Free Web NovelStepping into the uniquely shaped white marble building, the holy relics stored in soul urns in the hands of the Miracle Order elders began to vibrate violently, as if summoned by something, bursting forth with radiance.
As the four elders, holding their soul urns, walked to the four corners, dazzling golden light illuminated the entire space.
Although the interior of the building was not particularly large, it was empty except for four walls as smooth as mirrors. Even with five people inside, it still felt spacious.
Fang Ji, holding the soul urn containing the heart holy relic, came to the center of the building, looked around, and then his gaze fixed on the ground beneath his feet, his brows slightly furrowed.
Only after entering the building did he discover that one side of this cube-shaped structure was completely black.
Right beneath his feet, it was dark and deep, like a murky, bottomless pool of water.
Although he couldn't see the situation at the "bottom of the pool," Fang Ji could sense that the First Generation Miracle Saint was slumbering within this "pool of water."
Beneath the ground, there was a vast space that even Spiritual Energy could hardly detect.
Perhaps, in a sense, that was the First Generation Miracle Saint's true resting place.
Is it finally starting? Fang Ji thought.
Just then, the low, song-like chanting of the Miracle Order members drifted into his ears.
"The soul originating in the phantom, His existence is proof of the miracle.
He brought gold, covering the land.
He brought swords, ending wars.
Cattle and sheep filled the fields, food was inexhaustible, and sweet wine flowed like rivers..."
The time had come.
Fang Ji knelt on one knee, slowly opened the soul urn, and with a devout expression, took out the holy relic with both hands and placed it on the ground.
The moment it touched the dark and deep ground, the withered and weathered heart quickly became vibrant, as if absorbing nutrients from the "pool of water," and then... it began to beat.
"Thump, thump-thump, thump-thump—!"
The heartbeats, like drumbeats, grew stronger and stronger. The mirror-like black ground seemed to truly turn into liquid, rippling in layers, gleaming with a metallic luster, like mercury.
Immediately after, the four Miracle Order elders followed Fang Ji's example, opened their soul urns, took out their holy relics, and placed them on the ground.
The next moment, the five holy relics slowly sank into the ground together.
Sinking deeper and deeper, illuminating the seemingly non-existent, bottomless vast space beneath the ground.
Faintly, a tiny, golden humanoid outline could be seen at the very bottom of the "pool," rising towards the surface amidst densely boiling and surging bubbles.
Gazing at the figure, Fang Ji's eyes deepened, and he fell into contemplation.
When he was on the verge of death, he accepted the gift of the equally dying Miracle Saint, and her authority merged with his, making him her "substitute for death." At the same time, he also obtained something called the miracle flower.
The miracle flower entered his body and quickly bloomed into his own miracle flower, and at the same time, it released a vast amount of knowledge accumulated by previous Miracle Saints into his mind.
This was a ritual completed by leveraging the phenomenon where the remnant souls of high-level Psychic are highly likely to reside in items they carried for a long time after their death.
The difference was that the remnant souls of ordinary Psychic resided in objects, while the remnant souls of successive Miracle Saints resided in the miracle flower through a special method.
This was also somewhat similar to how a few Demoness Seed urban legend, when on the verge of falling, would condense all their Spiritual Energy into the core of the urban legend body, and through a process similar to production, give birth to a special urban legend body core—the witchs egg.
When they descended back into the world from the urban legend legends, they would find the witchs egg they left behind and could recover to peak strength in a very short time.
And for some reason, the remnant souls residing within the miracle flower no longer had self-awareness, leaving only empty shells storing knowledge.
It was like a super-large Spiritual Energy cloud database.
Among that knowledge were the Miracle Order's unique Spells, Body Techniques, Alchemy, and rich and fragmented scholarship.
Passing knowledge to the next generation of Miracle Saints seemed to be the secret to the Miracle Order's enduring prosperity, and even its resurgence after being annihilated, with the birth of the next generation of Miracle Saints within ten days.
This was like playing a game where most players start a new character from scratch, while each Miracle Saint directly starts with a max-level character with top-tier equipment. As long as they are familiar with the game rules, they can quickly dominate.
However, in the past, most Miracle Saints, after acquiring knowledge from the miracle flower, would become obsessed with the magical Spells or the subtle Body Techniques, and few would study the scholarship.
That scholarship was too fragmented and complex, and some content might seem useful, such as specific information about a powerful urban legend or internal secrets of a certain Spiritual Energy organization...
But this information was time-sensitive; as time passed, urban legend would advance, organizations would perish, and originally useful knowledge would become misleading traps.
Trying to find useful things from that knowledge was like searching for valuable items in a huge junkyard.
Therefore, even knowing that treasures were buried in this "junkyard," successive Miracle Saints were unwilling to spend a lot of time doing things that did not substantially improve their strength in the short term, and even if they did, they would give up halfway.
As for Alchemy... probably only a very few Miracle Saints with crazy tendencies would study it; anyone with a shred of sanity would steer clear.
After all, the Alchemy passed down by the Miracle Order, like most high-level Alchemy circulating today, not only had side effects such as extreme poison, Spells, and violent explosions when refining failed, but also required a special material that most high-level Alchemy did not—miracle.
Fang Ji had also dabbled in studying the Alchemy passed down by the Miracle Order, and then...
There was no then.
In Fang Ji's view, the Alchemy of the Miracle Order couldn't even be called Alchemy; it was simply throwing various high-level Alchemy materials haphazardly into an Alchemy cauldron for a chaotic stew, leaving whether an Alchemy potion could be produced, and whether it was the desired one, entirely up to miracle.
It was just like drawing cards in a pay-to-win mobile game: massive resources invested, with a guaranteed violent explosion as a baseline, randomly accompanied by rare effects like extreme poison, Spells, and corruption.
Aside from that extremely unreliable Alchemy, Fang Ji was initially very interested in the Spells and Body Techniques passed down by the Miracle Order.
Until the remaining will of the Miracle Saint, who had merged with him through an abnormal method, began to gradually influence his will...
That Miracle Saint was an absolute anomaly among previous Miracle Saints; she had little interest in Spells, Body Techniques, or Alchemy, but was obsessed with studying fragmented and complex knowledge to the point of madness. As a result, when she entered the Plague Tai Sui's restricted area to search for holy relics, she did not have enough strength to escape and was eventually corroded by the Plague Tai Sui's power.
And just before she fell due to the Plague Tai Sui's power, she also found secrets about the First Generation Holy Child from that knowledge.
In fact, among the previous Miracle Saints, some had realized that awakening the First Generation Miracle Saint was a huge conspiracy, and when the First Generation Miracle Saint awakened, they would almost inevitably become vessels to contain the First Generation Miracle Saint's consciousness. frёewebnoѵēl.com
But even if they realized this, they didn't know how to resist. At most, they could only try to resist being driven mad by the constant calls in their minds while controlling the holy relics to prevent them from entering Yumen Pass.
However, the Miracle Saint who merged with Fang Ji found the true solution—to make a wish to the First Generation Miracle Saint for Him to perish on His own.
In the memories of some Miracle Saints, there was a legend passed down orally within the Miracle Order.
According to the legend, before the First Generation Miracle Saint fell into slumber, He made an oath in the name of the miracle flower and His own authority: when He awakened and the miracle light once again spread across the land, He would turn the wishes of everyone under the miracle light into reality.
From the knowledge of the rare few Miracle Saints who successfully broke through the obstacles created by the Yumen Sand Sea lineage and entered Yumen Pass, it could be seen that it was by no means just a legend or a trap wrapped in lies.
There was even a Miracle Saint who made an extremely excessive wish—to make the First Generation Holy Child his subordinate and grant him absolute freedom—which was also realized.
What if the wish was even more audacious?
Could it also be realized?
If it failed, at worst, he would become a vessel for the First Generation Miracle Saint, and the Miracle Order would flourish again. Anyway, such things had happened more than once in history.
But if it succeeded, it would not only help him escape the fate of becoming a vessel for the First Generation Holy Child but also completely end all of this.
Many things in this world inherently involve both risk and benefit. Fang Ji felt it was worth a try.
If it really failed, ◈ Nоvеlіgһт ◈ (Continue reading) it wouldn't matter...
Aren't there still those two strange fellows, Disaster and Shen Baiwei? Fang Ji thought.
Individuals like Disaster and Shen Baiwei, who could snatch the miracle flower, had never appeared in the memories and knowledge of previous Miracle Saints.
Although it might just be a coincidence, they could also be the natural bane of the Miracle Order.
Perhaps the Miracle Order's several periods of prosperity in history, followed by sudden, comet-like rapid declines, were the doing of strange individuals like them.
"Boom—!"
As Fang Ji was contemplating, a loud bang erupted. Enveloped in dazzling golden light, the figure broke through the ground and soared into the sky.
Spiritual Energy surged, creating a terrifying storm, and tornado columns galloped.
Standing in the center of the storm, Fang Ji looked up at the figure gradually flying towards the sky, as if about to become the only star within Yumen Pass, waiting silently until a voice echoed in his mind.
He said, "Speak your wish..."
So, Fang Ji replied, "I seek no gold, no fine wine, no power, no full belly; I only wish for your demise!"
Then, he heard the response from the First Generation Miracle Saint.
He said, "As you wish!"
