A few days ago, Sandean, the Sage of Truth, had been laid to rest in a stone coffin in the cemetery on the Island of Mist.

Yet his student, Lan, still visited the tombstone and mound daily.

He still felt that everything that had happened during this time was like a dream, completely unreal.

Suddenly, his teacher was gone, and the instigator of it all was his teacher’s other student, Haru, who had also been his childhood friend.

“What do you plan to do next?” Elena, the Abyss Knight, suddenly appeared in the cemetery. “Will you stay? Or return to your Ice Temple?”

The Food Priest Lan turned and walked towards the cemetery exit. He was still conducting the experiments his teacher Sandean had entrusted to him.

Although the God’s Grace Stone had been created, the method to integrate its power into oneself was not yet complete. The path to the fourth level still needed refinement.

“I don’t want to think about these things now. I’ll decide after I finish this task!” Lan replied, his voice tinged with determination.

“And Haru…” Lan looked back at Elena. “I will bring him back.”

When Elena heard Lan mention Haru, her eyes immediately hardened.

She questioned Lan, her voice sharp with anger, “Do you still want to shield him? He killed our teacher!”

Lan’s voice remained calm, “I’m not shielding anyone. The teacher asked me to bring him back.”

“Then you’d better beat me to it,” Elena retorted, her tone icy. “If I find him, I will certainly kill him. I will never forgive him, no matter what excuse or reason he has.”

Lan said nothing, just quietly walking away.

The two parted ways, going in opposite directions.

After several successful experiments fusing the Seal Spirit from the Seal Dolls with mythical blood, Lan began planning experiments on himself.

He prepared to directly fuse his own Seal Spirit with mythical blood in his own body.

After several preparations and numerous revisions to the plan, he finally decided to take the last step.

On this day, the great hall of the ancient castle was filled with people who had come to witness Lan take the path to the fourth level. This was Lan’s own request.

Success would herald a new era, a cause for grand celebration. Failure, however, would serve as a sobering lesson and warning for future generations.

Complex and enormous patterns were drawn on the ground. These were not ritual arrays, but patterns used to form mental pressure.

At this moment, the Food Priest Lan stood at the center of the patterns.

Lan’s student was somewhat worried. He stepped forward and said quietly, “Teacher! Shouldn’t we let someone else try first?”

Lan looked at his student and patted his shoulder reassuringly. “We’ve conducted so many experiments to confirm it, there won’t be any problems.”

“Besides,” he continued, “one must bear the consequences of their own actions. How could we justify using others’ lives to pay the price for our own ambitions?”

Having said this, he raised his hand and used his mental power to push the student out of the pattern.

Light surged, and he began.

More than a dozen Spirit Realm priests simultaneously activated their Wisdom Ability. Mental power rotated along the patterns on the ground, forming a mental barrier that enveloped the great hall, exerting intense mental pressure on Lan.

Lan began to float, his body becoming slightly transparent.

Everyone could see the mythical blood in Lan’s head begin to emit a fluorescent light. A Seal Spirit over ten meters tall appeared within the mental barrier.

This was a strange Seal Spirit composed of oil noodles, food paste, and sugar crystals. Under the strong pressure of mental power, its shell gradually dispersed, reforming into a spirit body that was gradually compressed and forced into Lan’s mind.

Finally, the Seal Spirit was fused into a single unit of mythical blood.

At the same time, in Lan’s mind, the God’s Grace Stone appeared.

The God’s Grace Stone, originally just a weak grain of sand, instantly drained all the mythical blood from Lan’s body as it formed, replicating and expanding itself as it devoured the mythical blood.

Next, the God’s Grace Stone began to erode Lan’s body.

The mythical blood of Lan’s Wisdom Ability was mainly hidden in his brain, which was also where Lan’s memories and personality were primarily stored.

As the God’s Grace Stone appeared deep in his mind, Lan’s entire brain began to undergo an alteration.

The crystallization of the God’s Grace Stone began to spread continuously, turning part of his brain into a crystal-like existence. His mortal body underwent a qualitative transformation.

Everyone in the great hall could feel that the aura around Lan was completely different.

A pressure transcending the mortal realm directly descended upon the ancient castle, making people involuntarily hold their breath. Some of the older priests suddenly recalled the feeling of facing mythical beasts.

It was a suppression originating from the bloodline.

In that instant, Lan transformed from a mortal into a being possessing a mythical organ.

The dozen or so Spirit Realm priests maintaining the mental pressure were instantly squeezed out by this pressure. They gazed at Lan in awe.

“Mythical power?” one whispered.

“The pressure of a giant monster!” another exclaimed.

Everyone could feel that at this moment, Lan was filled with a mythical aura.

In just an instant, he had drawn a line between himself and mortals.

In the corner, the Abyss Knight Elena also looked at Lan in shock.

“Is this the power of God’s grace?” she murmured, her voice a mixture of awe and trepidation.

Lan finally descended from his floating state, gradually touching the ground.

The temple instructors and his students immediately surrounded him, excitedly asking:

“Lord Lan?”

“Did you succeed?”

“What exactly is the power of a fourth-level priest like?”

Lan didn’t answer. Instead, he raised his hand, his eyes gleaming with newfound power. A surge of energy emanated from his body, manifesting as light shadows that separated from him.

Following this display, more than a dozen monster-like beings crawled up from the ground, similar to Seal Spirits but distinctly different.

They could be divided into three types based on their characteristics.

“Noodle Brain.”

“Sugar Crystal Giant.”

“Food Paste Slime.”

They were different from Seal Spirits. A Seal Spirit was a spirit body that briefly possessed form and powerful strength by consuming the priest’s power, returning to a transparent, illusory spirit form once the priest’s power was withdrawn.

These monsters were somewhat similar to demons; this was their actual body.

As long as Lan didn’t destroy them, they could continue to exist with him forever, becoming his eternally controlled slaves and puppets.

Each God’s Grace Priest was equivalent to a small puppet squad.

If you were powerful enough, you could even create a large puppet army.

Lan felt it wasn’t just this. He raised his hand and suddenly found that his bone armor had become much more lustrous, and his entire body seemed to have returned to his youth.

“I’ve become much younger, and my lifespan should also exceed that of ordinary people,” he marveled, his voice tinged with wonder.

Those present exclaimed continuously, marveling at the power of the God’s Grace Priest.

This was not just a transformation of power, but a leap in the level of life itself.

Everyone looking at Lan had a sense of looking up to a being above mortals, like a giant monster, or perhaps a divine messenger – something mythical and difficult to comprehend.

At this moment, the Food Priest Lan stood as the most powerful being in the entire Yinsai world, a fourth-level priest at the pinnacle of power.

In the dream realm.

The God-Given Land.

The Yin God still sat beneath the stained-glass window of the temple, the God’s Grace Stone in his hand emitting a faint light.

The Yin God gripped the God’s Grace Stone and suddenly spoke.

“It has begun.”

The dream moon in the sky descended once more, its ethereal light bathing the God-Given Land in an otherworldly glow.

God’s will projected from beyond the world, once again descending upon this place.