The Three Giants

In the grand hall of the royal palace.

Regarding the spirit's blessing that occurred during today's coronation ceremony, both the Sage of Truth Lan and Vivien remained silent. However, it was clear that Lan had taken a particular interest in the young prince who received the spirit's blessing.

He even personally approached the prince and exchanged a few words with him.

This also drew the attention of His Majesty the King and some ministers to the child.

The palace remained lively at night, with ministers and nobles clinking glasses under the golden lamplight. The corridors and corners were filled with the silhouettes of the powerful engaged in private conversations.

Suddenly, the Palace Chamberlain left the king's side and approached Vivien, whispering something in her ear.

"What? Where did they appear?" Vivien asked, her voice tight with concern.

"How could such a powerful force have erupted without me sensing it?"

The Palace Chamberlain replied, "They used a domain to seal off the area. We only just found out. The location is near the Good Night Inn."

"According to our estimates, it's very likely the madmen from the Ghost Cult."

"The power of three Seal Spirits - the Glass Seal Spirit, the Salt Seal Spirit, and the Stone Seal Spirit - matches perfectly with the three High Priests of the Ghost Cult."

The sudden appearance of three cult Seal Priests in the capital was a significant event.

Moreover, as soon as Vivien heard the name Good Night Inn, she made a connection.

That place was where the performance troupes who came to participate in the coronation ceremony were staying. Why would three immensely powerful cult High Priests choose to attack that place?

Vivien's expression immediately changed.

"Not good."

"Is it the Spirit Performance Troupe?"

Vivien suddenly felt a chill run through her body. Besides the spirit, she couldn't think of any other reason.

The Palace Chamberlain was also startled when Vivien mentioned the Spirit Performance Troupe: "Lady Vivien."

"How did you know that the leader of the Spirit Performance Troupe was taken away?"

Vivien received confirmation, but her expression didn't improve at all.

"Taken away?"

"No, this can't be..."

Just as Vivien was about to find her teacher, the Sage of Truth Lan, his voice came from behind her.

"Find them!" he commanded, his voice ringing with authority. "Even if we have to search every corner of God-Descended City, we must locate the members of the Ghost Cult."

The entire God-Descended City was thrown into chaos in the dead of night.

Groups of soldiers moved through the streets, their shadows stretching and twisting in the alleys.

They searched for any suspicious targets on the streets, arresting one person after another who might be related to the Ghost Cult.

"Seize them!" came the shouts.

"Don't let them escape!"

The soldiers broke down door after door. Vivien, leading members of the Priest Corps, carried a list as they stormed into places that might be connected to the Ghost Cult, arresting its members.

As soon as a door opened, they saw the occupants desperately resisting and trying to escape over walls.

But they were quickly brought down by the soldiers. Some Ghost Cult members who had mastered divine techniques were also subdued by the power of the Priest Corps.

In dark, hidden chambers, they found evil and terrifying sacrificial altars.

More and more outer members of the Ghost Cult were forced out. Through mind-reading techniques, Vivien even learned of some of their previously prepared horrifying plans.

Although she didn't know the details, she could vaguely guess it had something to do with the new king.

They even learned from a follower of the God of Knowledge about their purchases of materials for a consciousness projection altar.

"A consciousness projection altar?"

"What does he want to do?"

"Does he want to descend upon God-Descended City in his mythical form?"

The last city where he appeared in his mythical form was called Cross City.

This made Vivien even more anxious and eager to find traces of the Ghost Cult's core members and their hidden base.

Vivien turned around: "Arrest everyone on the list immediately. We need to interrogate them now to find out where the three High Priests of the Ghost Cult are hiding."

The Priest Corps split into several small teams, heading in different directions.

"It's not me! I swear!" one suspect cried out.

"You've got the wrong person!" another pleaded.

During the large-scale arrests, some figures hiding in dark corners were also dragged out. Many wanted criminals and evil sorcerers were arrested and thrown into prison.

The shrill sound of bone whistles blown by the soldiers pierced the night air, making every household in the city anxious. Doors and windows slammed shut throughout the city.

Vivien's form, like a wisp of silk, floated up to a high tower. Standing at the top, she surveyed the entire city.

She was using divine techniques to observe the movements in God-Descended City while issuing orders to all the teams.

At the same time, her gaze swept across the streets, searching and pondering all the places where the Ghost Cult might be hiding.

In the palace, the original banquet had come to an abrupt end. The Sage of Truth Lan sat beside the new king, his posture tense and ready for action.

Even the esteemed Sage of the Temple of Truth didn't dare to relax or be negligent when it came to a conspiracy involving the God of Knowledge.

The new king was also somewhat panicked: "Could the God of Knowledge already be within our city walls?"

The new king was truly like a startled bird now, having encountered such a terrifying situation just after ascending to the throne.

An evil being so powerful that mortals couldn't resist had set its sights on him, who had just taken the throne, and on God-Descended City.

In a flash, he thought of the Sacred Mountain, God-Servant City, his grandfather, and then the disaster in Cross City.

The new king forced himself to calm down, but his voice was clearly filled with unparalleled fear.

"What does this demon want to do?"

"Does he plan to repeat the tragedies of God-Servant City and Cross City here? In my capital?"

Lan bowed to the new king. "Your Majesty," he began, "the simultaneous appearance of the three High Priests of the Ghost Cult, along with the preparation of a descent altar..."

"There's no other reason except that this fellow wants to descend in consciousness."

"But Your Majesty need not worry. The events of Cross City and God-Servant City are unlikely to be repeated. This self-proclaimed god probably hasn't found the cornerstone yet, so he can't fully release his power."

After so many years, the Temple of Truth and the Nine Great Temples had had quite a few encounters with the God of Knowledge.

They had gained considerable understanding of this mythical life created by the evil sorcerer Anhofus.

"His appearance in God-Descended City is probably aimed at Your Majesty, but I'm still here, so he won't succeed."

"Also..."

Lan didn't finish the second half of his sentence. Compared to targeting the king, he was more worried about another being.

He was more afraid that the madman had caught the spirit who had left God's realm and would do something even more insane.

The scene that might unfold could be more terrifying than any disaster they had faced before.

Lan gazed into the distance beyond the palace, his eyes full of concern.

God-Descended City was vast, impossible to see its entirety at a glance.

He hoped Vivien would quickly find the Ghost Cult's base and traces of the spirit.

"Don't cause any terrible chaos!" he muttered under his breath.

As God-Descended City was enveloped in a tense atmosphere, a blood-red shadow covered the sky.

"Huh?"

"Why is the moon red today?"

A soldier looked up at the sky, remarking with some amazement.

The blood-colored light projected onto the ground, and the blood mist in the streets began to condense.

Blood springs gurgled up from between the bricks, then flowed along the crevices, gathering together, finally forming into a tall figure wearing a red cloak.

A terrifying being, clearly not a Trilobite Man, appeared on the streets of God-Descended City.

He had black hair and dark green pupils, his face identical to the legendary appearance of the divine race.

Under the moon, he grinned widely.

"At last!" he exclaimed, his voice a mix of excitement and menace. "I've been searching for you for so long, and finally... finally, you've shown yourself!"

His eyes glowed in the dark street.

There was hatred in them, and even a trace of anticipation.

"You and I."

"We're finally going to meet again outside the Sacred Mountain. I've been looking forward to this for a long time."

Stuen, the Blood Plague, had also followed the traces of the Ghost Cult to this area, tracking them to God-Descended City.

The moment the Little Person in the Bottle's aura appeared in God-Descended City, he caught a whiff of the intense evil emanating from him.

It was a scent etched into his bones, one that made him vaguely nauseous.

In the ancient castle.

The conversation between the Little Person in the Bottle and Spirit Simila was still ongoing.

When not in a frenzied state, the Little Person in the Bottle was no different from a child, except that it had no boundaries between good and evil. Often, its evil stemmed from just one word: Fun.

But the more it behaved this way, the more people felt it was evil beyond evil itself.

This kind of capricious demon, an existence without any rules to follow, could bring about uncontrollable disasters and death.

"Why?" it asked, its voice tinged with curiosity and frustration. "Why doesn't God Yinsai reveal Himself to us?"

The Little Person in the Bottle spread its arms, using its own thoughts to speculate about God Yinsai.

"He is so powerful, everything is His creation, all our power comes from Him."

"This world is His playground, He can do whatever He wants."

"He can even create gods."

"He is a deity above deities, but why does He not care about anything?"

"Why doesn't He even... look at us once?"

The spirit scratched her head: "Hmm... hmm..."

"Hmm~"

The spirit thought for a long time, completely at a loss for how to answer this question.

Suddenly, her eyes lit up.

She remembered the quotations of Hila, the divine messenger, from that thick book that Hila had boasted was her work, but which no spirit had read.

She immediately straightened up, speaking seriously.

"It's because it holds no meaning for Him!"

The Little Person in the Bottle didn't quite understand: "No meaning?"

Spirit Simila nodded: "Indeed, it's meaningless!"

"Because no matter how much God Yinsai gives you, no matter how much He bestows, you can't keep it anyway!"

"The King of Wisdom Redlichia once said, everything bestowed by God will eventually return to His hands."

"The glory He gives you will pass away, the power He gives you will ultimately return to the Creator's throne."

"Apart from God Yinsai, who can truly be eternal?"

"Who can hold onto power and glory forever?"

"Besides true myths, who among you can leave even a tiny shadow before God Yinsai's eyes?"

The Little Person in the Bottle was dazed: "So only true gods, only true myths can enter God Yinsai's eyes?"

At this moment, the spirit revealed a secret that only existed in God's realm.

A secret that shocked the Little Person in the Bottle into stupefaction.

The spirit said, nodding her head: "Before long."

"God Yinsai will cross time, following the river of time to the next era."

"He will take Mother of Life Shelly and Lady Hila to an era millions or even billions of years from now."

"Except for them."

"What in this world can withstand millions or billions of years?"

The spirit looked at the Little Person in the Bottle: "Can your so-called immortality endure the passage of millions or billions of years?"

"Or will the you of millions of years later still be you?"

"Even..."

The spirit's gaze even carried a hint of pity, the concern that the divine messenger Hila occasionally showed in front of the spirits: "Without deities, can you continue to exist in this world?"

The Little Person in the Bottle was deeply shocked, its eyes even revealing a trace of fear.

It looked at the sky, as if seeing this world transform into a giant bottle.

And an incredibly powerful and majestic being was looking at this world from outside the bottle.

The moment He closes His eyes, they in the bottle would cross thousands or tens of thousands of years, then all vanish into dust.

Except for myths, nothing else even qualifies to leave a fleeting bubble before His eyes.

"So, in God Yinsai's consciousness, time is just a toy that can be manipulated at will?"

"In the eyes of a true deity, is time measured in units of billions, tens of millions of years?"

The Little Person in the Bottle reached out its hand, touching towards the outside.

Its voice was no longer in dialogue with Spirit Simila, but mumbling to itself.

"That's right, that's right!"

"This is the Creator."

"Trilobite Men, the Abyss Kingdom, the world - none of it matters."

"Time is the most powerful force, and only that which transcends time is eternal."

"Existences that cannot transcend time are completely meaningless."

"We are just illusions that flit past His eyes, gone in an instant."

"Like sandcastles by the sea, scattered when the wave passes."

It touched the edge of the consciousness projection altar, as if touching the walls of the bottle that confined it. Yet it paid no heed, still wanting to reach out towards the outside.

To touch the sky outside the bottle.

Its body made of light dust gradually dispersed, then reformed back inside it.

The Little Person in the Bottle's eyes revealed an incomparable longing, as if it had seen the true truth of this world.

In this moment, its figure seemed to overlap once again with that of Anhofus.

Finally, it stopped.

Letting out a sigh.

"Ah!"

"The outside world is so wonderful!"

It's just unclear whether the "outside" it spoke of was outside the bottle, or where God Yinsai was.

Spirit Simila looked at the somewhat crazed little person of light, not understanding what it was raving about.

"Little Person in the Bottle," she called out, "I've said all I can."

"Do you have anything else you want to ask?"

The Little Person in the Bottle's hands fell, and it shook its head.

"No more."

"No more."

But then its lowered head burst into low laughter, slowly raising its head to reveal its mouth.

No teeth could be seen, only darkness, but one could feel it was laughing.

"I hope, next time we meet will be in the Creator's realm."

"Spirit of God's realm, divine spirit at the right hand of the Creator's throne."

"When that time comes, I will be in a truly complete mythical form, like Redlichia, Shelly, and Hila."

"Following God Yinsai together into the next era."

Spirit Simila questioned: "Huh?"

But the Little Person in the Bottle was no longer paying any attention to her, its thoughts had completely entered another level.

"Soon... soon..."

"It won't be long."

"It won't be long."

"For God Yinsai, it's just a brief moment..."

Spirit Simila felt the being before her was very strange. Isn't this just how God is? What's so strange about it?

Why was it so shocked?

She didn't actually understand the true meaning behind the words she had spoken.

She was just imitating the sentimental divine messenger, repeating words that had been said before.

She turned to leave, deliberately saying: "Well, I'll be on my way then!"

The little person didn't respond.

Outside, members of the Ghost Cult prostrated themselves on the ground, kowtowing to Spirit Simila.

She walked out of the Ghost Cult's stronghold like this, and no one dared to stop her.

The spirit looked back at the gloomy ancient castle that seemed like a demon's lair. Though lit, it gave the feeling of ghost fire.

"Strange people."

"They should all be bad people, right? So I entered the lair of villains and then escaped?"

Outside the castle, the spirit suddenly thought of something and revealed an excited smile.

"Wait a minute," she said to herself, her eyes widening. "Does this mean I've just had a great adventure?"

"Ah! I'm so amazing."

Spirit Simila felt that maybe she should write a book too.

To record her "legendary" experiences, and then have the little spirits read it every day, and write reflections afterward.

But thinking carefully, she felt something was amiss.

"No, that's not right."

"It's Lady Hila who's amazing."

"Lady Hila's quotes are really useful. Just saying them out loud can scare a mythical monster into madness."

For the first time, Spirit Simila felt that it truly was a masterpiece.

Although the words inside were sentences she couldn't quite understand.

Perhaps it was precisely because she couldn't quite understand that it was so powerful.

Spirit Simila had just left the castle gates and turned the corner to another intersection.

Outside, the city was in chaos, with soldiers' shadows visible everywhere and sporadic fighting breaking out.

The spirit still didn't know that this chaos was caused by her disappearance.

She carefully avoided the shadows of these soldiers, using illusions to pass through the crowds, entering another small alley.

Then, she saw several familiar figures.

And a voice.

"Hurry up!"

"How can someone as big as you have so little strength?" Skinny Tall Guy complained.

"You look so thin, how are you this heavy?" Giant retorted.

"I may be thin, but I'm tall!" Skinny Tall Guy shot back.

She saw three people preparing to climb over the outer wall of the Ghost Cult's ancient castle stronghold. It was a very secluded corner, and the other side of the wall should be an open space behind a warehouse.

The three were none other than Skinny Tall Guy, Little Clever, and Giant from the Spirit Performance Troupe. At the moment, Skinny Tall Guy was standing on Giant's shoulders, complaining incessantly.

The spirit suddenly appeared, tapping Giant on the shoulder.

"What are you doing?"

The three of them were startled, with Skinny Tall Guy falling straight down from above.

Giant raised his hands in fright: "Ah!"

Skinny Tall Guy, still dazed from the fall and not seeing clearly: "Have we been caught by the patrol?"

Only Little Clever saw clearly, exclaiming in surprise: "Troupe Leader! How did you suddenly appear? You scared us to death."

"Wait, Troupe Leader, are you alright?"

Spirit Simila looked at the three suspiciously, pointing at them: "What are you sneaking around here for? Stealing something?"

Skinny Tall Guy disagreed, saying indignantly:

"Stealing? No way!"

"We came here to rescue you!"

Spirit Simila was stunned for a moment: "Huh? You came to rescue me?"

She asked: "How did you find us?"

Skinny Tall Guy dusted himself off: "Troupe Leader, the perfume you usually use is made by the Magician. He guided us to find you."

The Magician was the one who performed magic tricks in the Spirit Performance Troupe, possessing some incredible abilities.

The spirit looked around the alley: "Where's the Magician?"

At the intersection, where there was originally nothing, a transparent, illusory figure lifted a piece of cloth, revealing himself and a small trailer.

He bowed to the spirit: "Troupe Leader."

"We've come to take you home."

The spirit suddenly felt a warmth in her heart. Though she didn't know why, it felt very comforting.

And joyful.

Perhaps this is what having companions feels like!

The spirit sat on the trailer and cast an illusion spell.

The group, laughing and joking, passed through the streets, weaving through the crowds as they made their way back.

Not long after the spirit left.

One of the three High Priests guarding the castle passage said: "It's time to go!"

The other two asked: "Is it over just like that?"

The first one turned back to look at the hall: "There's no need to stay. Our God has already obtained something far more valuable."

The Ghost Cult members inside the castle began to retreat, knowing that the royal guards and the Priest Corps would soon find this place.

But before the Ghost Cult members could leave, suddenly the light of the blood moon in the sky intensified.

The thick, vivid blood-colored light seemed to solidify, dyeing the ground and buildings red.

The Ghost Cult members instantly reacted, looking up at the sky one by one.

Their eyes filled with terror.

Many of them were not seeing this scene for the first time, but each time they saw it, it represented the arrival of horror.

Those who had brought death and terror to mortals now faced a being that brought despair to them.

The three High Priests of the Ghost Cult looked up and softly called out a name.

"Blood Plague Stuen."

The other two looked uneasy, clearly not wanting to encounter him.

"The Blood Plague has caught up already?" one asked, his voice trembling.

"So quickly? Wasn't he wandering around the outskirts of the Sacred Mountain in the north just half a month ago?"

Blood Plague Stuen - as members of the Ghost Cult, they couldn't be unfamiliar with this name.

An immortal monster, a blood controller with the face of a god.

Countless members of the Ghost Cult and other followers of the God of Knowledge had died at the hands of this monster.

No one could kill him.

What's more terrifying was that at first, some people could still cause damage to the monster. If they couldn't kill him, at least they could make him feel pain.

But later, he became stronger and stronger.

Now, forget about killing him.

There were few who could even harm him.

How could they not be afraid of such an unkillable monster constantly hunting them?

As soon as the words were spoken, he arrived.

"Boom!"

It was the sound of huge waves and rivers crashing, rolling in with a muffled roar.

Under the blood moon, a surging, vast river of blood coursed through the streets and crashed into the castle.

The cultists standing outside the castle cried out in terror, not even having the courage to resist. The moment they saw the blood river, they turned and fled.

"Undying Blood River!"

"Get out of the way!"

"Run!"

The blood river crashed against the walls, raising huge waves, then turned into a vortex that engulfed the entire castle.

Dozens, even hundreds of Ghost Cult members inside the castle were swallowed by the blood river. Except for a few who had the ability to briefly hover in the air, all others were instantly killed.

"Ah!"

"God! Save me!"

"No, no!"

But it wasn't over yet. From within the blood river, countless blood spear shadows rose up to chase.

They instantly killed the cultists fleeing towards the sky, impaling them in mid-air.

Above the blood river stood a black-haired man wearing a cloak.

With a restrained posture, he let out an unrestrained laugh.

"God of Knowledge, you who bestowed despair upon me."

"I have arrived."

"I've been looking forward to this reunion for a long time."

"I wonder what your thoughts are?"

The blood-colored figure emitted a light of despair, his cloak fluttering violently, revealing a pair of eyes glowing with a crimson light.

His gaze penetrated the blood sea-wrapped castle, seeing the altar in the depths of the hall.

His eyes fell on the three High Priests on the altar, and the light dust shadow behind them.

"Little Person in the Bottle, Anhofus."

His voice dripped with venom, as if he wanted to chew these four words to pieces and swallow them with blood.

The little person on the altar slowly stood up, responding in a bored manner.

"Well... well..."

"Lester."

"You really are persistent, aren't you?"

"But I've been a bit bored lately, so I'll play with you for a while!"

The Little Person in the Bottle was still accustomed to calling Blood Plague Stuen by the name Lester, that puppet he had played with in the palm of his hand.

Without warning, one of the three High Priests of the Ghost Cult knelt down, facing the altar.

A dark shadow under the light dust began to writhe, entering the body of the High Priest.

Instantly, mythical power erupted from his body, his aura rising like huge waves, reaching a level that mortals could only look up to in awe.

At the same time, in the center of the royal city, a huge Divine Grace Puppet composed of various complex divine technique imprints rose from the ground.

This puppet was seventy to eighty meters tall, its every move carrying a terrifying psychic field.

In just a few steps, it arrived outside the castle from the center of God-Descended City.

"Little Person in the Bottle Anhofus! Blood Plague Stuen!"

"This is God-Descended City."

"It's the capital of Yinsai, not a place for you two to run wild."

Blood Plague Stuen didn't respond, his eyes fixed only on the Little Person in the Bottle.

The Little Person in the Bottle looked mockingly at the Sage of Truth: "Sage of Truth Lan?"

"You're here too!"

"But you're too weak, not interesting at all."

The Little Person in the Bottle, temporarily occupying a follower's body, walked towards the outside of the castle. On the ground, a terrifying shadow twisted, a huge ghost body covering hundreds of meters.

"Boring."

"This boring world."

"Let's end it quickly and move on to the next era."

After saying this, the Little Person in the Bottle suddenly paused.

He suddenly seemed to understand God's feelings a little, and the more he understood, the more he yearned and anticipated.

"Yes!" he exclaimed, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "What's the point of such a boring world?"

"Only by moving towards the future can we see more possibilities."

"Ah!"

"That must be an incredibly exciting era, an unprecedented world."

His eyes suddenly burst with light: "You ignorant mortals without any meaning of existence, become the stepping stones for my myth!"

At this moment, the strongest of the mortal world, the demon called a god, and the immortal monster faced each other.

Untold stories, countless relationships, and deep-seated grudges intertwined between them.

The powers of these three collided, unfolding an unprecedented confrontation.