Dawn broke, and morning on the sea ca earlier than on the mainland. Two voluptuous won served Cantona as he got up, eyes full of awe. Cantona accepted everything expressionlessly, for if he showed any discontent, the two won would be thrown into the sea to feed the fish that very day.
This was Tolda Island, where the Death Church had inford him to be. After completing the task of the Soul Coffin, Cantona was summoned by the elder of the Death Church to inquire about the situation regarding the Soul Coffin. Following his teacher’s instructions, Cantona recounted his dreams and how he broke through illusions to return to the sea, narrowly escaping the pursuit of the Nether God’s Court.
In this account, truth and falsehood were intertwined. Cantona had already been prepared to die but was instead promoted to beco the Fate in the Death Church. From the information he knew, the Death Church didn’t have a Pope and was led by a council of elders. Below them were high positions like Grand Fate, Fate, and Deacon. Fate was already a pretty high rank in the church. His next task was to preside over the rekindling of the deathfire ceremony on Tolda Island, alongside his Death Deacon Romil.
The environnt of Tolda Island was extraordinarily beautiful, with lush vegetation. The island’s edge was shallow water, flowing slowly, with crystalline green seawater that was stunningly beautiful. There were sea huts at the shore, and you could often see so fish swimming back and forth.
There were more than five thousand people on the island, all indigenous inhabitants with a fierce character. The island’s leader, Maha Maha, was also a Deacon of the Death Church. In about ten days, he would preside over the rekindling of the deathfire ceremony. Yet, he knew nothing of the ceremony’s content or purpose—only that he, as Fate, needed to host it. Romil and Maha Maha were handling everything else. In na, he was the highest leader there, but in reality, it was as if he were a figurehead. If he wanted to leave, Romil and Maha Maha wouldn’t stop him. A ship and entourage would be provided, with adequate respect given. However, they knew nothing about the ceremony’s content either. The two were only responsible for the preliminary preparations—the altar for the ceremony and the required sacrifices. Maha Maha was in charge of leading the tribe to build the altar, while Romil prepared the offerings.
Tolda Island was the southernmost large island in the Shadowy Sea Area’s archipelago. Cantona had gone out several tis; staying on the island all the ti drove him crazy. He had no interest in any intimate interactions with the island’s won and would rather go outside for drinks or gather information to gain indirect insights into the goings-on. However, he gained no fruitful insights.
Throughout the process, he could leave at any ti. No one from the Death Church was tailing him—or at least not that he noticed—though the church’s presence on this archipelago was incredibly strong. Regarding the ceremony, he always felt sothing was amiss. Did the Death Church trust him too much?
In the Soul Coffin operation, surrounded by the pursuit of the Nether God Church, he was the only one who ca back alive. The content of the Soul Coffin seed rather unfounded, yet the other party believed it so easily and even promoted him. In his life experiences, there was rarely any good when things seed too easy. Return to the Nether God’s Court?
Truth be told, he did want to, but considering his understanding of his teacher, his actions would be completely deed as desertion. Fear of death would truly lead to death.
Staying made him feel that good days were numbered, leaving him a bit unwilling. He had seen the altar under construction—it was ant for the ceremony. The rekindling of the deathfire ceremony should be related to the revival of the Death God. However, he didn’t know how to host such a ceremony. It seed likely that arrangents would be made at the ti. But what if they planned to sacrifice him alive?
Not that he gained nothing. In a place rampant with information brokers, his status as a Fate of the Death Church carried significance, and in the Shadowy Sea Area, anything could be bought with money. He bought two pieces of information—one about the Wish Book. It seed like this information broker had sold it to many, though still to a relatively small group. The other was the fake Original Embryo that Mr. Libra wanted. Mr. Libra was a very composed person and probably ca from a respectable and deeply rooted family, with high cultivation himself. Amongst many relations, the Round Table Conference, though seemingly the most distant, felt the most reassuring to him.
He actually wanted to consult Mr. Cancer about the rekindling of the deathfire ceremony but ultimately decided against it. On one hand, it would expose too much; on the other... he felt he would be categorically refused.
Tolda Island was very hot, much hotter than the Black teor Empire, with frequent typhoons. The won here had good figures but were quite dark-skinned. The ones found for him were probably the best-looking on the island. It’s tradition here to leave heirs, but once the light goes out, it’s like they turn invisible. Cantona just couldn’t do it. He could only pass the bla onto the Death God, claiming to maintain piety before the ceremony—abstaining from desires.
The two won wrapped a cloth around their lower bodies and were bare-chested as they approached Cantona with a mixture of respect and fear.
"Tell Maha Maha that I will be preparing for the ceremony in the coming days. You don’t need to co, to avoid disturbing my ditation," Cantona said calmly.
The two won hurriedly prostrated on the ground, bowing respectfully, with a hint of longing and wistfulness in their eyes.
Cantona didn’t pay attention to these. The island’s residents were as fierce as they were described, but so genuinely simple. In such places, the power of the church quickly took form. Of course, the original force ford by the natives’ beliefs isn’t strong, and the major churches don’t consider it significant. But to ancient gods, it is what they need to awaken. What worried Cantona about hosting such a ceremony was the high probability of being noticed by a Deity. He...
In distant Hedan, Simmons was to report to the royal city’s imperial guard that morning. He was the deputy captain of the ninth detachnt, with Holman as captain. This position ant he, a noble, had obtained real power, and the ninth detachnt of the imperial guard was considered a cradle for the kingdom’s future commanders, thereby making it trusted by the King. Hokele valued the George Family highly. The family bore great trials for the kingdom, with Old George sacrificing himself for the nation. They had to give Simmons justice, especially since he was so outstanding.
Among the deputy captains, Simmons ranked first and was the most dazzling among Hedan’s young generation. The entire George family rode on a wave of success, returning to their forr glory. Yet Simmons knew that none of it was sothing he fought for—it was all bought by his grandfather’s years of endurance and life. To beco a competent clan leader, he still had a long way to go.
The information about the fake Original Embryo that Cantona provided was indeed related to the Song of Hell, but it was sothing no creator could manufacture, even if he were a Great Angel. Such secret items fundantally resembled the Original Embryo and were definitely intertwined with authority and law. Without a Deity’s power, one couldn’t address it. However, the creator’s ability was to replicate, so perhaps the large number of fake Original Embryos were linked to him.
Through conversations with Mr. Taurus, he acquired a lot of useful information. The appearance of fake Original Embryos was related to disputes over authority among Deities, and the matter was incredibly complex.
After knowing, Simmons’s heart sank. He wished to avenge Rock, but how could he do so now? He was rely a Knight of Three Lives.
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