From Secret Clan to the Divine Dynasty - Chapter 12 - Chapter 12: Chapter 11: The Descent of the Spirit Realm

Chapter 12: Chapter 11: The Descent of the Spirit Realm

Spirit Realm.

That was a strange world within the endless universe, gathering an immense amount of spirituality.

The boundary between the material world and the Spirit Realm was the offspring of reason and passion—dreams.

Intelligent life could use dreams as a bridge to enter the scope of the Spirit Realm with their consciousness.

The entire structure of the Spirit Realm essentially consisted of two parts: the Spirit Realm Ocean that occupied a vast area and the numerous “islands” formed from the subconscious of intelligent beings throughout history.

Karl’s consciousness had already sneaked into the Spirit Realm, still taking the form of a black cross of light, floating in the high skies of the Spirit Realm.

There was no absolute concept of up or down in the Spirit Realm; below Karl was the boundless, nearly transparent Spirit Realm Ocean, and above was the raging waves of the same ocean.

The numerous islands looked like a spread of chess pieces across the board when viewed from above.

“According to the knowledge obtained from memory, the mere act of my entering here is enough to keep the gates of the Spirit Realm open to the Claud World.”

The material world inhabited by intelligent life had an intrinsic attraction to the Spirit Realm, which could only eternally exist as their spirituality was transmitted there through dreams.

Karl took a deep breath, and deep within his heart, there was an inextinguishable sense of excitement.

The world that was purely about swords and magic was about to be gradually tainted with other hues by his acting as an unruly “Evil God.”

Next, he was to imprint “Spiritual Laws” and construct the God Pantheon stairway.

Numerous “constellations” suddenly appeared in Karl’s vision.

The group of stars gleamed brilliantly, each shining in different magnitudes, adorning the infinitely wide firmament.

They were the various Extraordinary laws contained within the Spirit Realm; each Extraordinary law, once formed, could scarcely change, as the entire foundation of the corresponding world would collapse.

Extraordinary laws would become ever more robust, and Karl could not change the existing ones, yet he had the ability to add new Spiritual Laws.

He detached the spirituality of “Blazing Coral” from the depths of his soul and found the constellation that symbolized Claud World’s Extraordinary laws.

The invisible will brought the spiritual trait of “Blazing Coral” down to one of the empty stars.

The insides lit up with the shadow of flames!

In the gold-red fire, there was a man holding a blade, with a body full of scars, and from his cold eyes, black and red blood kept streaming.

He created the first stairway on the Claud World’s God Pantheon stairway,

“Path of Conquest.”

He also received a portion of the “Spiritual Radiance” of the 1st Rank of “Path of Conquest.”

All he had to do was bestow this “Spiritual Radiance,” and he could instantly promote an ordinary person to the 1st Rank of Consecution of the “Path of Conquest.”

The Power of Consecution was “Gladiator”!

The Gladiator had three Extraordinary traits, the first being “body fortification,” a balanced enhancement of physical attributes so that even an ordinary person could become as strong as the mightiest human once they received the power of a Gladiator.

The second was “Weapon Proficiency,” allowing the Gladiator to instantly grasp the usage of weapons. Even those they had never touched or seen before could be mastered, gaining the skill and experience to wield them.

The third was “Fight to the Death,” in which the Gladiator’s reaction speed increased the more severe the injury, with body functions barely declining due to the wounds.

Karl gazed at the shadow of fire within the star— the blood-tear figure with the weapon in hand remained for a long time.

“From now on, in Claud World, anyone needs only to use ‘Blazing Coral’ as the primary material, along with suitable auxiliary substances to create the ‘Gladiator’s’ upgrade magic potion.”

Consciousness returned to the material world, and only a brief moment had passed.

After contemplating for a moment, Karl eventually gave the “Spiritual Radiance” to Lucius.

He was the only adult in the Fischer family, battle-hardened, with extremely rich combat experience, capable of maximizing the power of the “Gladiator.”

Lucius suddenly felt a unique power surging within him!

“Great Lord of the Lost! I praise everything about You! Thank you for Your blessing!”

He instantly received information about the “Gladiator” in his mind, and his body and limbs felt significantly stronger, his senses much sharper.

Overall, his physical fitness had completely surpassed the level of ordinary humans!

If he were to fight that burly bandit again, his strength would certainly not be inferior to his opponent’s.

Lucius rose respectfully, bowed, and walked over to pick up a vase from a nearby table, memories of practicing with a vase as a weapon for years unexpectedly surfacing in his mind.

“What a miraculous ability, is this the true Extraordinary power?”

Beyond that, the Spiritual Power contained within his soul also received a modest guaranteed boost.

Lucius was tremendously excited, and Irene also took a deep breath.

She knelt devoutly before the black cross glowing inside the transparent bottle, immense admiration surging within her once again.

The Fischer family will forever be grateful to the great Lord of the Lost!

My Lord!

How magnificent!

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Many people in the Claud World had collective dreams of a very unusual world.

It was a snowy woodland with towering forests that blocked out the sky completely. Looking around, the ground was covered with leaves turned to white ash.

The burnt-out ashes formed tall trees reaching dozens of meters high, blocking the vast expanse of pure white sky above.

There were no constellations or sun in the sky, nothing at all.

Those who intruded into this place took a long time to find their way out.

Upon waking, many felt an inexplicable intense fear.

The world behind that woodland seemed to be an unprecedented new realm, with that strange place holding immense dangers and opportunities alike.

The Extraordinary Exponents who dreamed of it felt an even stronger sensation, and countless individuals even perceived a black cross glowing in the deepest part of the sky, instinctively bowing their heads, not daring to look directly at It.

What exactly were those dreams and the things shown within them?

The people of the present world do not yet know.

In the very center of the Lorne Empire on the Ouden Continent, within the great cathedral of the Salvation Church.

An old man in a white robe knelt before the magnificent statue of the Light of Salvation, dozens of meters tall, with his eyes tightly shut and hands clasped together.

He had received an oracle from the Light of Salvation, seeing a prophecy about the future of the world.

The Pope saw a future where time, space, and physics were in chaos—tracts of land sinking one after another, everything collapsing and crumbling in the destructive Spirituality, heralding a complete end.

Endless lava and solid ice fell from the sky simultaneously, the brilliance of civilizations extinguished one by one, until the entire world was left with nothing but tranquility and silence.

In the end, he slowly opened his eyes.

“The end, the most crucial element for the end of the world has arrived.”

“It has taken on the form of the Lord of the Lost, and has already bred an exceedingly evil faith in the east of the Ouden Continent.”

The purple-robed bishop behind him looked towards His Holiness the Pope, waiting for his subsequent directive.

“Go, deliver a message to all the kings.”

The Pope’s voice was old yet firm, leaving no room for doubt.

“Any person on the continent, humans, sub-humans, or even foreign race—as long as they find heretics in the east who worship that Lord of the Lost and strangle the emerging evil in its cradle, can become a saint of the Salvation Church.”

“A saint?”

The bishop showed an incredulous look, hardly believing what he was hearing; the number of “saints” throughout the thousands of years of long history of the Salvation Church was incredibly few!

The Pope continued, “Yes, that person will receive a thread of Divine Power from the Light of Salvation!”

In that moment, the bishop thought the Pope had gone mad, deciding on such a measure; the Divine Power bestowed by the Light of Salvation could change the world’s structure, so precious it was!

Yet, the Pope took a deep breath as if he aged a dozen years in a moment and said:

“Any hesitation you show is an act of irreverence, and you should repent. Carry out my command immediately.”

His next words left the bishop stunned, his mind blank.

“You must understand that it is not a command from my heart, but an oracle directly issued by the Light of Salvation itself!”

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