Ash understood immediately. The Uroboros could indeed directly kill all the demigods of the Level Six of Hell, but it would also destroy or heavily damage Level Six of Hell. The Forgotten was sent by it as a tool to pick off those demigods who didn’t obediently go to their deaths.

Death Mad glanced at him, took a deep breath, exhaled a smoke ring, and said, "Take out the twenty-sided dice."

Ash was startled. He rummaged in the warehouse for a while before finding the "Prince of Joy’s Twenty-sided Dice." This item, used during operator training, allowed them to gain magic experience even if they were arranged for entertainment. However, after Senluo, Ash stopped interfering with the Sword Maidens’ training plans, so this tool was naturally forgotten in the depths of the warehouse.

Now, when he took it out, he saw one by one the numbers on the dice light up. A few seconds later, all twenty numbers were lit, and at the same time, phantom images of mages appeared around: ancient Elf Warriors, indifferent human archers, frenzied double-headed ogres, despairing Beastmen... Their final moments before death reappeared before Ash’s eyes, coincidentally all twenty demigods, and they manifested numbers one to twenty.

"Roll the dice, and you can acquire the magic experience of one of these demigods stored within the dice, storing up to twenty. You can absorb them yourself or share them with others."

She paused, then said, "You are the God’s of Four Pillars’ tactility. If you have someone in mind, just tell the dice, and it will probably listen to you."

Ash was taken aback, then he scanned the mage phantoms around him, finally fixing his gaze on the Elf Mage with the number 16. He placed the dice to his lips, murmured, and rolled the dice. It bounced a few times in the air until the "16" appeared on the uppermost side, and then it suddenly halted.

Watching this scene, Ash suddenly asked, "Can the power of the Gods of Four Pillars still interfere with Level Six of Hell?"

"If you rely on them, you might as well rely on the Supreme Star to blow up the Uroboros." Death Mad looked at the Elf Mage’s phantom being absorbed into the dice, turning the number "16" into a ghostly blue, then turned his head with a snort, "It really is a Soul Demigod, you truly do love her."

As Ash slightly probed the dice with his mind, he sensed the vast ocean of soul knowledge within. Naturally, he wouldn’t absorb it now, so he put away the dice and asked, "Why tell me the proper use of the dice only now?"

"Because you need at least twenty dead demigods to use the dice once." Death Mad crossed his arms, "There haven’t been enough deaths in the Desolate Hell."

"Do you have many items like these dice?"

"Of course, after burying civilizations so many times, tools were naturally invented to improve the efficiency of extracting their marrow."

"Won’t you give it to me?"

"Do you think everything you’ve drawn from ’Aurora’s Mage Manual’ was carefully arranged by us?" Death Mad shook his head, "We only intervene at critical moments. At other times, you’re truly relying on luck, randomly drawing from our prepared vast reward pool. Like the dice and the refining bottle, those are things you drew yourself."

Ash said, "If I draw now—"

"The reward pool closed once the Uroboros arrived." Death Mad flicked off some smoke ash, "If every timeline is an island, the reward pool is a treasure hidden on another uninhabited island. The tools you draw are like treasures caught on a fishing rod, attracting no attention, whereas our forced intervention would leave smuggling traces. Each time we smuggle, it draws the attention of the Uroboros, so we carefully control the frequency."

"Now that the Uroboros has surrounded your world, like an island being blockaded, neither fishing nor smuggling is possible."

Ash nodded, no longer asking questions. He pushed open the door to Gui Ming Palace and saw it piled with various magical resources: demon kelp, spirit stones, Dharma Seal pearls... Though most were Water Magic, entering the refining bottle would turn them all into pure knowledge essences.

The refining bottle could assist in condensing the Prison Wings, and the twenty-sided dice could extract the magic experience of demigods. Just these two tools could propel Ash and the others’ cultivation progress leaps and bounds, and the five members of the End Group not only had more tool resources for corpse gathering but had also buried many timelines’ worth of civilizations... Even by sheer resource stacking, they could infinitely approach the theoretical limit of mages.

However, the more Ash understood the formidable power of the End Group, the harder it was for him to imagine the terrifyingness of devouring the World Snake. Could the Dazzling Star he pinned his hopes on truly save a world already bitten once?

Ash sighed inwardly, adjusting his mood, and explained, "I plan to have the soul knowledge from the dice evenly distributed among the four. Merely advancing to Divine Lord through magic realm is impossible; strengthening their weaknesses as much as possible better suits survival needs."

"Why tell me this?" Death Mad glanced sideways at him, "But Vishi’s Soul Faction isn’t a weakness—"

Ash looked incredulous, "Are you suggesting I share the soul knowledge with only the three Sword Maidens and not give any to Vishi?"

"You said you wanted to reinforce their weaknesses."

"Then I’ll give my share to her, okay?" Ash couldn’t help but say loudly, "Will you be satisfied then?"

Death Mad’s expression turned cold, "Try using that reason in front of Sonia, and see if she’s satisfied?"

The two locked eyes for a moment, and Ash took a deep breath to suppress his inner anger, turned his head, and continued his search, "I wasn’t asking for your advice."

"Then don’t talk," Death Mad lit another cigarette, "I’m not interested in hearing your nonsense anyway."

The vast palace echoed only the sound of rummaging, as most of the resources accumulated in the Dark Blue Hell were transported to Gui Ming Palace by the demigods. Ash merely needed to receive everything, akin to a scavenger picking up junk in the Wasteland. For him, the Heavenly Kingdom of Souls held the greatest significance in its virtually infinite capacity; he truly was a veritable garbage collector.

"Why haven’t The Forgotten appeared yet?" Ash suddenly muttered to himself.

"They appear only when you’ve stayed too long," Death Mad replied offhandedly, "In a bit, they might—"

"But can’t you actively summon thousands of Forgotten to besiege me?" Ash opened a Doomsday Treasure Box and said eerily, "Then I’d have to offer another 25% of my psyche."

Death Mad was taken aback, staring wide-eyed at Ash’s back.

"There’s no need to be so troublesome. Wait until my exploration time is almost up, and just ask me directly; I’ll give it to you." Ash marked the Tribulation onto his hand, coldly saying, "Consider it my price for my own naivety."

Death Mad was silent for a long time, not responding with a single word, merely taking a quiet drag from her cigarette, letting it burn to ash.