Damn, the three Saints can’t still be alive, can they?!

He took a few steps back, enveloped entirely in the Armor of Wind, and continued to observe.

Elaphia noticed him gathering Magic Power, with flying blades swirling around, all pointing at the tomb, she asked, “What’s wrong?”

The young girls jumped in fright, their hands clutching their Weapons.

“Not sure, but there’s Spirituality inside the tomb.”

“Burial goods?”

“It’s humanoid.”

“Is it a ghost ghost ghost ghost ghost?” Andasu jumped behind the other three, her white beast ears drooping down.

Everyone turned their heads towards the beast-eared maiden.

The seemingly capable and straightforward White Wolf actually had this side?

“Pfft.” Zoe couldn’t help but snicker.

Andasu glared angrily at the brown-haired girl, but said nothing due to fear.

Her reaction eased the tense atmosphere considerably.

“Don’t worry, let me take a closer look.”

Li Ang was startled at first too, mainly because he felt guilty, with thoughts of whether there might be any valuable items inside.

If they were ordinary valuables, he’d pretend he hadn’t seen them, but if it was something of extraordinary caliber, he’d consider borrowing it from the Saints behind ALulu’s back, that was his initial plan.

Yet, humanoid Spirituality was clearly not associated with treasure.

So his first reaction was to worry that the Saint’s corpse might jump up and strike him with a Holy Power Slash.

After calming down, he noticed something wasn’t quite right with this Spirituality.

Li Ang, who had dealt with human Spirituality often, recognized from the Spiritual Structure that it was human when he saw the Saints’ Spirituality.

The Spiritual Structure of the living was very complex, but this Spirituality was evidently missing many parts, not complicated like it should be.

For example, those responsible for biological circulation.

This indicated that they indeed weren’t alive, nor revitalized by the group of intruders inside the stone chamber.

Preserved corpses of devotees generally don’t rot, common for the Saints at the source of the Wotam Sect, so keeping mummies for two thousand years was possible, but retaining Spirituality seemed far-fetched.

Also, it’s unlikely they transformed into the Undead; if that were the case, they would have broken out of the tomb long ago, provoking the Watcher to find ways to eliminate them.

So why does the Spirituality remain?

Li Ang focused and observed, his brow gradually furrowing.

No way…

This Spirituality, why does it resemble the Curse in Andasu’s body before?

They weren’t remnants of the Saints’ Spirituality but filled with a non-human heterogeneous sense.

So many heterogeneous Spirituality, did the people of Wotam Sect not notice for two thousand years?

Li Ang had a hypothesis in mind and stepped forward.

The Spirituality in the tomb suddenly intensified.

Unbelievable.

Li Ang looked at himself again.

Earlier he saw on his panel that he bore the Root Spiritual Curse, and he had examined himself; thanks to experience dispelling Andasu’s Curse, he could somewhat identify some heterogeneous Spirituality, but they seemed to blend into his body, appearing and disappearing, elusive and ungraspable.

Now, the heterogeneous Spirituality within his body surfaced, resonating with the Spirituality inside the tomb.

The Goddess’s deeds can be said to be the traces of battles against Demons.

Her kindness is about saving the people in dire situations, including wiping out rampaging Demons clean.

In various records of the Wotam Sect, “Crimson Demon” isn’t explicitly emphasized, perhaps the religion altered the description in dissemination, so to most people, Demons, as enemies of the Goddess of Kindness, are merely symbols, synonyms of imagined foes.

“Crimson Demons descend throughout history: two thousand years ago, three hundred years ago, and now…” Li Ang said.

“Indeed.”

Elaphia nodded.

“Related to Demons?” She immediately realized Li Ang’s reaction.

“Saints, truly admirable.”

Li Ang did not speak as a believer, but purely as a Sky Knight, as a Warrior experienced in combat, expressing admiration.

Realizing that humanoid Spirituality was fully heterogeneous, he understood it was traces of various Demonic Powers retained within them.

Due to heterogeneous Spirituality adhering like a hidden tumor to their original Spiritual Structures, when their Spirits vanished, these heterogeneous Spiritualities behaved like blood clots, leaving behind a framework.

Throughout their lives of battle, how many curses did they endure?

He admired while feeling uneasy, Li Ang backed away step by step.

When Demonic Curses hide as heterogeneous Spiritualities, they’re inherently difficult to detect, and the heterogeneous Spirituality inside the tomb emerged upon sensing Li Ang’s part, hopefully, they didn’t morph into something like a hand to kill them.

From the gaps at the edges of the tomb, crimson blood-colored mist seeped out bit by bit, floating above the tomb, beginning to consolidate.

“Coming again!?” Zoe drew her Dual Swords with a swift motion, the other three also stepped back cautiously while keeping guard.

Elaphia raised a finger, all the flying blades inside the room tangled toward the crimson mist, the mist emitted Spiritual Fluctuation, attempting to dissolve her blades.

With a clenched palm, the dissolving blades detonated, shattering into more tiny flying blades, weaving a web of Slashes in mid-air.

Beside her, from a dimensional fissure flew a golden hammer Treasure Artifact looking like a ghost face, seemingly gripped by an invisible giant, it powerfully smashed into the air, golden light blossomed at its impact point outward, instantly dissolving the unformed blood mist.

“It’s okay now.”

The blond Maiden smiled gently at Li Ang.

Dazed for two or three seconds, Li Ang took a breath and returned a smile.

Ssss—

Suddenly, his left arm felt excruciating pain, as if a sharp drill was piercing through it.

This pain penetrates the bone marrow, and he knew without thinking that it must be related to his curse.

This level of pain made him instinctively raise his right hand to press on his left arm, but he restrains himself just in time.

The vision blurred by pain returned to clarity, facing Elaphia who seemed to notice something.

“It’s nothing.” Li Ang smiled.

He looked at the status panel.

[Status: Root Spiritual Curse]

[…]

[Transformation Progress: 1%]

An additional progress information appeared in the curse text on the panel.

Damn!

Even being close to something related to a demon speeds up the transformation?

At this rate, I don’t have much time left.

Li Ang sighed in his heart, how to solve this?

Andasu’s curse was stripped away by the Spiritual Horizon brought by the Seer Pendant coupled with his ability in Spiritual Manipulation. To resolve it, the witch’s ability is likely indispensable.

The system has provided a supplementary task line for becoming a witch.

I’ll have to complete it as soon as possible to see what additional skills the witch can learn.

To avoid pondering too long in place, after his chaotic thoughts ran through quickly, he temporarily threw them into the back of his mind and stepped towards the stone chamber door.

“Let’s go, let’s find the bishop’s location.”

Leaving Thunder Mountain Church, Li Ang asked via Spiritual Driving and found out that the bishop went mountain climbing, aiming for the highest point of Thunder Mountain — Thunder Peak.

“Climbing mountains? At this time?”

The young girls looked up at the sky, in the dark clouds and mist; the phenomenon of Thundercloud Stream occasionally flashed.

The closer to the mountain top of Thunder Mountain, the denser the clouds and mist, until it shrouded the mountain head within.

ALulu pointed at a location entirely wrapped by cloud mist, where green thunder lights circulated and said, “That is Thunder Peak.”

The muffled and intense thunder kept sounding, and Li Ang’s teammates looked to him for a decision.

“Whether it’s Elaphia’s matter or ALulu’s situation, now everything hinges on that bishop, finding him is inevitable.”

Li Ang said, “Don’t worry, I’ll use magic to draw the thunder.”

After acquiring the Material Magic Scripture, he can freely shape material, creating a floating lightning rod is very simple.

The group stepped onto Elaphia’s flying sword, avoiding the Watchers’ gaze.

Fortunately, the sky was about to rain, and the Defender Knights had all set up tents and were unconcerned with watching around, making avoiding their gaze easy.

Toward the direction asked through Spiritual Driving combined with ALulu’s guidance, they quickly found the mountain path for ascending the mountain. Elaphia controlled the flying sword to fly close to the path.

Rain fell from the sky; Li Ang constructed an Air Shield in front of everyone, like an invisible large umbrella, with a lightning rod attracting thunder.

However, though the green thunder in the clouds and mist snaked around like living flying snakes, they didn’t gather into strong thunderbolts, ensuring their movement speed.

“Lulu, what’s on the mountain top?” Zoe asked halfway up.

Everyone wanted to know the answer to this question, so they all listened closely, waiting for ALulu to speak.

“Nothing really, just an ordinary mountain top, though a bit high, allows you to see far places.”

Xiaoniu tried to recall anything unusual but found nothing.

She said, although climbing Thunder Peak is a routine for practitioners including Fan Gen, the mountain top is just ordinary rocks and sparse plants, not even delicious fruits, and signs of being flattened by strong winds are everywhere.

Li Ang pondered while asking, “During the Oathkeeping Festival, where was your teacher?”

“Teacher had us reciting scriptures inside the room, while he recited before the Goddess in the church.”

“Did you see him reciting scriptures in the church with your own eyes?”

Xiaoniu shook her head and said, “No, because I went to the room early.”

“I see.”

He said no more, with Elaphia’s guidance, they slowly approached the mountain top.

Near the summit, they saw no congregation or believers; while the young girls were puzzled, Li Ang and Elaphia simultaneously shivered.

The Blondie Douding deactivated the flying sword, letting everyone land.

“What’s wrong?” Zoe asked.

“There’s indeed something on this mountain top.”

Li Ang gasped, enclosing the four teammates in a circle of Pure Magic Wind Armor.

Elaphia then summoned three Treasure Artifacts right in front.

Seeing them prepare so diligently, the young girls felt a bit tense.

“We are already in a domain.” Blondie Douding said.

“Doesn’t that mean there’s a Tier Nine Powerhouse?” Dorothy questioned.

Domains are commonly called spaces belonging to powerhouses at Tier Nine, but in essence, they are entirely new spaces extracted from torn dimensions, meaning at places where dimensions are torn, there could be similar situations to a domain.

So, having a special space doesn’t necessarily mean there is a Tier Nine Powerhouse present.

Perhaps it’s due to a special situation caused by the Thundercloud Stream in the sky. Since ALulu never arrived at Thunder Peak during the Oathkeeping Festival, she was unaware of this situation.

In the surrounding cloud mist, green lightning seemed to come alive, everyone felt as if currents pass through their bodies.

Slowly entering the mist, the six arrived at the summit.

They observed the bishop guarded by another Defender Knight at Excellence Realm, facing the sky beyond the mountain peak.

In the Thundercloud Stream of the firmament, a gigantic serpent-shaped dragon with a body capable of coiling around a mountain was half-hidden within the cloud mist.

Its feathers resembled lightning itself, its majesty akin to a descending divine spirit.

The bishop was respectfully conversing with the giant dragon.

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