I am God LSLCCF

Chapter 125: Mortals Care

A crystal bearing the mythical blood of Wisdom Power was placed on Sandean’s forehead. As the messenger of God activated the power within the crystal, the silver mythical blood immediately became active.

“Bestowal of Power.”

Sandean floated in midair, silver light surging into his body from all directions.

He saw the form of Stan Tito, and another more ancient shadow.

The two circled around him, as if whispering in his ear.

Finally, they merged with him.

The messenger of God told Sandean, “Now.”

“You have inherited the power of two generations of saints, Stan Tito and the great poet. In the realm of Yinsai, few possess Wisdom Power greater than yours.”

Sandean’s expression remained calm, showing no sign of excitement.

The messenger of God asked him, “Why aren’t you excited? Doesn’t possessing such great power stir any emotion in you?”
Sandean replied, “This isn’t my power, it’s the power of the saints.”

“I am merely its temporary custodian.”

“It doesn’t belong to any one person. It’s the means to realize the hopes and dreams of two generations of saints, the force to drive Yinsai’s future.”

Sandean looked into the spirit’s eyes: “So I know how to use it, and I will never abuse it.”

“I won’t be smug about possessing it, nor will I lose myself in its strength.”

The messenger of God was surprised: “I begin to understand why Stan Tito chose you.”

Sandean followed the messenger of God out of the Spirit Country. They boarded the ferryman’s boat, traversing the dreamy starry sea of the dream world.

They finally arrived at the edge of the dream world, where they beheld a fantastic sun.

The messenger of God approached the sun, and gradually, the inner contours of the dream sun were revealed.

It was a golden Divine Cup.

Sandean was blinded by its dazzling radiance, only able to vaguely sense his surroundings through his spiritual power.

“What is this?”

The dream spirit told him.

“This is what the great poet brought back. You should know its name.”

“The divine artifact — the Divine Cup.”

Sandean dared not speak. He had read about it in the great poet’s “Final Chapter,” knowing the great poet had journeyed to God’s realm to return this divine artifact left in the mortal world.

Faced with such a divine object, he dared not raise his head.

To stand here, bathed in the light of a divine artifact, was an supreme honor for someone as lowly as himself.

The spirit watched the sun slowly rotate until the Divine Cup turned to another side before speaking.

“Do you see the divine script written here?”

“The Divine Cup carries God’s dream, the laws of the world, but there’s something else engraved on the cup’s wall.”

“This is the Spirit Realm Covenant, or you could call it the Holy Grail Contract.”

Heeding the messenger of God’s instruction, Sandean raised his head to look.

Sandean strained to look at the radiant divine artifact, finally making out the writing on it. It was less like writing and more like a vast, three-dimensional entity.

A single glance flooded his mind with an unimaginably complex torrent of information, threatening to overwhelm him.

“What is the Spirit Realm Covenant?”

Sandean asked the messenger of God, averting his gaze.

The messenger replied: “It’s a contract Stan Tito signed between all wise beings of the mortal world and God’s realm. It’s also how he relinquished the Power of Destruction and beseeched God for the Power of Creation.”

“For mortals to use the power of God’s realm, they must communicate with beings in God’s realm — the spirits of the Spirit Country — through the Divine Cup and the Spirit Realm Covenant.”

“As long as the covenant exists, Trilobite Men can borrow the spirits’ Power of Dream Creation through the contract and rituals.”

“Of course, there’s a price to pay.”

Sandean immediately noticed the key point in this statement: “A price?”

The messenger of God nodded: “Of course, anything borrowed must be paid for.”

“The Power of Ritual is how you pay the spirits of the Spirit Country. Through the covenant and the Power of Ritual, the spirits lend you their power.”

“And the price is this: the memories of all priests who sign the Spirit Realm Covenant will not return to the stars after death, but will become part of the Spirit Country, merging into the spirits’ dreams.”

“If you project part of your spiritual power onto this divine artifact, the Divine Cup, through divine technique consciousness projection, you can communicate with the dream world and use the Power of Rituals.”

“If you’re lucky, you might even glimpse a corner of God’s dream within this divine artifact, fragments of the law’s imprint.”

“Furthermore, if you can find a way to combine the divine technique law imprint with Wisdom Power, you might create third-tier divine techniques unique to Wisdom Power.”

Sandean was very interested in this aspect: “Messenger of God, what’s the difference between divine techniques and the Power of Rituals?”

“Divine techniques are your own power, while rituals are power you borrow from the dream world and the Spirit Country.”

He pondered this thoughtfully. Although he had only studied rudimentary divine techniques through the Tito family’s collection, it was clear he had a talent for this field.

The messenger of God asked him seriously, for the second time.

“Sandean.”

“Are you ready?”

Sandean raised his head: “If that’s the price, I’m willing.”

The messenger of God nodded, acquiescing to his wish.

Part of Sandean’s spiritual power separated, projecting eternally onto the Divine Cup through divine technique, becoming one with the Spirit Realm Covenant.

From now on, no matter where he was.

His consciousness and Wisdom Power could communicate with the dream world through this Spirit Realm Covenant.

As long as he followed the proper ritual procedures, he could borrow the spirits’ Dream Power, the power to create everything the Trilobite Men longed for and dreamed of.

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In the center of the fairy tale-like realm, inside the tree-like building that reached the sky.

The spirit library.

The Trilobite Man curled up in a corner by the light of a lamp, clutching a long scroll, studying diligently.

The scroll was titled — “The Power of Ability.”

“It’s amazing.”

“So this is how power works, no wonder the mythical blood needs the Sun Cup Flower’s pollen to transform.”

“This is the secret of power!”

Like a sponge, Sandean absorbed the knowledge the messenger of God had given him. He dared not be the least bit negligent.

This knowledge didn’t belong to him alone, but to all Trilobite Men.

This was the future that Saint Stan Tito had sacrificed himself to open up for all Trilobite Men.

He dared not relax for a moment, carefully ensuring he didn’t misremember even the slightest detail.

That would be an unforgivable sin.

He discovered that the power described in the spirit library was different from the junior and senior priest records of the Tito family. The spirits divided power into three tiers.

First tier was the basic power of mythical blood, only affecting consciousness and the illusory realm.

Second tier, as mythical blood became complete, gained power that directly affected reality.

The transformation of Wisdom Power manifested as spiritual power, while Dream Power manifested as dream realm-like power.

The third tier began to require the power of God’s dream and divine technique law imprints.

Power users began to possess partial Law Power, controlling and interfering with reality through laws, gaining various miraculous powers.

“The Power of Law.”

“Power originating from God’s dream.”

Sandean’s eyes showed longing. Didn’t this mean that at the third tier, one essentially possessed part of God’s power?

No wonder the spirits could create various magical things through the power of their realm.

It wasn’t they who were powerful, but God.

God’s dream contained the ultimate truths of the world, encompassing the laws of the world.

He couldn’t imagine how powerful and magnificent God must be.

He looked towards the depths of the Spirit Country, his pupils quivering slightly.

According to the spirits, at the deepest part of the dream world was God’s realm, where the great Yin Shen resided.

He systematically studied the classification of power and how to sign the Spirit Realm Covenant.

He then began to learn and practice the Power of Rituals.

The ritual process was divided into three steps. The first step was to draw the ritual array, which contained part of the Spirit Realm Covenant and the spirits’ true names.

The second step required preparing materials. Different rituals consumed different materials depending on their effects. For example, the iron ritual and the pottery ritual required ore and clay respectively.

The third step was to activate the ritual array, consuming the Trilobite Men’s spiritual power for guidance and shaping. The final product would be shaped according to the ritual host’s will.

He left the spirit library and found a place outside.

He drew the ritual array, checking it against the scroll for a long time to confirm.

“It’s like this, the Spirit Realm Covenant, the spirit’s true name, the ritual name are all correct.”

He didn’t blindly copy, but memorized every corresponding part of the ritual array, understanding why it was drawn this way and what would happen if it was drawn incorrectly.

Next, he arranged the spell materials.

“The materials are… hmm”

“It needs these minerals, and some oil? Why?”

“And water? What’s the reason for this?”

Sandean could understand some parts, but others still left him bewildered.

Nevertheless, he activated the ritual.

A phantom of a dream egg floated above the array, golden light rotating alternately in this space.

All the materials instantly melted, twisting and merging together.

The materials combined into something new and unexpected.

He had successfully created the legendary Ruhe material, which he then shaped into a Ruhe sword.

He swung it a few times, feeling that his Ruhe sword seemed sharper, harder, and more corrosion-resistant, probably because he had used several different minerals and other materials.

The success of his first attempt at ritual power was incomparably exciting for Sandean.

Far more exciting than receiving the saint’s power.

“I did it.”

“I really did it.”

“I’ve really learned it.”

“The Power of Ritual, the Power of Hope.”

“Hahaha.”

“This is hope, I am the light.”

He danced with joy, running like a madman through the Spirit Country, frightening the spirits flying in the sky and floating on the ground.

“He’s gone mad.”

“That Trilobite Man has gone mad again.”

“Trilobite Men are so scary.”

The spirits scattered away from Sandean, watching this delirious, dancing Trilobite Man.

“They’re all so silly.”

“Mhm, we’re much smarter.”

A row of spirits squeezed together on the sign of the spirit library, their little heads nodding in unison.

The excitement came quickly and faded just as fast.

Sandean immediately reined in his excitement and returned to the spirit library to study ritual knowledge.

Succeeding once wasn’t enough. He knew he had to memorize and master all the rituals, for each was a treasure God had bestowed upon the Trilobite Men.

In the days that followed, Sandean succeeded again and again.

“Pottery ritual.”

“Iron ritual.”

“Weaving ritual.”

“…”

He not only created swords, but also mirrors, pottery, glass, silk fabrics, one thing after another that had never existed in the Trilobite Men’s world was born in his hands.

Though he hadn’t stayed long in the Spirit Country, Sandean learned one ritual after another at an unimaginably fast pace.

At the same time.

His journey of dream miracles was finally coming to an end.