Good news and bad news.

This round seems to be a classic hedge.

The good news is that the method to block the bizarre esoteric travel methods of the apostates has been completed. It can be activated at any time, and once activated, the entire Divine Country will become impenetrable, as if transforming earth into steel, with no chance for rabbits to dig holes anymore.

Moreover, besides this, the people at the Heavenly Eye Observation Hall have followed the traces of these crossings and are close to locating the position of the apostates' camp. Soon, they will completely dismantle the heart-wrenching issue of the Holy God.

The dawn of victory has appeared on the horizon, joyful indeed, truly a cause for celebration.

The bad news is... those dogs are brewing something big!

The spy who infiltrated and lurked within the enemy's forces managed to escape with their life to bring the impending bad news—those dogs seem ready to clash with the cult!

It's said that after reading the report in his hands and the evidence presented, the Pope remained silent for a long time. His trembling hands removed his glasses and asked unrelated people to leave, before ringing the Holy Spirit Bell.

Soon, all the Saints gathered, arriving at the Descent Hall.

The last arriving Saint was enveloped in intense light. That small figure walked nonchalantly past the waiting Saints and sat at the chief seat, the light gradually dissipating to reveal a slightly youthful face.

Wen Su.

She crossed her legs, resting them on the table, and glanced mockingly at the respectfully bowing Pope: "Wen Sheng really found a good dog, so dutiful."

The Pope, head bowed, replied calmly: "It is my honor."

His slightly aged face was full of sorrowful expressions etched in wrinkles, not angered like other Saints when she mentioned the Holy God's name with contempt and unfazed by mere mockery.

"Miss Wen, you are mistaken. Everyone here serves the Holy God, diligently and with all their heart. There is no need to distinguish between high and low, nobility and inferiority."

The plump man beside chuckled, yet the voice was so tender it was creepy, like that of a young girl.

"Heh—"

Wen Su sneered, flicked her fingers, and a violent force instantly erupted, crushing the giggling plump man into a meat paste: "Enough, clear out the nonsense, don't pollute my sight."

The plump Saint was nearly crushed to pieces but immediately afterwards, the flesh rapidly squirmed, mournful faces piecing together to reassemble completely.

Once more forming that affable round white face, not a hint of ferocity and madness could be seen.

Who could tell that the once-famed cannibal warlord Aikonzo would now turn into a Saint renowned for benevolence and good deeds?

"Miss Wen, don't be mistaken, the essence of the feast is profound; it may seem vulgar on the surface but holds its own mysteries," Aikonzo grinned, indifferent: "If there's a chance someday, would you like to understand it?"

Bang!

With a mighty bang, blood spurted.

Wen Su said coldly: "I already said, don't be an eyesore!"

On another side, Guang Wen from the Dragon Sacrifice Ceremony bore his chin watching the scene, smiling without a word. Some Saints wanted to speak but hesitated, others were seething, yet ultimately, it was the Pope who stood up and interrupted them.

"Everyone, perhaps it's best if you take a look at this..."

Speaking of which, someone brought out a glass cabinet, inside which countless pale threads intertwined and spread, covering the original contents, resembling mold, rapidly expanding.

And beneath the mycelium, one could faintly see slight rises and falls, as if it were breathing.

"What is this?"

Someone reached out, approaching as if to tap the glass, but was stopped by the Saint Guang Wen who presided over the Heavenly Eye Hall: "Don't touch."

A rare trace of solemnity and vigilance appeared on the previously playful face.

He said, "It's toxic."

Toxic.

In the brief silence, Guang Wen signaled with a wave of his hand, and immediately, the attendant angels carefully removed the seal, unveiling the thin veil above.

Without the disguise, the layer of strange mycelium became even more distinct. It became apparent there was a figure in agony, reaching out for help, frozen forever in place.

Snap—

Guang Wen clapped his hands.

As the crisp sound reverberated, the myriad threads within the cabinet suddenly wriggled and expanded, the previously vague human form instantly tearing apart. Countless mycelium twisted and wriggled, like a nest of serpents, frenetically surging towards the source of the sound, yet unable to breach the cabinet's barrier.

Masses of viscous flesh continually disintegrated into mycelium before reconstructing into chaotic forms, then rapidly decayed, disintegrating back into warm beds for the mycelium to sprout again.

For a moment, everyone in the hall was slightly taken aback, overwhelmed by a chilling sense of dread.

"What is this?" Aikonzo frowned.

"The Rebellion, oh, those heretics have been quietly preparing something these days, a kind of spiritual poison against all souls, to be precise, it's probably a weapon for slaughtering believers..."

Guang Wen slowly said: "An undercover agent sent by the Heavenly Eye Hall infiltrated the rebellion organization, following the camps' consolidation a few days ago, they sneaked into the heretics' craftsman's camp, and after risking their life to escape, they sent back internal information.

Unfortunately, before they could say much, they turned into this... infecting sixteen Main Priests along the way, everyone who was exposed must be purged, which has really increased our workload a lot."

"Blasphemy!!!"

The Guardian Saint in charge of the Department of Dogma was furious, his face flushed, unable to hold back his anger: "Indeed, as the oracle said, the demon from heaven, Ji Jue, is a grave threat to the Divine Country, it's hateful that we can't eliminate this vile creature sooner, and to allow him to collude with that shameless woman who should be banished to Border Prison, forming a formidable alliance..."

Bang!

Before he finished, his head exploded, crushed into pulp by Wen Su.

The girl's eyes were cold: "Who are you calling a shameless woman?"

"Miss Wen, how you and the Holy God have agreed is not my place to intervene, but since things have come to this, I hope you can temporarily restrain your anger, and according to the Holy God's instructions, after capturing her another day, everything will be left to you to handle."

The Pope intervened to stop the conversation, effortlessly erasing the damage caused by Wen Su with the scepter in his hand, forcibly steering the topic back on track: "The threat posed by the demon from heaven is something everyone is well aware of, are there any more intelligence and updates to add? Feel free to speak."

"Add?"

Wen Su sneered: "Last time when your Holy God went berserk, he got slashed by him and even got a mouthful of shit, does that count as intelligence? I'm not making this up, just ask your god."

The Pope remained silent, turning a deaf ear, and looked at Guang Wen.

Guang Wen's expression immediately became complicated.

To be precise, that subtle expression was as if he was the one who had been given a mouthful of shit.

"How should I put it, although that craftsman's reputation isn't really prominent, his background is tremendously scary, rich with connections in the Taiyi Ring, having close ties with both the former and current presidents, deeply rooted in the Federation, and he's even been involved in military-industrial competition... Other than that, in the Dragon Sacrifice Ceremony, at least two people might have indirectly died by his hands."

The achievements of the Heavenly Craftsmanship and others will be put aside, and the possibility of being chosen by heaven remains doubtful for now, but this guy truly is a jinx with the Dragon Sacrifice Ceremony...

Upon investigation, Guang Wen was a bit frightened himself.

Lawrence, the unlucky guy, needless to say, died in the Saint's workshop after inexplicably trying to use Ji Jue for his own wretched device, and instead, he became the sole inheritor of Fluid Alchemy.

During the events at Spring City, he got involved in a whole bunch of things, and in the end, President Adrian returned empty-handed, as Lu Changsheng and the Evil Cult's ten-year meticulous plan was completely ruined.

He's simply a walking disaster!

The key is, you being a disaster is one thing, but the Dragon Sacrifice Ceremony being inexplicably affected is truly odd!

Once could be a coincidence, twice might be happenstance, but for such things to happen three times, it seems far too uncanny, doesn't it? Other people feel this is oddly persuasive, yet in Taiyi to some extent, everyone tends to believe a bit in fate, they all strive to survive while adhering to the principle of believing more in its existence rather than its absence.

Honestly, if it weren't for the overwhelming closure of the dream-like dimension of the Yellow Beam, Guang Wen might have already picked up and left.

What does this mean?

This means taking precautions to prevent future troubles!

Alarmist words or the claims of a daft person, regardless, this intelligence sounds like a ghost story, leaving everyone on edge.

"After all, he's just a craftsman, isn't saying this overly exaggerated?" The Guardian Saint frowned.

"A single Ji Jue may well be insignificant, but this time, we really have netted a big fish." Guang Wen sighed and produced a few photos: "These were extracted from the residual consciousness of the undercover agent, that guy has already turned the entire camp into an armory, everyone is basically tied to the assembly line almost twenty-four seven... Besides, there's this old man."

In the photo, there's an old Deng reclining on a chair, yawning, with a lazy demeanor that leaves one baffled.

"What is this?"

"Perhaps someone even more threatening than Ji Jue."

Guang Wen said: "Yesterday, the Heavenly Eye Observation Hall has already figured out the means used by the other party to traverse the Yellow Beam dream-like dimension, and if I'm not mistaken, all traces correspond with the legendary work of Marvelous Alchemy—Rabbit Hole.

The fairy tale of a girl chasing a rabbit, crossing a narrow rabbit hole, and arriving in Wonderland—in itself is an allegory for the realm of the Gate of Eternity, experiencing the development and transformation of Marvelous Alchemy, being able to come and go in dreams is not surprising."

"...So what?"

In the silence, in the Descent Hall, Wen Su remained uninterested like an ancient god, and others looked bewildered, utterly confused by what he meant.

"..."

So, talking with you people is a bit exhausting, indeed.

Guang Wen covered his face, preferring not to beat around the bush any longer, and straightforwardly said: "Marvelous Alchemy has long since been lost! More than ten years ago, it was listed as severed inheritance by the Artisan Association.

According to historical records, the last person known to master Marvelous Alchemy was the master—Fan Qian, who mysteriously vanished after being expelled by the Taiyi Ring forty-one years ago!

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