Chapter 772 The Spirit Contrac (2/2)

Annie looked at Han Sen and with a muddled expression, said, ”The reason why the Alliance prevents surpassers from discussing the Third God's Sanctuary is because we are the lowest tier of the Third God's Sanctuary inhabitants. The real masters of the Third God's Sanctuary are spirits, and they rule the place.”

”No way. Shouldn't there be a million human surpassers living there?” Han Sen was shocked at this revelation.

”There are a million, yes. But they are lost and scattered across the Third God's Sanctuary. Encountering another human is rare, and you'd be fortunate to encounter just one in a journey that spans the distance between ten shelters. If you ascended to enter the Third God's Sanctuary, and ended up arriving at a human shelter, it would be like winning the lottery.” Annie explained the situation emotionlessly.

”That's pretty grim,” Han Sen said with a wry smile.

Annie suddenly gave a complicated smile and said, ”Grim? You think that's grim? That's not the half of it! When humans enter the Third God's Sanctuary, they are all sent to a shelter. If they don't end up at a human shelter, you know where they end up, don't you?”

”Spirit shelters? How is that possible?” Han Sen's eyes opened wide, unable to comprehend what such a scene might look like.

In the Third God's Sanctuary, even ordinary creatures could be Celestial Beings, and even the lowest tier of spirit shelters would be packed to the gills with spirits and creatures. Any human who arrived in the Third God's Sanctuary to be greeted by such horror would be doomed. It would be impossible for them to resist such power.

”No wonder so many people choose not to move to the Third God's Sanctuary, then. Going there sounds very much like a death sentence. The million evolvers surviving there must be fiercely strong.” Han Sen had a wry smile.

”Strong? Again, I must tell you that you are wrong. They bring shame to the human race,” Annie coldly said.

”Why? What is the issue?” Han Sen was too lazy to think about what she was implying, so he asked her to spell it all out.

”Eking out a living for yourself in the Third God's Sanctuary can only be done in three different ways. First, you might end up being sent to a bottom-tier spirit shelter. Spirits and creatures roam there, but if you can escape, then you live. Secondly, you can be sent to a human shelter and be safe from the get-go.”

Annie stopped for a moment, but then continued by saying, ”As tough as the first option may be, the second one is by no means easy to achieve. Human shelters are a rarity. Compared to the countless spirit shelters, the number humans own is very small. It is rare to end up at ordinary spirit shelters too, due to most having been destroyed by competing spirits. When conquered, they aren't taken over. They are put into ruin and left like so. Inferior shelters are quickly overcome by greater ones.”

”You mentioned three different possibilities.” Han Sen frowned, understanding the third had to be the most important.

”Yes, there is one other option. And that is to concede to the rule of spirits. You can sign a contract with them, pledging allegiance and fealty to their rule. A forfeiture of your life, as it were,” Annie calmly said. Han Sen's reaction, however, was anything but. He was aghast.

That was why the Alliance didn't make the situation there known to others. In the Third God's Sanctuary, humans are made slaves, more often than not.

”All I can assuredly tell you is, if you do end up at a bottom-tier spirit shelter, then congratulations. You'll most likely live. They are interracial, and if you do sign a contract with those, you will be treated as a fair member of their society. Only if it was a higher-class shelter might you be offered a contract to submit yourself to slavery. And if you cannot provide the resources they task you with obtaining or that they first desire upon your arrival, then you may not even be granted the mercy of being their thrall. They will slay you without hesitation.”

Annie didn't talk anymore, but Han Sen was beginning to get a fair grasp on the complexity of the situation in the Third God's Sanctuary.

Through this discussion, one thing was clarified for Han Sen, though. When that spirit brought the rhino to the Third God's Sanctuary, it must have espied the power within Han Sen and thus marked him. In the future, it would most likely bring Han Sen with it, also.

Of course, it was only a mark. It wasn't as if a genuine contract had been signed. Contracts were only signed if both parties agreed.

”I wonder what class that spirit is? If it can come over to the Second God's Sanctuary and give the rhino a lift home with it, its level cannot be that low,” Han Sen thought deeply, not wanting to become the slave of some spirit.

”Still, signing a contract with a spirit is not all bad. There may be benefits to such a thing,” Ji Yanran said.

”What benefits would there be?” Han Sen asked with surprise.