn't there?"
Jibril had even specifically asked the oldest sister in her race, but even the Flügel, who had witnessed almost the entire war, had never heard of such a thing.
"Good question," Think nodded and continued, "Mr. Monkey first needs to know that this is not something that can appear by just randomly making a hole or piercing through space like Miss Monster does. In fact, according to common sense, Devil's self-destruction in other places would not have created such a wonder."
"There is only one reason. Although I don't know why that Phantasma was hidden here, this area is indeed one of the important nodes where the Spirit Corridor overflows spirits to the outside world on the entire planet," Think stretched out her arm and pointed to the surroundings. "Compared to other places, the spirits that existed here before were already far more than anywhere else."