God-Descended City.

The headquarters of the Temple’s Demon-Hunting Group was an unassuming castle, situated on the outskirts of the city beside a canal.

Inside, it resembled more of a military barracks, with strict defenses and both overt and covert sentries posted throughout.

Vivien’s role as the captain wasn’t to pursue cultists, evil sorcerers, or supernatural evil events. Instead, she spent most of her time here handling various information and important matters, then assigning tasks for others to deal with.

Besides suppressing these supernatural evil events, Vivien also had to prepare many preemptive plans.

After all, suppression only treated the symptoms.

Only by obtaining more powerful strength and eradicating the root of evil could these problems be truly solved.

Vivien’s plans included exploration of mythical bodies, conceptualization of fifth-level power, the Demon King project, and more.

However, most were still in the exploratory stage.

“Knock knock knock!”

A knock sounded, and the person who entered immediately placed a long scroll on the table.

“Lady Vivien, according to recent intelligence from the east, some cultists are secretly courting local nobles and merchants.”

“They’re signing contracts with nobles and merchants, promising supernatural powers and even chances at longevity, engaging in conspiracies we’re currently unaware of.”

“Many have secretly turned to the Ghost Cult, which will pose a huge threat to the Yinsai Kingdom.”

“We’ve assessed this as an urgent matter that must be dealt with immediately.”

Vivien picked it up, unrolled it, and took a look: “Why has the Ghost Cult become so aggressive lately?”

The messenger explained: “These people are quite different from the Original Sin Temple members we’ve dealt with before.”

“The Original Sin High Priest likes to seek out those who have fallen into the abyss, or those with extreme greed and desire, targeting mostly lower-class slums, marginal towns, or fallen individuals.”

“But the people who’ve appeared this time are different. They wield the power of spirit realm contracts, preferring to negotiate and trade with people.”

“Compared to the madmen of the Original Sin Temple cultists, these people are more rational, more premeditated, and more planned.”

“We believe these are members of the Ghost Cult’s Divine Contract Temple, led by the Divine Contract High Priest we encountered before.”

Vivien nodded, her brow furrowing as she muttered, “People from the Divine Contract Temple.”

She wasn’t surprised. The Divine Contract High Priest was originally the most low-key of the Ghost Cult’s High Priests.

But his low profile wasn’t due to a lack of ambition, but because he was the weakest.

Now that he had gained the powerful aid of the Stone Demon King, his ambitions and desires would certainly swell accordingly. The situation emerging in the eastern region of the Yinsai Kingdom had already proven all this.

The Divine Contract High Priest’s forces had begun to grow frantically. This person, unwilling to remain in obscurity, would certainly stir up some trouble. This was all within her expectations.

It’s important to note that even the Temple of Truth, which creates demons, can only control them through contracts formed by Spirit Realm priests.

Only contracted demons won’t lose control.

Otherwise, forget about commanding demons, these demons won’t even understand your orders, let alone heed them.

If annoyed, they might even directly rebel.

But the Stone Demon King was different. With one command, it could make all stone demons of lower bloodline obey it. The suppression of the same bloodline made other demons unable to resist.

This gave the Ghost Cult’s Divine Contract Temple an entire army of stone demons at their disposal.

Vivien stood up: “Where’s the vice captain?”

The messenger immediately replied: “The vice captain went out earlier and hasn’t returned yet.”

“You sent Lady Anli out yourself, saying it was a secret mission.”

Vivien nodded: “I know. When she returns, notify her to come see me immediately.”

As soon as she finished speaking, the door was pushed open impetuously.

The person didn’t even knock, just barging straight in.

It was Vivien’s sister, Anli.

“Sister!” Anli exclaimed, her eyes gleaming with excitement. “Your trick with the Sun Cup Flower was brilliant. The Divine Contract High Priest’s people took the bait, thinking it a trophy.”

“But they were quite careful, clearing away the divine techniques on it.”

Finished speaking, Anli looked at her sister with admiration: “However, they never imagined that the problem was with the flower’s scent.”

Vivien nodded: “Have you found their base?”

Anli took out a map, with several points marked on it.

“Here, here, and here.”

“All of these are outposts of the Ghost Cult’s Divine Contract Temple, each housing anywhere from twenty to thirty people up to over a hundred.”

“Among them, formal members with Abilities make up about one-tenth.”

After saying this, Anli pointed to the easternmost part of the map.

“But here, I suspect this might be the location of one of the Ghost Cult’s three great temples, the Divine Contract Temple.”

“I saw many Spirit Realm priests patrolling in the depths of the swamp, and shadows of stone demons.”

Vivien looked over and saw that the place was located in the wilderness outside of Yinsai.

“The Dark Swamp?”

Previously, even if they knew this place was the location of the Ghost Cult’s Divine Contract Temple, they wouldn’t have had a good way to deal with it.

The Divine Contract High Priest’s strength had greatly increased, and their Demon-Hunting Group wouldn’t have been able to do much if they attacked.

But now, with Blood Plague Stuen on their side, the Demon-Hunting Group had gained a formidable trump card.

Vivien immediately took this map and pondered for a long time.

“It’s time. The Ghost Cult’s ambitions are growing, and their influence and strength are increasing.”

“We can’t delay any longer.”

Then, in her capacity as the Demon-Hunting Group’s captain, she issued orders to summon everyone.

As night fell, three Demon-Hunting Squads and all the small team leaders gathered at the headquarters, awaiting Vivien’s orders.

At the long table conference, Vivien announced this mission’s plan.

“Now, we’re about to launch the largest demon-hunting operation in history.”

“Annihilate the Ghost Cult’s Divine Contract Temple.”

There was an uproar below, with some anxious, others boiling with excitement.

“Such a big operation?”

“Great, I’ve been waiting for this day.”

“Do we have definite information? Do we know where the Ghost Cult’s Divine Contract Temple is?”

“Should we notify Lord Lan? That would be more prudent.”

This time, Vivien was full of confidence.

If they could annihilate the Divine Contract Temple, kill the Divine Contract High Priest and that Stone Demon King.

Not only would it weaken the Ghost Cult’s power, but it would also deal a heavy blow to the “God of Knowledge”.

The Dark Swamp.

Water flowed out from the gloomy valley, forming a series of lakes and puddles of various sizes.

At the darkest corner of the source, fires flickered, concealing a hidden temple and various buildings attached to it.

In stark contrast to the desolate surroundings, this temple stood as a testament to grandeur and excess. Its dome glittered with inlaid gems, its pillars shone with gilded splendor, and its walls were adorned with intricate murals depicting the legends and myths of their so-called “god”.

Most eye-catching was the god statue that resembled a door, though unlike the Original Sin Temple’s statue which emphasized the power of the Light of Original Sin, the Divine Contract Temple’s statue focused more on embodying the power of contracts.

The giant door was engraved with various contract ritual arrays, and behind the door were scenes of all sorts of beautiful imagery.

The murals depicted God forming contracts with mortals and bestowing grace upon them, a visual representation of the temple’s core beliefs.

Today, a grand banquet was held in the side hall of this Divine Contract Temple.

Male and female Ghost Cult members wore magnificent robes, no longer covering their faces, more resembling a gathering of nobles.

And not only were there Ghost Cult believers participating, but also some “distinguished guests” from the eastern region of Yinsai.

These “guests” were instead wrapped tightly in black cloaks, escorted by guards through the swamp, then taken by boat to enter this place.

Inside the temple, everyone was engaged in discussion.

Many gazes kept turning towards the corridor exit in the corner, as if waiting for the appearance of some important figure.

A hush fell over the crowd as the Divine Contract High Priest, host of this gathering, stepped onto the high platform.

Everyone fell silent, quietly watching this highest Ability user of the Ghost Cult, the legendary incarnation and vessel of the God of Knowledge.

The Divine Contract High Priest’s opening words were earth-shattering.

“The King of Yinsai has long since become a puppet of the Temple of Truth.”

“The era of change has arrived.”

“The Henir family has usurped everything from the Royal Bloodline. It’s time to take it back.”

“And to achieve all this, only the God of Knowledge, only the true deity can give you guidance.”

The Divine Contract High Priest raised both hands and shouted: “Overthrow Yinsai, restore the glory of the Royal Bloodline.”

“Everyone will believe in the great deity. The great God of Knowledge will bring light and power to all.”

Immediately, everyone followed him in shouting.

Their voices were uniform, as if coming from a single person.

The Divine Contract High Priest raised his hand, and the others immediately fell silent.

“But currently we still have many enemies.”

“The Temple of Truth, the Nine Great Ritual Temples.”

“And that Blood Plague, that damned monster, and the Witch Doctors hidden behind him.”

“They’re interfering with God’s descent and will while God still can’t step into this world.”

“But they cannot succeed.”

“Because how can mortals possibly resist a deity?”

The Divine Contract High Priest’s eyes blazed with fanatical fervor, his words tumbling out in a frenzied rush. Completely lost in his own grandiose visions, he seemed oblivious to how he appeared to others – a man teetering on the edge of madness.

“As long as we unite, we will become the hidden rulers of Yinsai.”

“Once we grasp power and initiative, we can use God’s power to overthrow the Henir Dynasty’s tyrannical rule in one fell swoop, and exterminate those fallen heretics of the Temple of Truth.”

“You, all of you.”

“Will become the rulers of the new world. You will become the new Royal Bloodline.”

Below, many “distinguished guests” were moved to tears, cheering and shouting along with the Divine Contract High Priest.

All the Ghost Cult members also raised their arms and shouted. For a moment, everyone was boiling with excitement, everyone feeling they were part of a great cause.

“Screech!”

But at this moment, a cry suddenly came from the sky.

One Wing Demon after another circled in the sky. All the Ghost Cult members and guests participating in this gathering ran out of the temple, looking towards the sky.

The moment they saw the Wing Demons, everyone present knew who had come.

Unlike fire demons, stone demons, and bone demons scattered throughout the world, Wing Demons were cultivated by the Temple of Truth. They were extremely protective and secretive about the seeds of these demons.

Currently, apart from the Temple of Truth, no other forces possessed the power of Wing Demons.

And those appearing here at this moment certainly weren’t students and tutors from the Temple of Truth. It could only be the Demon-Hunting Group.

“It’s the Temple’s Demon-Hunting Group,” was the most common cry among the crowd.

“How did they know about this place? And why now?” Some people huddled together, questioning each other.

“It’s over, we’ve been discovered.” Especially those “distinguished guests” participating in this cultist banquet, they trembled like sifted chaff. Terrified, they pulled up their hoods to cover their faces and turned to flee, as if dreading that those above might see their appearance.

More and more Wing Demons filled the sky, and military forces had also been mobilized outside the Dark Swamp.

Stone demons, fire demons, and priest squads were approaching the Dark Swamp, clearing out the outposts and fortresses on the outskirts one by one.

All three hundred members of the Demon-Hunting Group had gathered here. In addition, many priests from the Nine Great Ritual Temples had been temporarily dispatched to participate in this plan to eradicate the Ghost Cult’s Divine Contract Temple.

However, the Ghost Cult’s Divine Contract High Priest stood out, utterly fearless.

“Rumble rumble.”

The earth trembled, and mountains shook.

A Stone Demon King, nearly a hundred meters tall, crawled out from the ground, with the Divine Contract High Priest standing on its head.

He stood high above, spreading his arms like the master of everything.

“Vivien,” he sneered. “Have you come to offer your people as sacrifices?”

The Divine Contract High Priest, seeing so many people gathered here, instead burst into laughter.

“Perfect,” he gloated. “Once we’ve slaughtered you all, we’ll join forces with Original Sin and Truth to eliminate Lan and Elena.”

“Let’s see what in this world can still stop us then.”

Vivien, standing on a Wing Demon, suddenly smiled upon hearing the Divine Contract High Priest’s words about nothing being able to stop them.

“Is that so?”

“Then let me introduce you to an old friend who has long been eager to meet you.”

The Divine Contract High Priest was taken aback: “Old friend?”

Suddenly, the moon in the sky turned blood-red. Thick blood mist gathered like silk, coalescing into a figure standing beside Vivien.

Unlike usual, Blood Plague changed immediately upon seeing these people from the Ghost Cult.

His eyes turned blood-red, and an eerie, cold aura burst from his body.

In that instant, his humanity vanished, replaced by a monstrous presence that chilled the air around him.

“Blood Plague Stuen,” gasped a voice from the crowd.

“Why has he allied with the Demon-Hunting Group?” another questioned, fear evident in their tone.

Below, in front of the Divine Contract Temple, the cultists along with all the members of the Demon-Hunting Group stared at the figure behind Vivien. This figure in a blood-red cloak was incredibly eye-catching.

Almost everyone present knew of him.

If nothing else, just the legendary visage of God was enough to attract attention.

His appearance alone caused exclamations and retreats among those present, as if they had seen a natural disaster or tsunami.

Indeed, in their eyes, he was no different from a natural disaster.

Equally powerful, equally unstoppable.

However, having been tricked by Vivien once, the Divine Contract High Priest wasn’t about to fall for it a second time.

He looked at the blood-colored cloak behind Vivien, utterly unimpressed.

“Laughable.”

“Using the same trick twice won’t work.”

Vivien said nothing more, just extended her hand towards Stuen.

“Lord Stuen, if you please!”

Stuen licked his lips: “This will be a feast.”

He leaned forward, his expression instantly becoming extremely ferocious.

“Evil ones.”

“Can you hear it? My hungry belly is roaring.”

With that, Stuen leapt down from the sky.

His form melted in mid-air, transforming into a surging river of blood rushing downwards.

The sound of the rolling blood river was so real, echoing in the valley, making people dizzy.

The Divine Contract High Priest, who had just been dreaming beautiful dreams, was instantly engulfed by the blood river.

Along with the Stone Demon King beneath his feet.

At this moment, the Divine Contract High Priest realized that this time, it wasn’t an illusion.

It was the real deal.

“Stuen?”

“How can it be real?”

The Divine Contract High Priest couldn’t believe it. Stuen, who had always been a loner, this monster who disdained the Trilobite Men, had actually chosen to join the Demon-Hunting Group.

Vivien watched as the Stone Demon King and the Divine Contract High Priest were entangled by Blood Plague Stuen, struggling helplessly like drowning men in rolling waves.

Then she raised her hand, issuing pre-assigned battle tasks to the various demon-hunting squads that had been preparing for a long time.

“The demon-hunting plan begins.”

“Kill on sight all who refuse to surrender.”

Wing Demons swooped down with roars, plunging into the magnificent and grand temple and buildings.

Intense battles erupted in the distance, with fighting breaking out all over the swamp.

Ghost Cult outposts engaged in life-and-death battles with Demon-Hunting Group squads. But the Demon-Hunting Group’s priests had been preparing for a long time, while the Ghost Cult members were hastily meeting the attack.

At the same time, priests from the Nine Great Ritual Temples also joined the battle.

Some ordinary cultists who had been bewitched began to resist with weapons, but they soon saw the formal army troops that the Demon-Hunting Group had mobilized entering the area.

Soldiers swarmed the swamp from all directions. Some navigated the treacherous waters in boats, while others scaled the steep mountain slopes, executing a perfect pincer movement.

The one-sided slaughter was telling these cultists the difference between them and regular troops.

A confrontation between Ability users large enough to be recorded in history books had begun in the Dark Swamp.

The last time such a large-scale battle between Ability users took place here was during the eradication of Anhofus’s teacher, the Fire Demon Haru.

But the scale and intensity of that battle paled in comparison to the current one.

Vice Captain Anli charged into the temple, engaging one powerful Ghost Cult member after another.

With a mere gesture, she summoned a hail of ice spears from the heavens. They rained down mercilessly, skewering cultists and pinning them to the earth like grotesque butterflies in a collection.

More cultists rushed out, some controlling fire demons and stone demons.

“Ice Puppets.”

At her call, water gathered on the ground, forming ice puppets.

They charged towards the fire demons and stone demons.

Meanwhile, Vivien, surrounded and guarded by her people, walked up to the steps of the Divine Contract Temple amidst the sounds of slaughter all around.

She stood outside the main door of the temple, glancing at the tall and majestic god statue.

Then she let out a contemptuous and disgusted sound.

“Hah!”

“Demon who dares to call itself a god.”

As the captain of the Demon-Hunting Group, she harbored extreme hatred and disgust towards the Little Person in the Bottle, Anhofus. It was because of its existence that conflicts and killings were repeatedly instigated.

Vivien raised her hand, and a nearby pillar was severed.

With another wave, the severed pillar smashed directly into the god statue.

“Boom!”

Stones continuously fell from above, raising a strong cloud of dust that spread in all directions.

Many cultists were directly engulfed, and the rising dust obscured the vision of many on the battlefield.

The cacophony of battle suddenly ceased, replaced by an eerie silence.

All the Ghost Cult members turned their heads to see the Ghost Cult’s Divine Contract Temple destroyed, the statue of the god they believed in toppled.

“No!”

“No!”

Countless believers wept bitterly, watching this scene in despair.

The cultists here all went mad in an instant, rushing forward fearlessly. Even as they fell one after another at the hands of the Demon-Hunting Group, they continued to charge forward.

They wanted to protect their god, even if it was just a statue of their god.

But then, they saw an even more devastating sight.

Outside the valley, in the vast Dark Swamp, the embattled Stone Demon King let out a roar.

The earth heaved and buckled, giving birth to a forest of stone pillars that shot skyward in a dizzying display of power.

Snakes of dust swirled, constantly squeezing into the blood river, then condensing into stone.

It was trying to solidify and freeze the blood river, but the Stone Demon King’s efforts were futile against Blood Plague Stuen’s overwhelming might. The blood river, like boiling lava, instantly incinerated the Stone Demon King’s defenses.

In the end, the Stone Demon King could only slowly melt in the blood river.

“Roar!”

In such a one-sided situation, it no longer thought about confronting Blood Plague.

This wasn’t a fair fight. Compared to its opponent, it was more like a sweet meal, slowly being digested.

Now it only wanted to leave this place, to escape from this terrifying monster.

The stone demon kept splitting, trying to create stone puppet avatars to escape the blood river’s confinement.

But with each split, the blood river swelled proportionately.

How far this vast blood river could swell, no one could predict.

The Stone Demon King and Divine Contract High Priest found themselves utterly powerless to gauge the true extent of Blood Plague’s abilities.

“Monster controlled by evil!”

“Fall into slumber!”

From within the blood river, figures of those who had died in Cross City long ago emerged.

The leading Trilobite Man approached the Stone Demon King and directly dug out its brain.

That was the stone demon’s mythical organ, the source of its wisdom.

The moment the brain was extracted, the stone demon’s body immediately crumbled into rocks and soil, scattering into the swamp below.

Seeing this, the nearby Divine Contract High Priest howled in despair.

“Stuen, you abomination!” he screamed. “God’s wrath will fall upon you! You’ll pay for this sacrilege!”

The Divine Contract High Priest directly exploded his own body, leaving only a head that flew towards higher ground, trying to escape the blood sea.

With only a head left, he surprisingly didn’t die and was still trying to escape.

He still held a glimmer of hope, believing that if he could escape to the Sacred Mountain, he could still be revived under God’s power.

“Wretched soul,” Stuen’s voice boomed. “Your judgment is at hand. Escape is nothing but a fool’s errand.”

The blood river suddenly surged, a wave rising over a hundred meters high.

It directly engulfed the fleeing Divine Contract High Priest’s head, dragging it back.

“Ah!”

After the scream, only an organ emitting strange light remained.

That is, the Divine Contract High Priest’s brain.

With the death of the Divine Contract High Priest, everything came to an end, and the battles in various places began to wind down.

Before the Dark Swamp, a grisly scene unfolded. The bodies of Ghost Cult members formed macabre mountains, while surviving cultists were forced to their knees, trembling as they awaited judgment.

At the same time, those “distinguished guests” who had come to participate in the banquet were dragged out one by one, registered under the Demon-Hunting Group’s identification.

Their fate was sealed. The gallows awaited them all.

Amidst the aftermath of battle, Vivien stood at the heart of the crowd, her keen eyes assessing the field as she meticulously tallied their losses and victories.

“The entire Divine Contract Temple has been eliminated, save for a dozen priests who escaped. The rest were either killed or surrendered.”

“In addition, we’ve cleared out several of the Divine Contract Temple’s strongholds within Yinsai. We’ve effectively uprooted this Ghost Cult temple’s power.”

Vivien nodded with satisfaction.

“Excellent.”

“This is the most brilliant operation our Demon-Hunting Group has conducted since its establishment.”

“If our teacher knew about this, he would be very pleased too.”

This demon-hunting battle not only destroyed one of the Ghost Cult’s three great temples, dealing an irreparable blow to the Ghost Cult.

More significantly, it struck at the heart of the Little Person in the Bottle’s power. Both the Divine Contract High Priest and the Stone Demon King drew their strength from Anhofus’ bestowals – gifts of mythical blood. With these lost, Anhofus himself was weakened.

Even for this mythical monster, such a loss was enormous.

Yet, this victory came at a cost.

What were once minor skirmishes between the Temple of Truth and the Ghost Cult had now escalated into a life-or-death struggle.

The conflict between the two sides had been completely intensified, and future battles were likely to be even more brutal.

After handling the affairs, Vivien came to a corner.

“Lord Stuen,” she called out softly. “I owe you my thanks.”

Stuen walked out from the shadows, a smile playing on his face. “It was indeed a satisfying banquet. I hope you can arrange another one like this soon.”

Vivien also smiled: “We will. One day we’ll storm the Sacred Mountain.”

“When that time comes, it will be the true main course.”

Stuen’s eyes gleamed with anticipation. “I look forward to that moment.”

After saying this, he threw two organs emanating power onto the ground.

Vivien immediately recognized what they were: “Are these…?”

“The brains of the Stone Demon King and the Divine Contract High Priest? Their mythical organs condensed from the Wisdom Ability?”

Vivien looked at Stuen: “These are your spoils of war.”

Stuen spoke dismissively: “Useless things.”

“I am a creation of life, my power comes from Shelly, the Mother of Life. I have no need for these.”

After saying this, Stuen looked at Vivien.

“However, as a price, you must help me find the fourth-level path of the Life Ability.”

Vivien nodded firmly: “Don’t worry!”

“We’ve already started, but the experiments still need time.”

After saying this, she raised her head, reluctantly tearing her gaze away from the two mythical organs, as if wanting to say something more.

But Stuen had already disappeared.

He came and went without a trace. Unless one deliberately tried to contact him, it was impossible to see him.

Yet it felt as if he was always hidden nearby.

“Is this the power of sequence number 1?”

Recalling the tragic deaths of the Divine Contract High Priest and the Stone Demon King, and their powerlessness before Blood Plague Stuen, she truly understood the significance of the sequence number 1 ranking for the first time.

Speaking of sequence number 1, she suddenly looked at the two mythical organs that Stuen had tossed on the ground like garbage.

She carefully picked them up.

These were powers that had undergone fourth-level transformation, powers belonging to divine grace.

Vivien immediately had some ideas about how to handle these two items.

Although they couldn’t directly increase her own power, if they could be made into Divine Artifacts, it would be equivalent to enhancing her strength.

“I’ll ask our teacher to make one into a Divine Artifact, and the other can be given to him for experiments on mythical bodies.”

The Island of Mist.

News of the Demon-Hunting Group’s brilliant achievements was sent to the Temple of Truth in a letter, and the Sage of Truth, Lan, was also very pleased. He even personally went to the top of the castle to welcome the arrival of the Vivien sisters.

The two rode Wing Demons and landed on the castle top, then immediately jumped down to salute Lan.

“Teacher.”

Lan’s eyes shone with pride as he gazed upon the two young women before him. Their youthful vigor and determination reminded him of his own younger days, stirring a mix of nostalgia and satisfaction within him.

“Vivien,” Lan said warmly. “You’ve proven my faith in you was well-placed.”

Vivien looked at her teacher earnestly: “Teacher’s expectations are both pressure and motivation.”

“They’ve always kept Vivien from slacking off.”

Lan nodded: “Come, let’s go down and talk.”

Vivien followed, carefully asking: “Teacher, about what I mentioned in the letter?”

What Vivien was referring to was the matter of refining Divine Artifacts using mythical organs.

Vivien knew this was a sensitive topic. Her teacher had always strongly opposed the use of mythical blood in creating Divine Artifacts.

But this time, Lan didn’t refuse.

“I agree.”

Vivien’s eyes widened in surprise. “Really?”

Lan nodded gravely: “That mythical monster is becoming increasingly rampant. We need strength to suppress him in order to protect all of Yinsai.”

“I will personally refine the Divine Artifact for you. If all goes well, it will possess powerful fourth-level strength.”

“But the power of Divine Artifacts is like a double-edged sword. I hope you can use it cautiously and not become addicted to it.”

“A priest’s strongest power is the power that truly belongs to oneself.”

Vivien nodded solemnly: “Teacher, I understand.”

As Lan spoke, he brought up another matter.

“You mentioned in your letter that you’re sending the other mythical organ for my experiments on mythical bodies.”

A glimmer of excitement flashed in Lan’s eyes. “Your gift couldn’t have come at a better moment.”

Vivien was stunned for a moment, then her expression changed immediately.

She asked excitedly: “Has teacher had some ideas?”

Lan didn’t fully explain: “I have an idea, but it’s just an idea.”

“Another… conception of the mythical path.”

Vivien leaned in, her curiosity piqued. “What conception?”

Vivien was also eager to know, not only to deal with the Little Person in the Bottle, Anhofus, but also because this was the desire and expectation of every Ability user for the power of the mythical path.

Lan continued: “From the mythical body of the Little Person in the Bottle, Anhofus, we can see that one path of the Wisdom Ability’s mythical road is to plunder others’ mythical blood through special methods.”

“But this method will suffer backlash. The Little Person in the Bottle found a way to resolve this backlash, a method we currently don’t know and are still exploring and searching for.”

At this point, Lan paused, his expression darkening.

“However, I cannot condone this method,” Lan said firmly. “Obtaining mythical blood through plunder and murder… it’s not a path I’m willing to tread.”

Vivien: “So teacher wants to find another method?”

Lan smiled: “That’s right, I’ve always been thinking about finding another way.”

“Recently, I’ve been combining the exploration of the Art of God’s Grace, the Secret Art of Immortality, demons, ghost bodies, and a series of secret techniques and intelligent life forms.”

“Most importantly, I saw records of the reincarnation of the Ruhe giants in ancient documents, and suddenly had an inspiration.”

“Since mythical blood can only be born in the derivation of life, what if we transform ourselves into a special form, undergoing rebirth or reincarnation every period of time, wouldn’t we be able to continuously increase our own mythical blood?”

“With each rebirth or reincarnation, we can control the maximum extent of deriving mythical blood, then digest this excess mythical blood during growth, constantly increasing our own power.”

Lan’s eyes shone with excitement as he concluded, “And thus, step by step, we would approach the mythical form.”

After listening, Vivien was excited: “If so, we wouldn’t have to learn from that demon at all, walking his evil path.”

“We can forge our own path, becoming the myths we want to be.”

Lan: “But a conception is just a conception. It still needs to be proven through experiments to see if it can succeed.”

“However, the mythical organ you sent has been of great help.”

Vivien: “Teacher, you are the Sage, the smartest and greatest person in this world.”

“I believe you can definitely do it.”

Lan laughed heartily: “The smartest and greatest person, you’re exaggerating too much.”

Vivien stayed on the Island of Mist for a while, waiting for the birth of the Divine Artifact.

Her sister Anli returned after escorting her and the mythical organ to the Island of Mist, as someone needed to guard God-Descended City.

The Sage of Truth, Lan, stayed in the ritual workshop for nearly half a month.

Suddenly, a strange mental field pulsed outward from the seaside ritual workshop. In its wake, stones of all sizes began to rise, defying gravity as they hung suspended in the air.

Vivien and a group of tutors from the Temple of Truth immediately rushed to the ritual workshop upon sensing the disturbance.

“This is a mental field.”

“The power of divine grace.”

“But it feels… different from the Sage’s power?”

Lan had finally used the secret technique passed down by his teacher Sandean to create a Divine Artifact from the mythical organ.

This was an extremely powerful Divine Artifact, emitting a strong field ability as soon as it appeared.

Lan didn’t come out, but his voice came from inside the ritual workshop.

“Vivien,” he called. “Enter.”

Vivien immediately responded and walked inside.

In the spacious ritual workshop, Lan was carefully holding an object.

It was an eye, an eye emitting silver light.

“This organ is condensed from the mythical blood of the Little Person in the Bottle, Anhofus. To remove this demon’s imprint, I added some impurities, making its power less pure and the divine technique imprint more complex.”

“But this makes it easier for you to control and removes hidden dangers.”

Lan’s voice grew solemn as he continued, “With this, you now stand a chance against a fourth-level God’s Grace Priest. It’s not a guarantee, but it levels the playing field.”

Vivien took the eye, feeling her heart beat faster.

This was the power of fourth-level divine grace. Apart from God’s realm and the Little Person in the Bottle’s side, there was no stronger Divine Artifact in all of Yinsai.

“Teacher, does it have a name?”

Lan thought for a moment: “Let’s call it the Eye of True Knowledge!”

The moment it was born and given a name, a new inscription automatically appeared on the Divine Cup in the dream realm.

【Divine Artifact: Eye of True Knowledge】

【Sequence Number 6】

【Ability 1: This is a Divine Artifact created from all the power of a God’s Grace Priest. It possesses a power field that can penetrate and annihilate ordinary divine techniques of the third level and below.】

【Ability 2: It has the power to form contracts with ghost bodies, and then summon them as puppets when needed.】

【Ability 3: It has the power to nourish and cultivate ghost bodies, allowing ordinary ghost bodies to gradually advance to stronger forms.】

Vivien hadn’t become a fourth-level God’s Grace Priest, but she now possessed the power of fourth-level divine grace.