The Art of Wishes and the Spirit with a Human Body

By the crystal-clear Sacred Lake.

The spirit held hands with a little girl, inviting her to board the basket of the hot air balloon.

She said she wanted to fly up to the sky and see what the temple wrapped in clouds looked like.

From high above, the entire world seemed to expand.

Whether lakes, Sacred Mountain, or temples, everything appeared incredibly small.

"The temple and cities on the ground have become so tiny!"

The spirit gifted a monocular telescope to the child, extending it and placing it in her hands.

"What's this?" the child asked curiously, holding it.

The spirit told her, "It can see things far away. You can use it as your eye to explore the world."

The child put it to her left eye, closing the other.

"Wow!"

"This is exactly what I wanted, to see such distant places."

The spirit had the ability to peer into each child's heart, discerning their deepest desires.

Yet, despite the joy of the moment, the children would inevitably forget the spirit after they parted ways.

But the spirit didn't mind, as long as happiness remained.

A wish containing the distant view and the telescope floated out from the child's brow, along with the Glass Divine Technique Imprint falling into her mythical blood.

Then, it transformed into a beam of light.

This was also the last wish she collected on this journey.

The spirit's robe was now covered with countless wishes, all her mythical blood transformed into the Light of Wishes, with only the final step remaining.

And this step could only be taken upon returning to the Dream Realm.

"It's time to go back."

The spirit looked down from the cloudy sky towards the child running home by the lakeside, constantly peering into the distance with her telescope.

She wondered what kind of person the child would become in the future.

An explorer venturing out of Yinsai to discover unknown lands?

Or a dreamer yearning for the sky?

"After I leave, will the children's wishes become mere fantasies?"

The spirit pondered, realizing that although she was the first spirit to seek wishes, she certainly wouldn't be the last.

In the Dream World, there were many more companions like her.

"Not at all," she reassured herself. "My companions will follow in my footsteps, continuing to fulfill children's wishes."

The spirit smiled, and the hot air balloon soared higher and higher.

Finally, it vanished into a dreamy starlight.

The hot air balloon flew past a giant gate, where the Ship Giant and the Ferryman sat, waving at her.

Beside them, dim shadows in small boats passed by, carrying the dreams of the deceased through the barely open gate.

"Hello!"

The spirit responded to the Ferryman, who remained silent, merely watching her.

When she stepped onto the divine temple, God was not inside.

She saw God in the sea of flowers outside.

The spirit called out to the figure deep within the Sun Cup: "God!"

God asked her, "How did you find your journey to the outside world this time?"

"Do you have any thoughts?"

The spirit thought for a moment before answering, "The earth is too barren, with only the Trilobite Men as a race."

God asked her, "Do you think having fewer races is a bad thing?"

The spirit shook her head, "I don't know."

Her eyes were filled with confusion, "Is it that this world can only accommodate a few intelligent life forms, or is it because the Trilobite Men don't need so many competitors?"

"But I feel..."

"This world is yearning for the birth of more life. Each race is a miracle." —

The library was brightly lit.

Many spirits flew up and down, while the doorkeeper remained motionless as if asleep.

Dream Spirit Hila bent over her work, concentrating all her mental power on a pen, her eyes blank and lost in thought.

Occasionally, when inspiration struck, the pen would move, squeezing out a few words.

At this painstakingly slow pace, she managed to write only a handful of lines each day.

Because after writing a few lines, the spirit would tire and need rest.

But today was different, as this was the last page, and the spirit was gritting her teeth to persevere.

When the final punctuation mark was drawn, the spirit's empty gaze suddenly lit up, as if a light bulb had been turned on.

"Ah!"

"I've finished it, I've finished it!"

The spirit hugged her scroll, dancing in circles with nimble steps.

Her golden robe spun, emitting a phosphorescent glow.

The spirit had finally completed her "Art of Wishes." Her joyful voice spread to every corner of the library, and all the spirits in the great library looked over.

"Finished?" Spirit No. 1 was shocked.

"Finally completed." Spirit No. 2 sighed.

"Lady Hila has written the book!" Spirit No. 3 darted through various corners, shouting to spread this astounding news.

"What? It's actually completed?" More little heads popped up, eyes wide with astonishment.

In no time at all, every spirit in the Spirit Country, from the smallest to the greatest, had heard the news.

The spirit had been talking about writing this book since she returned, always saying she'd finish tomorrow, or the day after with extra effort.

The spirits had all been eagerly anticipating, their expectations turning from excitement to disappointment, and finally to indifference.

In the end, all the spirits believed.

The work their Lady Hila spoke of might never see the light of day.

No one had imagined it would actually be completed.

All the spirits poured into the great library, welcoming Hila at the entrance.

For this, the Spirit Country held a grand celebration.

Hila proudly carried her book scroll out of the great library, her pride nearly lifting her off the ground.

She took the stage to speak, showcasing her work to all the spirits.

"Look!"

"This is the book I've written, called 'The Art of Wishes.'"

All the spirits cheered, and the sky of the Spirit Country rained down ribbons, snow powder, and colorful bubbles.

The spirits erupted in a frenzy of excitement, surrounding Hila with joyous shouts and exclamations.

This was the first book written by spirits, and Hila was thus crowned as the most learned of the spirit race, the only published great writer.

One of a kind.

She led the spirits from the Spirit Country to God's Given Land. The islands of God's Given Land were her dream domain, where she would complete her final transformation.

Dream Spirit Hila landed on the Sun Cup Flower Sea, with many spirits circling around her in flight.

"Let it all become light!"

The beams of wish-light on Dream Spirit Hila's robe fully erupted, and she seemed to transform into a small sun.

The light fell on the Sun Cup Flower Sea, on God-Given City, and on the Ancestral Fish Swamp.

It began to assimilate the entire realm.

Mythical blood, memories, and the dream domain merged into one, and the spirit's robe began to transform within the golden light.

The spirits' clothes were not merely garments, but also part of their bodies.

This garment evolved into their mythical organ.

The characteristic of Wisdom Ability was mental power, and after breaking through to the fourth level, they possessed spirit-like puppet avatars.

The characteristic of spirit ability was the dream domain. After breaking through to the fourth level, all their power was integrated into the domain, allowing them to control everything within it.

Their memories, their mythical blood, their everything.

In a flash, Hila vanished from sight. An instant later, a phantom image resembling a wind goddess materialized in the sky.

Her body seemed entirely composed of wind, with only a vague outline visible.

She floated on the clouds, opening her mouth to exhale cool breezes that swayed the flower sea.

"Heeheeheehee!"

The other spirits were not afraid, but rather stretched out their faces to feel the wind.

The shadow dissipated, then transformed into the faint appearance of a water goddess.

It was a giant figure composed of mist, striding between layers of clouds.

The sky immediately began to drizzle.

In this realm, this divine island.

Wearing the mythical robe, she could become wind, become rain.

She could also embody a great snowfall.

She had become one with the realm, her essence intertwined with the very fabric of this divine island. In this state, she was virtually invulnerable.

Unless you could directly attack the spirit's essence, or destroy this divine island.

"La la la la!"

The spirits sang, chasing after Hila who had transformed into wind, frost, rain, and snow.

At the base of the pyramid temple, Dream Spirit Hila took form once more.

The golden mythical robe spiraled down, bones and flesh within the garment sprouting and interweaving like fabric. The spirit transformed into a tall "human," yes, a human.

A divine figure as tall as a goddess in mythology, with bright golden hair and fair skin.

Her bare feet floated down from the sky, stepping onto the stone steps.

She now possessed hands, feet, and limbs, and even a heartbeat.

This time, the spirit had fully acquired a human body.

Or rather, a body identical to God's.

The newly transformed Dream Spirit Hila, hand in hand with a large group of spirits, ascended the divine temple, arriving before the hall doors.

Yin Shen looked at her and smiled.

"I dwell in your dreams," he said softly.

The spirit knelt before God, her voice filled with reverence. "The entire world and we ourselves are all yours, God."