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Chapter 139: The Samo Familyʼs Secret of Immortality

In the Sun Cup Flower Sea of the God-Given Land, little spirits cradled their dream eggs as they flew towards the heights.

Before they could enter the Spirit Country, the sun cast its rays upon them.

Within the light, various divine technique imprints were available for their choosing.

“I want to become a silver spirit,” one spirit declared. “I love shiny silver, just like the moon.” With that, it embraced a silver rune imprint and rolled into the Spirit Country, its dream egg in tow.

“I’ll become a sugar, noodle, and mist spirit,” others demanded more. Of course, this also depended on their innate talents. The more dream myth blood they possessed, the more divine technique imprints they could naturally accommodate.

“I want to be a fire spirit. My dream realm will be the warmest, never cold,” proclaimed a spirit holding a lantern.

The birth of new divine technique imprints also gave rise to a batch of new greater spirits.

Most of these spirits chose the newly born divine technique imprints from the Divine Cup. They preferred fresh and trendy things, as these were more popular.

At this moment, Yin Shen was reading a book in the spirit library. A few little spirits huddled in the corner, secretly observing Him but not daring to approach.

God’s messenger, Hila, stood beside God, tilting her body to look out the window at the changing Spirit Country.
Her face beamed with happiness as she eagerly watched the little spirits.

If God weren’t by her side, she would have gone to congratulate them and joined in their playful frolicking.

As new dream eggs merged into the Spirit Country, they immediately carved out large new territories on its outskirts.

Hila could barely contain her excitement, her shoulders quivering with anticipation.

Finally, she spoke in a soft voice.

“God!” Hila exclaimed. “Let’s go see them! The newly created dream realms are truly fascinating.”

Yin Shen finally set down the silk manuscript: “Let’s go take a look.”

Hila’s eyes sparkled with joy: “Yes! Alright!”

As God released the silk scroll, it spiraled gracefully through the air towards the intricate grid on the wall.

Then, it slipped into one of the cells dozens of meters high.

The two walked out of the tower-like building and boarded a small boat on the river, drifting with the current towards the distance.

Among these newly born dream realms in the Spirit Country, some were a sea of silver, reflecting the moon’s radiance.

Others blazed with enormous bonfires. In the quiet, one could hear the crackling of sparks, creating an atmosphere both warm and festive.

A group of spirits gathered around the bonfire, singing and dancing hand in hand.

Hila was pulled in by the spirits, their joyous laughter blending together.

Holding hands with the little spirits, Hila turned her smiling face back towards God.

Yin Shen stood quietly near the bonfire, watching them.

Some dream realms were particularly interesting. Sugar formed into giant cotton candy clouds floating in the sky, noodles cascaded down as waterfalls from great heights, and mist rose from lakes.

The spirit of this dream egg was surely one full of imagination.

Its dream realm attracted even more spirits.

Looking up, one could see little spirits floating in the air, chasing after the cotton candy clouds to eat.

“So sweet!”

“Mmm! Delicious!”

In the Spirit Country, each spirit had its own dream realm, and the entire Spirit Country was a nation pieced together from all the spirits’ dream realms.

However, the spirits didn’t have a strong sense of territory. Sometimes, while playing, they couldn’t even find their own homes.

So here, it was rare to see spirits guarding their own territories.

Most of the things in these realms came from the Trilobite Men’s sacrifices.

Each time a sacrifice was made, invoking a spirit’s true name and summoning a dream egg, it opened a channel to the dream world.

Although the spirits would return these things to the priests, they would also keep a portion in their own dream realms to perfect and strengthen them.

This was the foundation and source of the Spirit Country’s expansion.

In this grand spirit ritual, the Spirit Country gained many changes and interesting new features.

At the same time, it also represented Yin Shen fully opening the path of third-level priests.

Hila watched the growing and improving Spirit Country, along with the various miraculous powers of the deities.

“The era of third-level power has arrived.”

“When will the fourth level come?” she mused to herself expectantly.

Meanwhile, on the other side.

On the Island of Mist, at the Temple of Truth.

Haru’s newly rebuilt ritual workshop on the cliff received a visitor at dusk.

A young student, new to the Temple of Truth this year, knocked on the door of Haru’s ritual workshop. He waited quietly outside, knowing that at this hour, only Haru would be inside.

This was precisely why the visitor had chosen this moment to come.

The door opened, and the tall Haru looked down at the visitor, who was more than a head shorter than him.

Before Haru could speak, the visitor bowed respectfully and said.

“Lord Haru!”

“I hope you can accept me as your student.”

All entrants to the Temple of Truth called themselves students, and they could call every graduate scholar who stayed a teacher.

But those who could truly be called a teacher-student relationship were not so simple.

A true student and teacher should be like Stan Tito and Sandean, or Sandean and Haru.

This was also called inheritance.

And the visitor clearly wanted to become this kind of student.

Haru looked the visitor over and said with a smile.

“I do have a few students, but they are not merely my students. They are also Spirit Realm priests qualified to enter my ritual workshop as assistants.”

“You must be a student who just entered this year, right?”

“As a beginner who hasn’t even completed the basics, how could you help me in my workshop?”

“You should first complete the Mind Priest curriculum. Come back after you become a Spirit Realm priest!”

These words were a clear rejection.

The student, maintaining his politeness, took out something carefully wrapped in cloth from under his robe.

“This is a gift for you.”

Haru found this amusing. He was Sandean’s student, a priest who had grown up in the Sky Temple since childhood.

In his youth, he was surrounded by lofty nobles, and in his adolescence and adulthood, he was among the most talented priest prodigies. With such a background, there was little he hadn’t seen.

“I won’t accept your gift, nor will I take on students because of such things.”

“Didn’t you hear the Sage of Truth’s first lesson? A person’s greatest strength is their wisdom.”

“That’s how I choose my students too. You must possess wisdom beyond the ordinary and unique ideas.”

He couldn’t help but chuckle. “And not,” he continued with a hint of disapproval, “try to win me over with gifts.”

The student kept his head low, holding up the cloth package.

He persisted: “Lord Haru, please open it and see.”

“If you just take a look, I’ll leave immediately and never bother you again.”

Haru hesitated for a moment, then took it.

He unwrapped the package, revealing a set of interlocked bone plates. Their design clearly indicated they were not from the era of the Henir dynasty.

On the first bone plate, a line of text was clearly engraved.

“The Secret Art of Immortality”

Haru was stunned. Even with his vast knowledge, his expression changed instantly.

What could be called the Secret Art of Immortality other than the blasphemous technique once used by the royal bloodline of the Samo family?

He quickly turned his head, his gaze intense as he looked at the student before him.

“Who are you?”

The young man stood up, his gaze calmly meeting Haru’s. Only then did Haru notice the visitor’s unusually composed demeanor, almost regal in nature.

“Lord Haru.”

“My name is Anhofus.”

It meant a child born in the dark river.

Or in other words, a son of the Anho capital.