“Am I dreaming…?”

“It’s so beautiful…”

“What kind of deity is this? How could they create it just by undergoing the Ritual of Prohibited Synchronization of Wind, Flower, Snow, and Moon?”

“Who are they, really!?”

Witnessing the birth of a deity, the sanctuary sorcerers were either excited, yearning, or dumbfounded. Even Igor, who vaguely knew the inside story, was struck silent, too astonished to react.

Compared to ordinary sanctuaries, the Specter Seer was undoubtedly more shaken. He was absolutely certain this was a deity that had never appeared before, meaning these four black-robed sorcerers had somehow used the Soul Divinity School to create a brand new, unknown deity through a Ritual Track whose success was uncertain!

Is this unprecedented?

Not entirely, as the Specter Seer knew of a few examples.

The problem is, the protagonists in those examples later became Divine Sovereigns.

And their stories, without exception, became myths!

These black-robed sorcerers are walking the path of myth!

The nightmare within the Golden Hall was equally dumbfounded.

The Nightmare Angel had left behind many contingency plans, even considering the possibility of the Into Dreams concept being hijacked. But it never considered the Into Dreams concept transforming into another deity! Although the Virtual Divinity was completed, the Into Dreams concept couldn’t be reclaimed, leaving the nightmare completely stumped, essentially crashing.

Ashe and the others stared blankly at the Foxling.

They weren’t affected by the deity’s pressure, but they hadn’t expected their desperate gamble to succeed.

The Foxling clutched the staff, looking at them with a timid expression, its five tails swaying nervously, its childish voice tinged with uncertainty and curiosity: “Are you… all my masters?”

Boom!

Suddenly, a loud noise erupted from the Dreaming Celestium, as the Specter Seer collided with the Starlit Miracle’s cage. He shouted at the sorcerers outside, “Keep them here! They can’t command the deity without spellforce! Hey, you damnable lastlings, unlock the Starlit Miracle, or no one will claim the deity!”

This revelation snapped the sanctuary sorcerers back to reality. Sorcerers often can’t command spirits beyond their level; even a three-winged sorcerer exhausting all their spellforce could only wield one percent of a Four-winged Spirit’s power, let alone these four black-robed sorcerers commanding a deity two levels above!

The sanctuary sorcerers outside quickly became greedy, closing in on Ashe and the others, even launching Miracle attacks from afar.

The Stars sanctuary within the Celestium anxiously contacted the Sovereign, afraid to act without permission to lift the Starlit Miracle.

The Specter Seer turned sharply, questioning the nightmare within the Golden Hall, “Devil, you didn’t give them any Source Crystals, did you?”

“No,” the nightmare instinctively replied, “All Source Crystals are under my control.”

“That’s good,” the Specter Seer sighed in relief, “Without Source Crystals, sanctuary sorcerers can’t possibly command… a deity!?”

Feeling the overwhelming wave of law from outside, the Specter Seer turned in disbelief, seeing the Foxling raising the staff high, poised to exercise divine authority!

“How is this possible!?”

The Specter Seer’s thoughts were indeed correct; the combined spellforce of Ashe and his companions was insufficient to unleash even a fraction of the deity’s power.

But who could have foreseen that Ashe, a three-wing sorcerer, could purchase Source Crystals at will from Aurora’s Sorcerer Handbook?

It was precisely because Ashe had revealed to Vesser and the others that he possessed Source Crystals that Vesser dared to devise this plan. Without Source Crystals to substitute for spellforce, their Godsmithing would be meaningless!

However, unlike the shocked outsiders, Ashe and his group were enveloped in silence.

In their eyes, whether it was the Dreaming Celestium or the sanctuary sorcerers gathering outside, the entire Distant Sky Domain seemed to have hit the pause button, frozen in place.

After the Foxling cast its spell, the world began to lose its colors.

Except for them and the Foxling, everything around was left in a gray weave of black and white, and the Distant Sky Domain became blurred and shaky, almost as if…

“A faded dream,” Vesser murmured. “This deity isn’t a faded dream, but its spellcasting effect makes dreams lose their color…”

“Just like the dream phantom is a sorcerer’s dream, the entire Distant Sky Domain… is someone else’s dream.”

Realizing this truth about the Virtual Realm, the group fell into silence, momentarily unable to react.

Ashe suddenly asked, “Do you remember that any sorcerer who reaches Ruby Mountain through a faded dream encounters an Angel at the summit?”

“Yes,” Deya nodded emphatically. “Sorcerers are even asked by the Angel to leave behind the first half of their Sorcerer’s Handbook.”

“Everyone thought the faded dream transported sorcerers to the summit of Ruby Mountain,” Ashe said. “But now it seems everyone was mistaken.”

“The faded dream actually allows sorcerers to exit the Angel’s dream.”

“It’s just that the Angel happens to be at the summit of Ruby Mountain, so that’s where the sorcerers appear.”

Sonya remarked, “The Distant Sky Domain is a dream, and the dream phantom is another dream. A dream within a dream… this design reminds me of the plot from ‘The Turin Doctor’ I watched a couple of years ago.”

Ashe took a deep breath and spoke with a light tone, “Alright, everyone, gather your thoughts and take one last look at the Distant Sky Domain.”

They gazed at the boundless domain, at the distant dream phantom, at the blurred figures of the Specter Seer, sanctuary sorcerers, and nightmare within the Dreaming Celestium…

Adventure, exploration, crisis, and encounters…

Ashe and Sonya undoubtedly felt the deepest connection; in the Sea of Knowledge, they left unnoticed; on the Time Continent, although they had prematurely sparked the Appointation War among the Six Nations, they were merely insignificant pawns within it.

No one knew them, no one paid attention to them.

Yet this time, whether they wanted it or not, they were destined to shake the Six Nations, make their mark in the Virtual Realm, and even draw the gaze of Demigods and Divine Sovereigns!

Their grand performance would become an enduring topic among sorcerers, perhaps even a new epic myth!

Mortals would aspire to be like them, sorcerers would learn from them, and Divine Sovereigns would watch them!

And now, they were about to step onto an even higher stage!

“And then,” Ashe looked at the Distant Sky Domain spreading like ink on water, “wake up.”

Ruby Mountain.

After hours of climbing, the contest for the Wishflux Inheritance had reached its final stage.

Mercury Trojan Horse lay in the Bloodfly Benediction, watching the other three legendary sorcerers ahead of her, her eyes filled with deep-seated venom.

How many geniuses are there in the world? Only now did Mercury Trojan Horse realize she had never been first; the other legendary sorcerers had anticipated the Divine Sovereign’s inevitable interference and even foresaw the Lord of Wishflux’s meddling, thus refraining from competing with her.

Now that the Lord of Wishflux’s influence had been dispelled and the Divine Sovereign no longer intervened, everyone was showing their true abilities in the competition. Even though Mercury Trojan Horse was giving it her all, were the others not doing the same?

She was now just ten steps away from the Heart of Wishes, but the leading legend was only five steps away. At this rate, she was bound to lose!

Ten steps-the chasm between victory and defeat!

Her expression wavered, but soon transformed into a cold determination.

She took a deep breath, ignoring the hindrance of the Bloodfly Benediction, and climbed with all her limbs, swiftly surpassing all competitors!

“Is she mad?”

“Courting death?”

“Wait, why is she unharmed!?”

Even though the Bloodfly Benediction enveloped her soul, Mercury Trojan Horse continued to climb forward. But as a consequence, adults over 25 and children under 10 within the Four Pillars Cult perished at a rate of ten thousand per second, dying silently and painfully, like stalks of wheat crushed by the wind.

But it was all worth it!

She overtook the leading legendary sorcerer, now only four steps away from the Heart of Wishes!

Three steps!

Two steps!

One step!

The Wishflux Inheritance is mine!-

Snap.

As Mercury Trojan Horse eagerly reached out, she only touched a leg.

A black-robed sorcerer suddenly appeared before her, blocking her path to the Heart of Wishes.

And because she touched his leg, the black-robed sorcerer reflexively kicked back.

Though the force was light, Mercury Trojan Horse, whose soul was already weakened, had no strength to resist and was sent tumbling down the mountain peak.

Only then did Mercury Trojan Horse see clearly that it wasn’t just one black-robed sorcerer on the peak, but four. And there was a Foxling with five tails perched on their shoulders. They surrounded the Heart of Wishes, ensuring that whichever path she took to climb up, she would be blocked.

She watched as one of the black-robed sorcerers bent down, effortlessly, leisurely, with ease, and grasped the Heart of Wishes she had been longing for.

Mercury Trojan Horse slowly closed her eyes, not even activating the tactile ability of the Trojan Horse Tower, allowing the Bloodfly Benediction to devour her soul completely, vanishing from Ruby Mountain.