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Chapter 180: The City Trapped in Time

Disaster struck with terrifying suddenness.

From the foot of the Sacred Mountain, onlookers witnessed a horrifying, ethereal “lamp of death” rising in the sky. Beams of light—black, white, colorful, and dark—emanated from the “lamp,” obscuring the heavens.

Though it emitted light, the sky inexplicably darkened.

Sunlight seemed tainted by the encroaching darkness, the once-pure white clouds now dim and indistinct.

The previously bright sky became instantly overcast, turning a murky gray.

The light passed through the magic bottle, revealing the mythical being within.

It was a colossal, terrifying human silhouette.

It twisted and warped, arms outstretched.

The shadow also resembled a giant tree, with intricate patterns and formations branching out along its limbs.

“What… is that thing?” Countless people at the foot of the mountain stared skyward, unable to comprehend the sight before them.
The power blotted out the sun and sky, the shadow looming between heaven and earth.

This was far beyond mortal capability.

Even the most powerful God’s Grace Priest, hailed as God’s apostle, couldn’t accomplish such a feat.

This was the power of myth incarnate.

“Ah!” The first person to directly gaze upon the human figure and patterns let out a horrific scream after just a few seconds.

He clutched his eyes tightly, blood tears streaming through his fingers, then collapsed to the ground.

Soon after, more people descended into madness.

“Hahahahaha… hahahaha…”

“It’s God… it’s a deity!”

They ran through the streets, rushing towards the Sacred Mountain.

Then, they fell to their knees, uttering incomprehensible mumbles and strange languages, frantically kowtowing and raising their hands skyward.

The guardian priests in the temples at the foot of the mountain immediately reacted, having also seen the terrifying figure.

While experiencing the unparalleled visual impact, they also felt the corrosion of chaotic, maddening power accumulated from countless desires.

Compared to ordinary people, they could better comprehend the terror of that existence.

They knew it wasn’t God, but it couldn’t possibly be human either.

They nervously ran through the streets, constantly shouting at everyone, urging people to hide in rooms or turn their backs to the Sacred Mountain.

“Don’t look!”

“Don’t look!”

“It’s an evil spirit!”

“It’s a demon!”

But thousands upon thousands of people had already collapsed, foaming at the mouth and unconscious.

This was just from looking directly at the mythical being. Higher up on the Sacred Mountain, even more tragic and terrifying events were unfolding.

The power of the divine tool, the Little Person in the Bottle, continued to extend. The light of original sin moved swiftly and steadily from the heights, covering the God-Servant City.

On the other side of the Sacred Mountain, one could see the mountain peak’s shadow on the ground being engulfed by the shadow of a bottle.

All the Trilobite Men in the God-Servant City simultaneously plunged into an abyss of despair.

Chaos and death descended upon this moment.

The entire city instantly fell into deathly silence, with only a few powerful priests managing to escape, breaking free from the light of original sin of the Little Person in the Bottle, Anhofus.

One of the priests, clinging to a small stone monster, rushed down the Sacred Mountain along with it.

The small stone monster, composed of two stone spheres of different sizes, rapidly rolled its lower half, dashing towards the outskirts of the city.

It took some time to accelerate from its initial start to its final sprint. Just as the small stone monster had left the level ground and began to slide downwards, the priest clinging to it was struck in the right calf by the light of original sin sweeping down from above.

“It’s over,” the priest muttered.

The priest glanced at his leg, his face instantly paling.

He had just witnessed with his own eyes the fate of those touched by this light; not a single one had survived.

But at this moment, he had no time to dwell on it.

Carrying a ring and a scroll, he rushed down the mountain, immediately arriving at the temple in the auxiliary city.

At this time, everyone in the auxiliary city below was fleeing, including the priests in the temple.

The streets were filled with carts and crowds, accompanied by cries and clamor.

Everyone had their backs to the Sacred Mountain, not daring to even look back.

The priest dismounted from the small stone monster and attempted to enter the temple, but found one of his legs unresponsive.

Looking down, he discovered that the inside of his leg had already begun to rot, emitting a strong stench.

Fortunately, a priest apprentice inside the temple had spotted him.

The apprentice, carrying a large box towards a cart outside, recognized him and rushed to his aid.

“My lord, you’ve escaped!” the apprentice exclaimed.

But the priest pushed him away. “Don’t worry about me. Quick, call the head priest.”

He mentioned the head priest’s name, clearly very familiar with the personnel here.

The head priest had come from outside, apparently having been evacuating people earlier. The light slowly covering the mountain from above was almost at the foot, and he looked extremely panicked and terrified.

“My lord,” the head priest asked anxiously, “what exactly happened up there?”

The priest took out two items: a ring and a scroll.

The ring was a token from the Temple of Truth, bearing the mark of the Sage Lan.

The scroll was an official Yinsai Kingdom document, prepared long ago.

After all, His Majesty the King had been the controller of Yinsai for so long, he always left contingencies and backup plans for everything he did.

No matter how great the chances of success, he always prepared for failure.

And this was one of his contingency plans.

The priest placed these two items in the head priest’s hands, looking at him with an extremely grave and serious expression.

“Quickly,” he urged. “Hurry to the God-Descended City and deliver these two items to the Sixth Prince. Tell His Highness that the capital is gone, and His Majesty the King… is no more. From now on, he is the next King of Yinsai.”

The head priest was stunned, looking at the priest who had escaped from the God-Servant City, unable to process what he had just heard.

The priest grew increasingly anxious, letting out an angry roar. “Hurry! What are you waiting for?”

He looked at the rot that had already spread to his abdomen, collapsing powerlessly into a chair.

“I was touched by that light. I’m doomed,” he explained. “So this task can only be carried out by you now. If you don’t hurry, Yinsai will be beyond saving. The entire kingdom will splinter and collapse, everyone will be plunged back into war.”

The head priest’s face changed drastically; he now truly understood the weight of the responsibility on his shoulders.

“I understand,” he said firmly. “Rest assured, I will definitely deliver this to His Highness the Prince.”

The priest watched him leave, letting out a long sigh.

Whatever happened next was now beyond his control.

The priest sat peacefully in the temple hall.

Outside was a scene of chaos and noise. Even at this moment, there were still many people unwilling to part with their possessions, dawdling and getting stuck on the streets.

As the light of original sin covered the area, the domain of death enveloped the auxiliary city at the foot of the Sacred Mountain.

In these final moments, these people had no time left to escape.

They were completely left behind.

Even the scene of their pushing and jostling was frozen in an instant, transformed into a statue for future observers to gaze upon.

The capital and Sacred Mountain fell, with not a single living person to be seen.

The royal power of the Henir Dynasty crumbled, the King of Yinsai perishing in the disaster of lost souls.

And the priest who had escaped from the God-Servant City finally closed his eyes in the light of death.

With his last breath, he spoke.

“A farce. It’s all a farce.”

It’s unclear whether he was referring to the people on the streets outside, or the dramatic turn of events at the wedding.

“Your Majesty, what have you done?” he whispered. “The great promise of Yinsai, completely ruined.”

The flesh and blood in his body gradually withered and rotted, and finally, a ghost floated out from his body.

He floated up, his shadow drifting towards the Sacred Mountain.

He arrived at the gates of the God-Servant City, but could only wander outside the city walls, unable to enter.

“Dong dong dong.”

In the eerily silent city, bell sounds suddenly rang out.

The ghost looked up.

He saw one figure after another appear on the city walls, looking down.

At the forefront was none other than the King of Yinsai.

Wearing his crown and holding his scepter, he stood bewildered at the head of the crowd, as if he hadn’t yet realized he was dead.

The priest’s ghost murmured, “Your Majesty!”

The King of Yinsai had also become one of them, transformed into a ghost eternally imprisoned in this dead city.

On the main road.

The stone monster pulled its carriage through city after city, passing by Cross City without even daring to stop, merely taking a sip of water before rushing straight towards the God-Descended City.

He wasn’t alone. At that moment, many others like him were rushing to spread the shocking news of the capital’s disaster to distant lands.

Whoever could get the news first would be able to make arrangements more quickly.

This was the window for the successor to immediately stabilize the situation, and also an opportunity for ambitious individuals to overthrow the kingdom.

Traveling day and night like this, even the small stone monster was too exhausted to run anymore.

He abandoned the carriage and sprinted madly towards the God-Descended City, finally reaching it completely exhausted.

When he met the Sixth Prince, he was in a complete mess, no longer resembling a noble priest.

The royal villa, once Yesael’s palace, had been restored to even greater splendor after its destruction by the giant beast.

He handed the ring and letter to a middle-aged man, who was the Sixth Prince of the Henir Dynasty.

The scroll-like document said nothing more than that when the King of Yinsai died, the prince would automatically succeed as the King of Yinsai.

It bore the name of the King of Yinsai and the embossed seal of the Yinsai scepter head.

“This?” the prince questioned, bewildered. “What does this mean?”

To appoint him as the successor to the throne so abruptly was indeed too hasty.

Even the prince was puzzled, completely unable to understand what had happened.

The messenger spoke, his voice trembling, “Your Highness.”

“A catastrophic disaster occurred at Princess Yeya’s wedding. The entire Sacred Mountain and the capital have fallen. There’s not a single living soul left.”

“Even His Majesty… perished in the calamity.”

The messenger’s words sent shockwaves through the great hall. Everyone, including the prince, leapt to their feet in disbelief.

They couldn’t help but exclaim, “What did you say?”

Someone immediately shouted angrily, “What nonsense are you spouting?”

The prince was completely stunned, taking a moment to regain his senses. He gripped the messenger’s hand tightly, his voice stern as he questioned, “What? The capital is gone? And the King died there?”

The messenger repeated his previous words, elaborating on what he had seen.

“This is all I saw and heard. As for what actually happened at the Sky Temple that day, I didn’t witness it personally.”

The Sixth Prince had been scheduled to attend Princess Yeya’s wedding. However, his duties overseeing the God-Descended City and the hastily set date by the King had prevented his attendance.

Unexpectedly, this twist of fate had saved him from disaster.

A noble at the prince’s side rose swiftly, his eyes glinting with urgency as he offered his counsel.

“Your Highness, we should proceed with the coronation ceremony immediately.”

“To become the King of Yinsai.”

Another noble quickly interjected, “A coronation is certainly necessary, but where will it take place? The capital is gone.”

“Moreover,” he added, “will the lords of other territories and the temple priests of the Nine Great Ritual Temples easily acknowledge this succession?”

The Sixth Prince hesitated. If his father had passed the throne to him before, he would have been overjoyed.

But now the situation was entirely different. The capital had fallen to disaster, and the royal guard and the Sky Priest group had all perished.

The Henir Dynasty could be said to be in crisis, teetering on the brink of collapse.

Succeeding as the King of Yinsai required more than just the previous king’s approval; it also required strength.

He currently had no power at his disposal. How could he succeed to the throne?

And with what could he subdue the powerful lords of various regions and the priestly families of the Nine Great Temples?

“How did it come to this?” The Sixth Prince held the scroll, leaning back in his chair, holding his forehead.

There was no joy, only deep concern.

A century of accumulation by the Henir Dynasty had been severed in an instant. What capital did he have to ascend to the throne?

“What should I do?”

“What should I do?”

A minister beside him noticed the ring left by the King of Yinsai and presented it to the prince.

“Your Highness.”

“Go to the Temple of Truth and seek out Sage Lan.”

“As long as Sage Lan of Truth is willing to support your ascension to the throne, there will be no problems.”

In this situation, no one could be trusted.

Only Lan from the Temple of Truth, even if he didn’t agree to help directly, would absolutely not allow the entire Yinsai to disintegrate and separate.

The reason wasn’t just because Lan had inherited the will of the Saint, but more importantly, because in his lofty position, he wouldn’t covet the throne of Yinsai—

The Island of Mist.

Sage Lan was studying the bone powder from the monster that had stolen the “Art of God’s Grace” from the temple. He had originally wanted to cultivate its complete form, but strangely, he failed.

Because the bone demon itself didn’t have the ability to split into offspring, its creator had sacrificed the ability to produce offspring in exchange for another ability.

“Bone monster.”

“Unable to produce offspring, but in exchange gained the ability to have two forms.”

“What’s the purpose of having two forms?”

Lan’s eyes widened as realization struck him. “It’s to circumvent the covenant made by the monster race with God,” he mused, “allowing the bone monster to survive in cities.”

“Genius!”

“To come up with such a method.”

Lan somewhat admired the person who created this kind of monster, but it was clear that the creator of the bone demon didn’t have good intentions. His genius wasn’t used for righteous purposes.

Lan continued to ask his student if they had found any trace of Anhofus.

“Still haven’t found Anhofus?”

The student replied, “But I found out that a ship was docked at the port of the Sal Domain for a long time, and it left immediately after the ‘Art of God’s Grace’ was stolen that day.”

Lan asked, “Where did the ship come from?”

The student answered, “A ship from Yinsai. It’s said there were priests from the Sky Temple on board.”

Lan looked at the bone powder he had collected and muttered.

“Bone demon.”

“Sky Temple.”

“The capital?”

Lan’s expression changed slightly, suddenly feeling uneasy.

“Not good.”

“Something must have gone wrong.”

Lan immediately strode out of the room. His sudden reaction momentarily stunned his student, who followed behind, puzzled, and asked, “What does the teacher want to do?”

Lan said to his student, “Go to the Monster Garden and have them prepare the wing demons.”

“You come with me too. We’ll fly to the God-Servant City.”

However, just as the two walked out of the ancient castle one after another, the steward from the dock ran over, breathless with urgency.

“Lord Lan.”

Lan raised his hand: “Whatever it is, we’ll discuss it later. I have something very important to attend to now.”

The dock steward, catching his breath, replied, “The Sixth Prince of Yinsai has just arrived. His ship docked moments ago.”

“The prince is very anxious and insists on seeing you.”

Lan immediately stopped in his tracks. Just as he was about to go to the capital, the Sixth Prince of Yinsai had arrived.

“What?” Lan exclaimed. “The Sixth Prince has arrived?”

Lan had a sense of foreboding: “Could it be related to the bone demon incident?”

In the great hall, Lan waited for the Sixth Prince to enter hurriedly.

“Sage of Truth.”

Lan, being the elder, gestured for the prince to sit down, then picked up a silver cup.

“Your Highness, what has happened to make you come to me so urgently?”

The Sixth Prince’s expression was grief-stricken: “This time, a great calamity has befallen us. The entire Yinsai faces a crisis.”

“At my sister’s wedding, the evil sorcerer Anhofus triggered a disaster of lost souls.”

“My father…”

At this point, the prince choked up.

“His Majesty the King died in the disaster of lost souls. Now, apart from a few people who escaped from the foot of the mountain, everyone in the capital and the Sacred Mountain is gone.”

The truth far exceeded Sage Lan’s expectations. This wasn’t just a monster that could hide in the mortal world; this was a catastrophe that could destroy the Yinsai Kingdom.

If it were just a single monster, Lan felt he could handle it easily, but this situation was completely beyond his imagination.

It could be said that the situation had now completely spiraled out of control.

“Pffft!”

Lan spat out a mouthful of water, wetting his collar.

But at this moment, he couldn’t care about that. He stared intently at the Sixth Prince.

“What did you say?”

The Sixth Prince continued: “No one could have imagined that the God-Servant Priest of the Sky Temple was actually the evil sorcerer Anhofus.”

“He’s the student of the fire demon Haru. This madman has directly destroyed Yinsai.”

The royal army was completely wiped out, not a single Sky Priest remained, and the core nobility and bureaucratic system were utterly destroyed.

To say it destroyed Yinsai might be an exaggeration, but to say it destroyed the foundation of the Henir Dynasty’s rule was not an overstatement at all.

Moreover, the Sixth Prince’s words also carried a hint of suggestion: your close friend Haru’s student, Anhofus, who also came from the Temple of Truth, has done such a crazy thing.

You can’t just wash your hands of this!

“Sage of Truth, I can only turn to you for help.”

“If you don’t intervene, I’m afraid Yinsai will split apart again, and various regions will once more be plunged into the flames of war.”

“We’ve only had peace for a hundred years. You wouldn’t want to see such a situation, would you?”

Looking at the Sixth Prince’s expression, Lan finally confirmed that this matter was true.

Then the prince took out the ring and scroll left by his father. Lan read through the scroll detailing the prince’s succession to the throne, then picked up the ring and examined it carefully.

This was the ring he had sent to the King of Yinsai when inviting him to the Island of Mist. He never expected it to return to him in this manner.

He let out a sigh.

“Alas!”

“We were still a step too late.”

Lan had initially thought it was just the bone demon issue, but he never expected to be faced with such an earth-shattering revelation.

Although the prince spoke convincingly about how Anhofus had impersonated a descendant of the Xilong family to enter the Sky Temple, Lan, having weathered countless storms in his life, could see through the façade to the underlying problems.

He could roughly guess that the King of Yinsai had made some deal with Anhofus to extend his own life, but why the two eventually came into conflict, dragging the Sacred Mountain and the capital into a destructive disaster, remained unknown.

“Let’s go to the capital first and see.”

Regardless, they needed to go to the capital and assess the situation.

At the very least, to see if there was any chance of recovery, if the capital could be reclaimed.

A wing demon circled in the sky, and the prince, who had been preparing to board the ship, pointed at the sky in confusion, asking those around him what that thing was.

The monster with its giant wings spread, making strange cries.

Even its shadow falling on the island made people extremely uneasy.

A mentor from the temple told him: “It’s a wing demon that has signed a spirit realm contract with the Temple of Truth. It’s a flying monster.”

“Don’t worry, Your Highness. This is a third-generation cultivated wing demon. It doesn’t have the consciousness and thought impurities inherited from the seal spirits of the first-generation wing demons. It’s considered relatively docile.”

“Taking a ship would be too slow. We’ll fly to the capital.”

The prince couldn’t understand the differences between first and second-generation monsters, these professional terms used by priests, but he did realize that the Temple of Truth now had the power of flight.

And it wasn’t just an isolated case, but a widespread flying power.

“Has the Temple of Truth already surpassed the times to such an extent? Even the sky has been conquered by them.”

From this moment on, the prince began to view the Temple of Truth in a different light.

In the coming days, the Nine Great Ritual Temples would surely lose control, growing increasingly difficult for the royal family to manage. Perhaps they could rely more on the power and priestly personnel of the Temple of Truth.

It was from this moment on that priests from the Temple of Truth, once constantly suppressed and marginalized, began to be valued and moved towards the core of Yinsai’s power structure.

The wing demons unfurled their massive wings, unleashing tempestuous gusts that whipped through the air.

Lan, astride his miracle tool, the Wings of Wind Control, soared towards the horizon. While the wing demons merely harnessed the wind’s power, Lan had become its master.

He manipulated air currents at will, constantly accelerating and soaring, even propelling the group of wing demons to greater speeds alongside him.

It took them but a short time to cross the sea, arriving at the capital before nightfall on the same day.

The speed was unbelievably fast, far beyond what the prince had imagined.

The wing demons circled in the sky above the Sacred Mountain.

As the sun set, a pall of gloom hung over the Sacred Mountain.

In the silent city, “statues” crowded the streets, while transparent, ethereal shadows occasionally appeared, wandering in the corners of the city.

The once-bustling capital was gone, leaving only a realm of death.

This was a graveyard for tens of thousands of Trilobite Men.

They were dead, yet not completely gone.

Life had clearly ended, but they could not rest in peace.

They would never transcend.

They were eternally trapped in this place.

Repeating everything from their lives over and over again, until the day someone came to rescue them.

Or until eternity itself came to an end.

“This… the God-Servant City… This is the God-Servant City and the Sky Temple!”

“How could it become like this? How could it become like this?”

The prince, atop the wing demon, had just seen the tragic state of the capital. He couldn’t help but burst into tears, his emotions genuine this time.

“This is purgatory!” The temple mentor couldn’t help but shudder, having never seen such horror before.

“Even divine punishment couldn’t be worse than this!” Others looking at the scene couldn’t help but feel their hair stand on end.

Lan also saw those ghosts, those who had clearly died but were unaware, repeating the actions from their lives.

“This is a city trapped in time.”

“Everyone has clearly died, yet time forcibly keeps them here.”

He rode his miracle tool, the Wings of Wind Control, towards the ground below, but he immediately sensed something was wrong.

A strong sense of malice enveloped him, as if something was watching him.

But that thing was also trapped within the Sacred Mountain, its power unable to extend freely.

He felt that if he went any lower, he would be caught by it, directly dragged down to become one of the countless ghosts.

He let out a loud shout.

“No, stop!”

“We can’t go in!”

The temple mentor following him immediately controlled the wing demon to stop, looking towards Lan.

Although they didn’t know why, they had absolute trust in Lan’s judgment.

Lan activated his mythical organ, his brain emitting a glow.

A strange field spread out with him at the center, extending downwards to investigate.

His perspective shifted from reality to one centered on the field.

He broke through the boundaries.

Seeing things that shouldn’t exist in the human world.

Lan saw a terrifyingly large bottle containing the entire Sacred Mountain, and behind the Sacred Mountain was a life form transcending the mortal realm.

It was called a Myth, a being beyond mortal comprehension.

It was a shadow composed of light dust, a giant human figure, yet also resembling a divine tree.

“What is that?” Lan gasped, his voice barely a whisper.

The moment Lan saw that thing, he was almost scared out of his wits, thinking for an instant that he had seen an existence like the Mother of Life, Shelly.

Although it didn’t have that kind of ability surpassing all life, the pressure of a complete mythical life form was unmistakable.

Lan felt a chill run through his entire body. He could hardly imagine such an existence appearing in the world of the Trilobite Men.

That shadow also saw Lan, opening its large mouth to smile at him.

“Sage Lan.”

“Long time no see.”

Anhofus had once studied at the Temple of Truth for a long time, and he knew Lan, although at that time he wasn’t yet the Sage of Truth.

Lan asked him: “Who are you?”

The being replied: “I am Anhofus.”

Lan firmly denied: “Impossible, you are absolutely not Anhofus.”

The being laughed, enjoying the conversation with such an intelligent person: “I was created by Anhofus, the Little Person in the Bottle Anhofus.”

Lan then asked: “Did you cause all of this here?”

The Little Person in the Bottle Anhofus: “It was caused by Anhofus. To fulfill his ideal of exploring the secret of immortality, he sacrificed everyone here as offerings.”

“And I am the immortality he pursued.”

Lan fully understood what had happened here, and he spoke.

“The people here are already dead. Why are you still imprisoning them?”

“Let them go, return the capital and the Sacred Mountain to Yinsai.”

“We can pay a price for this.”

The Little Person in the Bottle Anhofus’s words instantly turned cold, his gaze towards Lan bursting with intense malice, as if Lan’s words had angered him.

“Why should I let them leave?”

“Why should I alone bear the loneliness of eternity? I want them to accompany me, to accompany me for all eternity.”

“These people, not a single one of them will escape.”

“Especially Anhofus, he must stay here for eternity…”

The more the Little Person in the Bottle spoke, the more furious he became.

Terrifying power surged into the sky, directly scattering the formation of wing demons above.

The wing demons fell into a frenzy, and everyone nearly plummeted.

In the end, it was Lan using his miracle tool, the Wings of Wind Control, that brought them away from the airspace above the Sacred Mountain, but no one dared to approach that place again.

“What exactly was that thing?” Although others hadn’t seen that figure, they had felt its terrifying aura.

“Is that what caused the disaster?” someone asked Lan.

Lan’s gaze remained fixed on the Sacred Mountain. “Anhofus,” he said quietly, “has actually created a mythical life, an immortal being.”

Although he didn’t know that the Little Person in the Bottle possessed only an unstable mythical life form.

It could only exist within the magic bottle, thus it could only become a divine technique tool.

Lan suddenly thought of Haru, who was also a genius.

Haru was not only the creator of the new ritual array, but the first monsters also came from his hands.

“What a pity.”

“Haru and his student.”

Lan somewhat regretted not personally going to bring back Anhofus before. If he had brought him back to the Temple of Truth, perhaps the outcome would have been completely different.

“If we could have brought them back to the right path, perhaps they could have achieved even greater things.”

“They could have become a force for the advancement of civilization, rather than taking the wrong path.”

But at this point, it was too late to say anything.

Even as a fourth-rank God’s Grace Priest, Lan found himself powerless against the original sin field of the divine technique tool, the Little Person in the Bottle. He could only look on helplessly.

Any living being who dared to enter that place would instantly fall into madness, devoured by the desires of thousands upon thousands of people.

“Let’s go!”

“Back we go.”

“This place has become forbidden to mortals. No one should come here again.”

The prince was still unwilling: “Can’t we even retrieve the Yinsai scepter?”

The Yinsai scepter was the symbol of royal power since the loss of the Crown of Wisdom.

As something left behind by the first king Redlichia, it was incredibly sacred to everyone.

They had lost even the last relic left by the first king.

Not only that, but the Saint’s Chapter of Tito enshrined in the Sky Temple, those sacred objects passed down from generation to generation, were all lost in this realm of death.

“The Sky Temple.”

“The Sacred Mountain.”

“Everything is gone.”

As they left, the prince was reluctant to part.

Lan looked at the prince and said to him seriously.

“Your Highness,” Lan said solemnly, “from now on, you will be the next King of Yinsai. You must prepare yourself for this great responsibility.”

Lan’s words immediately made the prince’s eyes light up. With his help, there was a guarantee of ascending to the throne.

Although Lan was reluctant to meddle in Yinsai’s succession, he couldn’t stand idly by as the kingdom faced potential fragmentation and conflict.

Even if change was needed, it wasn’t the time.

Nor was it this kind of change.

The development brought by the Ritual Age had not yet reached its end. Stability and peace were what everyone needed.

The Sixth Prince asked Lan: “Go back? Where are we going back to?”

Lan said: “Let’s move the capital!”

“The former capital of Yinsai was the God-Descended City. Why not return there?”

“However, it’s still up to you, Your Highness, to make the decision.”

—

Dream Realm.

The divine messenger Hila entered through the gates of the divine realm, floating all the way to the God-Given Land.

In the garden, small spirits shaped like Sun Cup Flowers floated up, surrounding Hila.

They soothed the unrest in Hila’s heart.

She entered the temple and said with a heavy heart.

“Oh, God,” she lamented, “it’s truly a tragedy beyond words.”

Yin Shen sat by the window on the left side of the temple, looking into a mirror.

In the mirror was none other than the Little Person in the Bottle.

Both the life tool God-Created Man and the divine technique tool Little Person in the Bottle possessed the power of immortality, belonging to two different paths.

But their immortality, more or less, had some issues.

One was a deformed immortality, the other an incomplete immortality.

This was the first life form composed entirely of mythical blood to appear from the Wisdom Ability, and only the Wisdom Ability passed down through generations possessed such vast power of divine blood.

“Can life with the Wisdom Ability achieve immortality just by becoming a mythical life?”

“Anhofus failed. What he created was only an unstable mythical life, probably lacking some key factors.”

Yin Shen stood up and gazed at the melancholic spirit. “Your empathy runs too deep,” he said gently. “Spirits like you can easily shatter in the realm of dreams.”

The spirit took small steps to Yin Shen’s side, looking up at him with adoring eyes.

“It won’t happen,” she said with conviction.

“Except for you, God, no one can shatter my dream.”