The chief priest of the Ice Temple, Lan En, took his students and hurriedly arrived at the Island of Mist by boat.
The light from the lighthouse fell, dispersing the fog and illusion.
Before the boat even stopped, he hurriedly jumped out of the boat and headed towards the Temple of Truth.
There was a group of people standing in front of them waiting to greet him, but he did not respond at all, but walked directly past them.
These people immediately surrounded Lan En and followed behind him.
“Lord Lan En.”
“Lord Lan En.”
Whether it is in the nine temples of Xiinsai, or in the Temple of Truth far away overseas, or in the eyes of all Xiinsai people.
The Food Priest Lan End deserves to be called a lord.
It can be seen that Lan En is very anxious at this moment. He walked into the castle and nodded to Elena, the knight of the Demon Abyss, who was standing at the door.
When he opened the door, he saw the dying teacher Sandian lying on the bed.
The Fire Demon's fire damage was secondary. The internal organs damaged by the final blow were more hopeless than the burns. Sandian was vomiting blood every day these days.
Lan En stopped in front of the door, then carefully closed the door and asked everyone to stay outside.
He looked at the powerful teacher in the past, the Sage of Truth who stood at the pinnacle of power in the world of Xiinsai, and found it difficult to accept that he looked so fragile now.
But what makes Lan even more unbelievable is that.
The teacher's eyes, which were always wise and exciting in the past, have now become dim and lifeless.
Haru has followed Sandian since he was a child. In a sense, he is his most important student, at least emotionally deeper than Lan En.
Sander'an heard the movement and turned his head to look over.
“Hmm~”
“It’s Lan En, you’re back.”
Lan En quickly stepped forward and sat on the edge of the bed.
"teacher!"
"how so?"
Sander'an looked at him with a smile, but his smile was extremely bitter.
“I always thought that I could convey the will and ideals of the saints to everyone.”
"did not expect."
“Those great principles that I say every day are not passed down even to my closest students.”
Haru's betrayal dealt a huge blow to Sandian.
It can even be said that it was a huge impact on his ideals and concepts, making him directly doubt whether the future he expected could really come.
He always thought that under the guidance of the saints’ will and ideals, the world would go in the best direction.
As long as they receive the influence of the saints’ will from an early age, everyone can become a pioneer of a better future.
However, it is not.
Lan En only knew that Haru injured his teacher and betrayed the Temple of Truth, but he didn't know what happened.
"teacher!"
“What happened?”
Sander was lying on the bed and looking at the ceiling: "We have obtained the secret of eternal life."
Lan En’s tone suddenly changed: “What?”
Sander'an nodded and closed his eyes slightly.
“That’s right!”
“We merged the secret of immortality and the magic of sealing together to create a new life, which Haru believes is the fourth level of power.”
“I created a stone demon and locked it underground.”
“And Haru turned himself into a fire demon, the monster that everyone saw in the end.”
Lan En asked: "Teacher! What do you want to do?"
Sander'an tilted his head slightly and looked at Lan En: "I want to see what the fourth level of power is like."
“Unfortunately, this path was wrong from the beginning.”
Sander'an felt a little regretful and kept talking about it.
“It shouldn’t be like this, it shouldn’t be like this.”
“That’s not the fourth level of power, Haru made a mistake.”
However, although he failed, he still found the reason for his failure and saw the light from the failure.
Sander'an took out a pair of forearm-long bone-scroll silk books from under the pillow and handed them to Lan En.
Lan En took it carefully and listened to the teacher slowly speaking.
“We have taken the wrong path from the beginning, and the secret method of immortality is not feasible.”
“What needs to be changed is the nature of the blood of myth.”
Lan En looked at the bone scroll silk book in his hand: "Teacher!"
“What do you want me to do?”
Sander'an nodded slightly: "Try the above method, you should be able to do it with your strength and wisdom."——
In the workshop of the Sage of Truth, Lan En led several students to conduct experiments according to the methods written in Sandan's bone scroll book.
Unlike before, this time the subject of their experiment was not a whole body, but an unimaginably tiny unit of mythical blood.
Sander'an's cursed pottery doll was placed on the table, but everyone was paying attention to the bottle beside it.
It fell into the bottle with only a little fluorescence.
Lan En even brought a magnifying glass newly manufactured by the Temple of Glass to observe the inside of the Mythic Blood, but unfortunately he saw nothing but light.
The small, faint fluorescence made a third-level cursed seal priest like him suddenly feel dizzy when he looked carefully.
He held the drawings on the silk book, his eyes full of shock.
Not only because of the secret techniques involving the blood of myth and the mysteries of power, but also because of the weird ideas of his own teacher.
“Not pursuing the whole, but individual transformation.”
“The accumulation of sand becomes rocks, and the accumulation of water becomes rivers.”
“Put the entire sealed spirit into this Mythic Blood unit?”
"How can this be?"
Although Lan En's intuition told him that this was impossible, how could such a small Mythic Blood unit contain such a powerful force.
But he still believed in the teacher’s judgment and asked the students to help him start the experiment.
He extracted the cursed spirit from the cursed pottery doll and began to think of ways to incorporate it into the blood of myth.
He tried the spiritual resonance method, tried the activation secret technique, and constantly revised the plan.
Day after day, failure after failure makes everyone exhausted.
But fortunately, even if it fails, it will only lose one unit of mythical blood, and they can conduct such an experiment many times.
It seems that everything is not so urgent.
However, Lan En continued to experiment non-stop and did not dare to stop at all.
Because he felt that Sandian's time was running out, the teacher breathed a sigh of relief just to see his success.
After various methods and plans failed, Lan finally thought of Haru's secret method of mental pressure.
He found Haru's experimental records and started another attempt.
He carved patterns all over the crystal bottle, and led a dozen priests to follow the patterns and use their spiritual power to form a powerful spiritual hurricane.
The blood of myth and the spirit of the curse are constantly pressing towards the interior in the hurricane.
The huge cursed spirit is getting smaller and smaller, so small that it is almost invisible to the naked eye, but the mythical blood has not changed much.
Finally, the sealed spirit is squeezed into the mythic blood of that unit.
“Hiss!”
The blood of myth actually emitted light like lightning, and a weak ray of lightning directly illuminated the entire workshop, which was hundreds of times brighter than the midday sun.
“Boom!”
The crystal bottle exploded, and the whole laboratory was in a mess.
Everyone dodged and used magic to block the exploding fragments, and waited until the light subsided and looked over.
I only saw a crystal floating in mid-air.
A translucent crystal, or gravel or stone, that emits a silvery light.
Lan En walked up step by step, and this crystal, which was almost invisible to the naked eye if there was no light, fell into his palm.
"Is it this one?"
He felt that this small crystal had undergone an unimaginable transformation.
It can easily accommodate a person's consciousness, his memory, and his power.
Even if his body dies and his will decays, this drop of blood will pass on his strength and memory.
He turned back and looked at everyone: "We seem to have succeeded."
“It really worked.
“It really worked.”
The workshop erupted into cheers, and everyone could hardly suppress their inner ecstasy.
Lan En had no time to celebrate and cheer, so he brought the crystal to Sandian's side.
"teacher!"
“I found the answer.”
"I found it.
Lan carefully held the crystal and raised it to Sandian's eyes.
Sander'an slowly stretched out his hand, and Lan immediately placed it between the teacher's fingers.
Sander'an pinched the small, glowing "gravel" with his thumb and forefinger, and finally showed a happy smile on his face: "It turns out that the blood of myth after transformation is like this."
At the end of his life, Sandian still accomplished what he wanted to do.
Although it is just a beginning, creating a small gravel, or stone.
But the door has been pushed open.
Lan En was very happy, he fulfilled his teacher's expectations.
"teacher!"
“This is your work, give it a name!”
At this moment, Sandian suddenly remembered the figure he saw at the Temple of Truth a long time ago.
He couldn't remember the other person's appearance no matter how hard he tried, but he remembered what he said.
“Sandian!”
“All power comes from blood.”
It was his words that allowed Sandian to find his direction.
Unfortunately, the secret of immortality brought by Haru caused him to deviate from the track.
However, what is even more ridiculous is that it is precisely because they have spared such a round of detours that they were able to succeed so smoothly this time.
Sander'an looked at the glowing crystal, his pupils slightly dilated.
“The wisdom given by the gods, the bloodline given by the gods, and the brand given by the gods.”
“It’s called the Stone of God’s Grace.”
As Sandian spoke, he spat out another mouthful of blood.
His internal organs were in the worst condition, and even the doctors standing nearby could do nothing.
"teacher!"
Sander'an grabbed Lan En's hand, and he also felt himself falling for the last moment.
“Find Haru.”
“Tell him we were wrong.”
Several instructors kneeling on the side also came up, and they asked Sandian uneasily.
“Sage, sage!”
“What about the Temple of Truth? What’s the future of the Temple of Truth?”
Sander'an's eyes still fell on Lan En and Elena standing at the door, and finally shook his head.
“I originally wanted to give it to Haru. I know you like your hometown, and the Ice Temple is also a good starting point.”
“You can also make a career of your own there.”
“I don’t want to interfere with your choice. Whoever between you and Elena wants to become the second generation sage of the Temple of Truth can do it.”
“If you don’t want to, then find someone to do it.”
“Even in the end.”
“The temple of truth is fleeting like a shooting star at midnight, and it is nothing.”
Sander'an's body relaxed a little, and his eyes slowly closed.
“Let’s just think that my fantasies and dream talks day after day have been pierced by time!”
The Sage of Truth who brought the power of rituals and miracles to the world and created the era of the third level of priests.
Died on the bed.
With the passing of Sandian, the stone of grace in his hand also disappeared.