The days for the captain of the Funeral Attendant are tough, but the members of the Round Table Conference still fare well. Taurus Cantona, who has recovered from the injuries of clearing the sect, is about to unlock his third Life Star. However, he isn't in a hurry, as each unlocking of a Life Star is preceded by omens, and such opportunities are precious beyond compare. The moment of unlocking a Life Star grants power, but it is not guaranteed and there's a risk of failure, permanently wasting an opportunity.

Just as Mr. Cancer said, each unlocking of a Life Star of the Divine Relic comes with a huge chance; seizing it is the benefit of the Divine Relic. If missed, it's for naught. The third Life Star represents "life longevity," which isn't simply about lifespan. To stably gain longevity and sustain stronger power usage later, one must obtain this Life Star; otherwise, one cannot support the subsequent understanding of the Divine Relic.

In the familiar Minas Tirith, Cantona disguised himself as a bearded merchant. His original maturity and decisiveness vanished, turning into a chubby appearance with a touch of vulgarity. He returned to acquire a magic potion that can stably obtain the longevity of the third Life Star. It's definitely risky to visit the territory of the Nether God's Court; his old friends surely aren't eager to see him.

Cantona ate hard bread, with the deafening din around him. The morning market was bustling, but in his ears, it was the sound of another world. Everything in this world requires power to maintain and realize.

At this moment, someone sat opposite Cantona. "My fearless brother, could you treat me to some venison?"

Cantona looked at the middle-aged man in a gray robe with a stiff expression, "Business is tough now, and I'm down on my luck. I'm afraid I can't afford it."

"You're truly guilt-ridden; why don't you just die?" The zombie-faced man in gray robes gave an eerie look.

"All mortals face death; wouldn't that be too easy for me?" Cantona ate unhurriedly.

The zombie-faced man forced a smile uglier than a cry, "Come with me."

Cantona nodded, and the zombie-faced man stood up. With a swap of his hat, they quickly disappeared into the crowd.

Withered Wood Monastery.

Estella had completed her morning lessons. The dawn lighted the Withered Wood Monastery, dispelling the mist and adding a touch of warmth to this ancient monastery. Chris was nowhere to be seen; she herself hailed from the Withered Wood Monastery and held a significant position within the ancient Holy Land.

Estella made a vow to the Holy Mother, pondering that the Twelve Zodiac Star Disc shouldn't be an artifact of the Earth Mother Goddess but seems more like one of the Supreme God. Otherwise, it wouldn't accommodate so many different beliefs.

Perhaps it's due to the conflict between the domains of the Earth Mother Goddess and the Nether God. Estella could feel that Mr. Taurus likely worships the Nether God. However, it's strange that she cannot perceive this from Mr. Gemini or Mr. Cancer. There is also the new Mr. Leo and the Mist Continent. She hadn't heard of or known that such a place existed—so miraculous.

Though turbulent inside, Estella's appearance was calm until Sister Alasha appeared. Seeing the nun's calm visage, Estella stuck out her tongue, "Master."

Sister Alasha gently shook her head, "Your heart is never at peace."

"Master, I was wrong." In front of Sister Alasha, Estella dared not pretend.

Sister Alasha smiled slightly, "This isn't about right or wrong. At your age, how could you be as calm as water."

"But Sister Jialan can do it, Master, you're biased!" Estella pouted.

"You, ah, Jialan is different from you. The paths you walk are different." Alasha gazed at Estella with loving eyes tinged with worry.

"Master, Sister Jialan and I are both Divine Favored; what's the difference?"

"Everyone's path and destiny are different. You are like this; Jialan is like this; Moncalleta is like this too," the nun said. "Today's lesson for you is in the Hall of All Lives. It can help you calm your mind. If you can do so, you can choose an item to take away from there."

"Ah, Master, really?" Estella exclaimed excitedly.

The dome of the Hall of All Lives is exactly like the Twelve Zodiac Star Disc. It's a large space filled with all sorts of strange items, some even sealed. Estella's curiosity was immense, but in the Hall of All Lives, she dared not act recklessly. As for the Twelve Zodiac Star Disc, it was a complete accident—who would have thought that prayers could cause it to move.

That's right, going to the Hall of All Lives to fulfill vows is truly fulfilling rewards. Even without fulfilling, there's a new reward already.

"Estella, every item in the Hall of All Lives carries a unique significance and power but also carries burdens. In using or inheriting the abilities, you also inherit the burdens, which you must understand," said Alasha.

"Master, I know. But if we don't go through anything in life, then why should we live?" Estella was fearless, as a Divine Favored, blessed by gods, there was nothing to fear.

"Don't be so confident just yet. You must first achieve a calm mind. Without that, there's nothing for you," the nun stated. "In this century, only six people from the entire monastery have been able to take something from the Hall of All Lives."

"Master, who are they? Are they formidable and special? Any famous people?" Estella asked like a curious baby. She had no choice but to act obedient in the Royal Palace. Her profession was a princess, but in the monastery, she returned to being Estella.

Alasha seemed to ponder, aged by her long years. Her memories held too many people and events. The warm dawn illuminating Alasha made Estella feel the wearing of too many years.

"I'm getting old, and memories are blurred. Off you go."

"Alright, Master, love you the most. I will succeed, and by then, you must help me choose one!" Estella held the nun's hand, employing her fail-proof charm technique. In this Withered Wood Monastery, it felt like only two people were vibrant—Jialan and herself, though the two often weren't in the monastery.

This secret was known to Estella. Though Jialan was also a disciple of the master, she wasn't like other nuns, staying here all the time. Occasionally, she would leave to see the world. Given her situation, wherever she went should cause a stir, but this happens inconsistently, with few detailed accounts.

This indicates that Jialan possesses a remarkably effective disguise method, which Estella desires. She was already dissatisfied with staying in the Royal Palace all the time.

...

In the distant Dragon Capital, Christian had already begun his most delightful time of day. He opened his beloved red notebook, with a biography of Luthor in the upper left corner of the desk and a steaming cup of black coffee on the right, with a slight layer of oil floating atop the coffee. However, Christian's attention was all on the diary.

"Long time no see. I felt the intense gaze of Miss Aries; indeed, distance breeds beauty."

"A bizarre newcomer arrived. Gemini stirred things up, and Leo followed suit, lowering the standards of the Round Table Conference. He should be called Leo Dog."

Writing this, Christian paused, amused by his own wit and humor.

"Mist Continent—it sounds a bit like a lost world. Their group speaks Hera Language very fluently, though there are nuances in the details. Taurus carries a sense of the Church, a mixture of Travel Group and Church. These make for quite a story. Miss Aries has the most pleasing voice; her Hera Language is the most poetic. Leo has a rustic touch, absolutely unbecoming of nobility. On the contrary, Gemini is a surprise. He speaks well, yet doesn't look the type to understand it."

"I should swiftly establish my dominant position at the Round Table Conference. Miss Aries has already begun to admire me. Actually, I prefer she maintains her independent character, not be enamored with my charm."

…

This world has too many people and gods setting rules, so I follow my own.

Knock, knock, knock…

The steward respectfully came in, "Young Master, the second lady of the Marking Family, the eldest lady of the Potter Family, and the fifth lady of the Phil Family would like to invite you for an afternoon hike."

Christian closed the notebook. Sunlight shone on his handsome face, making it feel… making it feel…

An indescribable sensation welled up within him, a feeling of losing something important. Suddenly, he realized the steward was still looking at him.

Christian slightly raised his forehead and casually waved his hand, "Tell them I'm busy."

"Yes, Young Master." The steward respectfully bowed his head, though there was a subtly strange smile on his lowered face.

The door closed again…

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