The Secret of Eternal Life?

Stan Tito was imprisoned within the giant sphere of the Moon Magic Fern.

The Sun Cup, his medium for casting illusions, had been taken away, leaving him without his greatest asset.

Nevertheless, Stan continued to attempt various methods using his own power to escape from the Moon Magic Fern's prison.

Mental power couldn't breach the Moon Magic Fern's defenses. This prison, which looked like flesh walls, was unimaginably hard.

Illusions couldn't be cast; without a medium, the light of consciousness illusion dissipated instantly upon leaving his mind.

"Nothing's working!" he muttered in frustration. "This method fails too."

He even tried to communicate with the Moon Magic Fern, a mythical beast, using the secret technique for communicating with plants from the forbidden arts of Schlode, the first High Priest of the Sky Temple.

Although he wasn't sure if this being could still be called a plant.

However, as he employed the first part of the forbidden technique's power, he immediately sensed something was amiss.

His consciousness plunged directly into another boundlessly dark place, a space where another consciousness and thought existed.

"Could this actually work?" he wondered, a spark of hope igniting within him.

His hand pressed against the flesh wall, his own mental power resonating with the Moon Magic Fern. Surprisingly, the power of illusion intertwined with the will of the Moon Magic Fern.

He sensed a foolish and chaotic consciousness, a mind like that of a newborn child.

Then, the light of illusion blossomed from the Moon Magic Fern's sphere, circling around Stan Tito.

"The light of illusion?"

"How could it appear here without the Sun Cup as a medium?"

Stan Tito stood up, his hand still touching the inner wall of the fleshy sphere, not letting go. He was carefully sensing where this light of illusion came from.

When he smelled a rich fragrance, he finally understood why the light of illusion had appeared.

"This is...?"

"The scent of the Sun Cup?"

Stan Tito had a sudden realization: "So the Moon Magic Fern was formed by devouring Sun Cups. No wonder the Samo family could cultivate such a unique plant-form beast."

By chance, he had uncovered the key to the Samo family's method of cultivating the Moon Magic Fern beast.

Stan Tito seized the opportunity, attempting to communicate with the Moon Magic Fern's will to make it open the prison and release him.

His consciousness moved along the boundless darkness towards the Moon Magic Fern's consciousness. Just as he was about to see the distant light of consciousness, a brand like the eye of God blocked his consciousness tentacle.

He felt as if that eye was like the sun in the sky, looking down upon him as insignificant as an insect.

The mere light within that gaze was enough to scorch his consciousness to the point of dissipation.

This was the fundamental form of the Ruhe brand, an existence invisible to the naked eye.

"Ah!"

Stan let out a scream of agony, his consciousness immediately retreating back into his body.

Involuntarily, he covered his eyes, kneeling on the ground.

All this, just from one glance at that brand that resembled the eye of God.

Blood flowed from his eyes, and it took a long time for his vision to recover.

He panted heavily, saying between breaths.

"It's the Ruhe brand bestowed by God to King Redlichia."

"No one but the bearer of the brand can control the mythical beasts."

Although he had failed, the appearance of the forbidden technique and the light of illusion gave him an inkling of a method to break out of the prison.

An even more terrifying thought crossed his mind.

Illusion itself was a power cast using the Sun Cup as a medium, with the most powerful illusion being the forbidden technique, possessing the complete forbidden power through symbiosis with oneself and the Sun Cup.

And now, he realized the Moon Magic Fern was an unimaginably powerful variant of the Sun Cup.

He couldn't imagine how powerful the illusion would be if he were to graft the power of the Moon Magic Fern through the forbidden technique.

"Graft the Moon Magic Fern?" The very thought made him shudder.

He immediately shook his head. The backlash from grafting and symbiosis with the Sun Cup was already so terrifying and horrifying.

Who could withstand grafting the power of a Ruhe beast? —

In the palace of Anho, the capital.

His Majesty the King sat on the throne, gasping for breath while clutching the Ruhe sword. Several bodies of attendants lay on the ground.

The bodies were dragged away by soldiers, leaving a trail of blood. Other terrified attendants cautiously came forward to wash away the bloodstains with water.

The bloodstains were washed away, but the thick smell of blood lingered.

King Henir's army was advancing step by step, conquering one city after another of the Samo Kingdom, now getting closer and closer to the capital Anho.

Henir was not in a hurry; he wanted to take down the Samo Kingdom steadily and surely.

The more critical the moment, the more steady he became. His generals were gradually consuming the Samo Kingdom's strength, and every day brought news of another city being conquered or surrendering.

The Samo family, on the other hand, was like a prisoner driven to the edge of a cliff.

Princess Saliman looked up at her father on the throne.

He no longer resembled a tall and majestic king, but rather a wretched criminal waiting for death on the scaffold.

That kind of hysteria and desperate fear was constantly seeping out from within him.

Killing and anger do not demonstrate a person's strength; rather, they reveal their inner weakness and cowardice.

His Majesty the King, gripping the blood-stained Ruhe sword, slowly stood up and addressed the trembling Princess Saliman.

"I told you, your method wouldn't work."

"How could the lucky one from the Star Luo Kingdom help us?"

"We can only rely on ourselves."

After venting, the king's words gradually calmed down.

But the slight tremor in his final words hinted at a last touch of madness.

"Now," the king said, his voice barely a whisper, "that's the only way left."

The Samo King's words instantly made the kneeling princess feel a chill throughout her body.

"My King!" the princess exclaimed, her voice trembling. "Do we really have to use that method? It's even more terrifying than the forbidden technique."

"And Father, no one has ever succeeded before."

In her anxiety, the princess forgot the king's title and called out to her father.

His Majesty turned back, his eyes full of madness.

He let out bursts of cold laughter, like a cold wind passing through the palace and everyone's hearts.

"At this point, what other choice do we have?"

"Should we just watch that son of black mud swallow our kingdom?"

"We are the children of Redlichia, we are the Royal Bloodline family, we are the descendants of Samo."

His voice suddenly changed from a cold wind to a raging storm: "How can we just watch a vile black mud obtain what belongs to our royal family?"

"Come with me."

"It's time for you to see our final power, to see the secret of eternal life that the Samo family has been exploring for hundreds of years."

The king led Princess Saliman to a sealed castle.

This was the core residence of the kingdom's priest group, also the place where various divine techniques and even beast cultivation methods were hidden. Next to it was the garrison of the army, with extremely tight defenses.

In the gloomy and dark passage, the damp and humid air surrounded them, making them feel extremely uncomfortable.

In a large underground dungeon, she saw one Trilobite Person after another, like walking corpses, locked in stone chambers.

The strangest thing was that they all possessed the power of wisdom.

A Trilobite Person who was clearly just a child sometimes showed the innocent expression of a child, sometimes the deep weariness of an old man.

She saw a person of the Abyss, cursed by God to never be able to speak, muttering in the language of the Trilobite Men, constantly banging his head against the wall.

She even saw a Prawn Knight releasing the power of wisdom, devoutly kneeling on the ground, chanting the Redlichia Covenant with its consciousness.

The words were so holy and devout, yet Princess Samo felt chilled to the bone upon hearing them.

"What are these things?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

His Majesty the King laughed: "They are not things."

"They were once Trilobite Men, some who should have died long ago."

He showed a smug expression, as if displaying a proud work.

"Didn't you say no one had ever succeeded? In fact, it has already succeeded."

"They are the proof of success."