The Sun Comes Out

With the God-Given Land and the Pyramid Temple relocated inside the Dream Sun, night ceased to exist in the God-Given Land.

However, the Sun Cup Flower Sea bloomed even more brilliantly as a result.

The spirits who wished to return to the God-Given Land could no longer simply delve deeper as before. They now had to check if the sun had risen, then travel to the edge of the dream realm to enter the God-Given Land.

"We live inside the sun now?"

"I want to swim in the Divine Cup."

"Those bubbles look so big and beautiful."

Outside the Sun Cup Flower Sea.

Little spirits stood on the cliff, gazing down at the golden giant cup and the dreams undulating within it.

Hila appeared at the edge of the God's Island, earnestly cautioning the eager little spirits.

"If you fall in, you won't be able to come back. It's full of Dreams of Law in there, with the strongest forces of law colliding and intersecting."

"If you fall in, you'll melt away in an instant."

Hila's exaggerated description frightened the little spirits, causing them to retreat repeatedly.

Dream Spirit Hila had just obtained illusory immortality, transforming the entire God-Given Land into an existence composed of Light of Wishes. She was walking around this divine island, familiarizing herself with her dream kingdom.

At the same time, she was making subtle adjustments, perfecting her realm and domain.

She left the Sun Cup Flower Sea and walked to the Ancestral Fish Swamp.

The once Ancestral Fish Swamp now showed no trace of ancestral fish, only clear blue water.

Hila made a few fish out of bones and placed them in the water, infusing them with a strand of Light of Wishes.

Immediately, the bone fish wiggled their tails and began to move.

"It looks much more lively now."

However, she worried that mischievous little spirits might see the shadows of fish in the swamp and jump in to catch them, potentially damaging the props.

She placed a sign next to the swamp.

"No fishing allowed."

The temple building was considerably larger than before, with the spirit making numerous modifications.

Besides the main temple and three side halls, there were now intricate, winding corridors connecting various rooms of different sizes, such as an automatic kitchen that could produce all kinds of food, and a dressing room where clothes were automatically generated.

The underground Pyramid Temple had been transformed into layers of divine treasuries, filled with various utensil models.

Except for the first layer, all the others were empty, waiting to be filled later.

These items, each composed of fine particles of Light of Wishes, could all be considered Miracle Tools.

However, most had weak powers.

For example, there were pitchers that could endlessly produce water, spears with razor-sharp edges, swords that could slowly repair themselves when damaged, and robes that would never gather dust.

The main hall of the temple remained largely unchanged, except for the addition of a few doorways to passages.

After inspecting the treasury and the various rooms behind the temple, Dream Spirit Hila finally returned to the main hall.

Yin Shen was still immersed in watching the images in the mirror, examining the changes that had occurred in the mortal world over the past few decades.

This openwork copper-edged mirror was somewhat ornate, even feminine in its elegance.

This wasn't Yin Shen's mirror, but Dream Spirit Hila's.

Moreover, it was a Miracle Tool possessing the power of the Dream Ability.

【Miracle Tool: Dream Spirit Hila's Magic Mirror】

【Sequence Number 5】

【The star sea of the dream realm contains all the dreams of life, and the power of this mirror can communicate with that star sea. It can see all things that have happened in the past, as long as they were witnessed by someone.】

This mirror didn't have immense power, and its function was extremely simple, yet its sequence number ranked very high.

Just by holding this mirror, every person in this world and every dream became God's eyes.

It could see everything that had happened in a civilization, all the shadows left behind.

"God," she said softly. "What are you looking at? Is it so interesting?"

Dream Spirit Hila had been absorbed in refining the Divine Cup for the past few decades, not paying attention to the changes happening in the mortal world.

These decades hadn't seen much fluctuation or change in the world of ordinary people, seeming much the same as always.

There had been no large-scale wars, and life was relatively stable and peaceful.

But for the nobility and priests of Yinsai, it was a different story.

The so-called "God of Knowledge" was becoming increasingly brazen and reckless, extending its reach into the world of Yinsai, even into the domain of the Abyss Kingdom.

This evil being, frequently displaying "divine miracles," gained more and more influence and followers.

This also led to increasing friction between the Temple of Truth and the Ghost Cult, with all priests feeling the threat of this evil being and its covetous gaze upon the Yinsai Kingdom.

Yin Shen looked at the scenes in the mirror.

The people of the Temple of Truth, the Nine Great Ritual Temples, the Witch Doctors, and Blood Plague Stuen.

These forces combined to struggle and scheme against the Little Person created by Anhofus, involving blood, tears, and betrayal.

Some rose to power, while others faded from the stage.

"In these decades," he remarked, "the mortal world has indeed been quite lively."

Under the threat and pressure of the God of Knowledge, the Yinsai Kingdom and the Temple of Truth continuously produced formidable individuals to contend with this terrifying enemy and opponent.

It was like a catfish, causing fear and trepidation while also unleashing enormous potential.

Finally, the image stopped on an important figure.

Blood Plague Stuen.

Yin Shen glanced at Shelly, who was waving and flinging the Mother Conch of All Things: "Moreover, the God-Created Man and the Life Ability are about to enter the fourth level."

When creating the God-Created Man, Yin Shen had extracted a very large portion of divine blood from the seven Ruhe beasts to create this sequence 1 life tool.

This was to prepare for Shelly's future path, conducting a trial and rehearsal.

Once the Life Ability enters the fourth level, with divine blood undergoing transformations like the God's Grace Stone and Light of Wishes, it would immediately replay the scene that occurred with the Little Person in the Bottle and Dream Spirit Hila.

In other words, the mythical form of the Life Ability would soon appear.

Hearing God say this, Dream Spirit Hila was also very curious and expectant.

"God," she said, "I want to see too."

Yin Shen handed over the mirror, and the scenes continuously reversed back to several decades ago.

Forty years ago.

Sacred Mountain and Ghost City.

The Little Person in the Bottle saw with his own eyes a spirit from God's realm, as if seeing a beam of light falling from Yin Shen's realm, illuminating him in his dark corner.

For the Little Person in the Bottle, this was like the gates of God's realm opening to him.

The spirit revealed to him the existence of a greater being, a Creator of such immense power that it was both awe-inspiring and forever beyond reach.

For the first time, he understood what the Creator Yinsai was really like, a majesty that mortals never dared to imagine or comprehend.

Unseeable, unapproachable, even thinking about it could drive one to collapse and madness.

He yearned for it, he was excited.

Because that was the truly perfect divine form in his heart.

Especially that sentence the spirit said, which ignited the flame in the Little Person in the Bottle's heart.

"God will go to the next era."

"An era millions, or even billions of years from now."

This short sentence struck like thunder in his ears.

It was as if a giant wheel had rolled over, crushing all his once small and laughable wishes and expectations to nothing.

Just one sentence made him feel how insignificant he was, made him realize that even if he broke the bottle's constraint, he was just a pitiful bug entering another bottle.

He also felt for the first time that even God found this world so boring.

Yes!

Breaking the bottle was just the beginning. What purpose was there in remaining in this stagnant world and era?

A decaying, uninteresting world was passing away, a more exciting world would be born in the next era.

A goal even greater than breaking the bottle.

It was an opportunity.

An opportunity to follow the Creator to the next era.

The Little Person in the Bottle pressed his eyes against the glass wall, for the first time finding his ideal.

If Anhofus' ideal was to find the secret of immortality, then the Little Person in the Bottle's ideal was to cross endless eras, following the Creator to see the exciting world of the next era.

"I must grasp it."

"I must seize this opportunity."

But before that, he must first leave this damned bottle.

The Little Person in the Bottle had been pondering this question for a long time.

"A perfect mythical form, immortality without any flaws."

"Does it really exist?"

As soon as he raised this question, the Little Person in the Bottle answered it himself.

"It must exist."

"The eternal Yinsai is right there, true eternity must exist."

"I need more mythical blood, more and more mythical blood."

The Little Person couldn't know what Yin Shen's immortality was like, his only thought was to collect enough mythical blood.

Even if quantity couldn't break through the bottle's constraint, enough mythical blood would allow him to conduct more experiments and attempts.

And, more powerful strength.

But the Little Person in the Bottle had no answer as to how much mythical blood was needed to become a true myth.

The Little Person thought it must be an unimaginably huge amount, because he was doing something unprecedented, without any reference.

Perhaps.

Even the sacrifice of all Trilobite Men might not suffice.

He decided to no longer deplete resources recklessly as before.

He no longer destroyed entire cities on a whim, turning them into ghost cities to extract mythical blood, merely to revel in the despair of mortals facing disaster.

He decided to cultivate the Trilobite Men as carriers of mythical blood, extracting it generation after generation.

Until the day of his success.

"No, that's not right!"

"Not just the Trilobite Men, but also the People of the Abyss."

"And the demon race too."

The Little Person in the Bottle had found his goal and ideal, filled with enthusiasm.

To realize his dream, he was willing to go to any lengths, regardless of the consequences.

But perhaps the Little Person hadn't considered the implications of his actions.

He treated the Trilobite Men as vessels for cultivating mythical blood, much like how the Trilobite Men's food workshops cultivated plankton to make food paste, intending to harvest the Trilobite Men as food.

In the end, when he had accumulated enough mythical blood, perhaps he too would fall under Yin Shen's harvesting scythe?

In the abandoned city at the foot of the Sacred Mountain.

During the day, not a sound could be heard in the entire ruined city, save for the whistle of wind through the streets.

But as night fell, mysterious figures emerged one by one from the shadows of the dilapidated city.

They carried oil lamps, quietly passing through hidden passages to gather in an underground palace.

Here stood the Original Sin Temple, one of the three great temples of the Ghost Cult.

Among the many Trilobite Men in gray robes, the three High Priests of the Ghost Cult stepped forward, and everyone bowed.

In God-Descended City, one High Priest had sacrificed himself for the God of Knowledge, becoming a ghost and returning to the realm of the God of Knowledge, so they had just selected a new High Priest.

The three High Priests approached the statue of the God of Knowledge.

It was a massive door, carved with a giant human figure or tree.

"Let us begin!"

"Let us offer our devotion and faith to the great God of Knowledge."

All members of the Ghost Cult prayed in the Original Sin Temple, beseeching the deity to grant them power.

Their fervor knew no bounds; they yearned for eternal life in the realm of the God of Knowledge, seeing it as their ultimate reward after death.

Their prayers were accompanied by frenzied shouts.

The giant door-statue slowly opened, and colorful light flooded the entire Original Sin Temple.

The devotees within the temple grew even more fervent.

At this moment, the voice of the God of Knowledge resonated in the minds of the three High Priests.

"My faithful followers."

"I shall grant you even greater power, the true power of this world."

"That is to say!"

"The power of God."

Light shone upon the three High Priests as the Little Person in the Bottle bestowed his power upon his followers.

Mythical blood, like light dust, could be seen falling from the statue of the God of Knowledge, flowing continuously into the three High Priests.

The aura of the three High Priests immediately began to rise from third-level Seal Priests, constantly elevating.

Their brains, under the erosion of mythical blood, gradually transformed into mythical organs.

New fourth-level God's Grace Priests emerged.

However, their divine grace came from the God of Knowledge.

The transformation of their mythical blood didn't originate from themselves, but was bestowed by the God of Knowledge.

Their power was thus limited and constrained, also controlled and enslaved by the God of Knowledge.

But for these fanatical followers, this wasn't a problem at all.

The three High Priests let out ecstatic, manic howls, their entire bodies trembling and contorting, tears streaming from their eyes.

"Merciful God!"

"Thank you for your grace, may your glory forever shine upon me. I willingly offer you my faith and life."

"God of Knowledge! You are the true God who holds the truth!"

The three new High Priests of the Ghost Cult were given different names and duties according to the power bestowed by the God of Knowledge.

The Original Sin High Priest possessed the power of the Light of Original Sin, able to control and create ghost bodies, and was the priest with the strongest combat power.

The Truth High Priest controlled all knowledge, possessing the power to open the Door of Truth, mastering most of the divine techniques that had appeared in this world.

The Divine Contract High Priest possessed the power of contracts, able to bind all servants and followers who had made contracts with the God of Knowledge through these contracts.

This time, the Little Person in the Bottle was so generous in his bestowal, releasing nearly half of the mythical blood he had plundered to create three fourth-level divine graces.

It was evident that the Little Person in the Bottle no longer regarded these Ghost Cult members as toys.

But as tools.

The Little Person in the Bottle conveyed his divine oracle to the three High Priests.

"From now on, I no longer need blood sacrifices."

"I want to become the master of Yinsai, the master of the Abyss Kingdom."

"Go and tell everyone, believing in me will grant eternal life, sacrificing to me will grant knowledge, and returning to my realm after death will grant an afterlife."

"Original Sin High Priest, you will preach in Yinsai, use the power I've given you to let those people know of God's existence."

"Truth High Priest, you will go to the realm of the People of the Abyss to preach, let those sinners bathe in God's glory again."

"Divine Contract High Priest, you will remain in the Original Sin Temple, cultivating more of the demon race, even Demon Kings."

"Let the demon race become our strength."

"We obey your divine oracle, Great God of Knowledge," they declared in unison.

The Island of Mist.

The Temple of Truth.

It rained heavily that day, with dark clouds covering the distant sea, and pouring rain enveloping the entire island and sea surface.

The dark clouds hung very low, so low they seemed to connect with the sea surface.

It was as if a monster was devouring the distant sky and sea, turning everything into darkness.

However, inside the Temple of Truth, there was a scene of jubilation.

Warm candlelight, steaming food and snacks, students sitting at long tables expectantly looking towards the corridor exit, or salivating at the food.

Some tutors and assistants sat at another table, while others stood waiting in the corridor.

Soon after, Lan, the second-generation Sage of Truth, emerged from the long corridor and took his place at the front of the hall.

Behind him followed a pair of sisters.

They were the up-and-coming stars of the Temple of Truth in Yinsai, the two youngest third-level Seal Priests.

The elder sister Vivien, and the younger sister Anli.

Sage Lan looked at everyone, and his first words were:

"I have grown old..."

The students and tutors immediately laughed: "Lord Lan is still very young, younger than all of us."

"How can Lord Lan be old? He's a God's Grace Priest."

"The Sage is joking with us again."

Lan raised his hand, and the hall immediately fell silent.

"But, we must always cultivate new blood."

"The Temple of Truth is not just my Temple of Truth, nor can it be supported by me alone."

"You've all been slacking off recently. After me, no new God's Grace Priests have appeared."

"This shouldn't be the case."

"I hope more geniuses will emerge among you, that you'll strive harder to explore the truth, and more practically realize the will and ideals of the Saint."

"Only when each of you inherits the will of the Saint can truth spread throughout the world, and the light of civilization illuminate every dark corner."

Lan's words immediately elicited a wave of applause.

"Today, I will bestow the Art of God's Grace upon two people."

"I hope that after receiving the Art of God's Grace, they will study diligently and become fourth-level God's Grace Priests as soon as possible."

"Become that beam of light illuminating civilization."

As soon as Lan finished speaking, he turned to look at someone behind him.

He took out a branding scroll and handed it to Anli.

"Anli," he began, "this is the Art of God's Grace. It's based on the theory my teacher provided, which I have finally brought to fruition."

"You are the most talented student I have ever seen. You have already reached the late stage of the third level. I hope you can study this scroll of the Art of God's Grace carefully and become a fourth-level God's Grace Priest soon."

The younger sister Anli was bestowed with the Art of God's Grace. She was the most talented figure since the establishment of the Temple of Truth, the most likely to become a fourth-level God's Grace Priest after Lan.

"Thank you, teacher," Anli said.

She held the scroll high in her hands, full of pride.

Compared to the feeling of gaining power, she cared more about the envious and admiring gazes of others.

Then, Lan looked at the other person.

"Vivien."

Vivien walked up to her teacher Lan. Lan didn't speak for a long time, just staring at her.

This banquet, on the surface, was just for bestowing the Art of God's Grace.

In reality, it was also about choosing Lan's own successor.

The appearance of the Little Person in the Bottle had put tremendous pressure on Lan. During the battle in God-Descended City, if it hadn't been for the Blood Plague's final block, he might have truly died on the spot.

He had been thinking then, what if he died?

What would become of the Temple of Truth in the future?

Lan had initially intended to designate just one successor, but in the end, he chose two. He was still in the process of observing and evaluating them, uncertain of his final decision.

Because although Anli was more talented and seemed certain to become the next God's Grace Priest,

Perhaps due to her exceptional talent, she was very arrogant and willful.

Moreover, unlike most students who came to the Temple of Truth when they were almost adults, she had come to the Temple of Truth shortly after becoming aware, growing up on the Island of Mist from a young age.

She was surrounded by many talented priests and noble-born individuals, making it difficult for her to empathize with the lives of ordinary people. She often even said things similar to "why don't they eat meat?"

In comparison, Lan favored Vivien more. Her personality was tenacious, with a kind of persistence that ordinary people didn't possess.

She was more suitable to be the inheritor of his and the Saint's will.

The only pity was...

Her talent fell far short of Anli's. Even with the Temple of Truth's resources tilted in her favor, becoming a third-level Seal Priest had already exhausted her potential.

"While your natural talent may not match Anli's, your dedication and work ethic are unparalleled," Lan said, his voice filled with admiration.

"Moreover, you are the owner of the Miracle Tool, the Magic Wheel House."

"I believe in you. You will surely create another miracle."

Vivien accepted the scroll: "Thank you for your trust, teacher. I won't disappoint you."

After bestowing the Art of God's Grace scrolls, Sage of Truth Lan brought up another matter.

"In addition, the evil being calling itself the God of Knowledge has become increasingly rampant, even directly attempting to target His Majesty the King."

"To counter this threat, the kingdom needs to establish a Demon-Hunting Squad of one hundred people. Their mission will be twofold: to investigate all followers of the God of Knowledge and to sever these evil people's erosion of Yinsai."

Everyone's expression immediately became solemn. The last time the God of Knowledge went to God-Descended City, it nearly caused a massive disaster.

The unparalleled power it displayed also instilled fear in people's hearts.

Now, the Ghost Cult and the God of Knowledge had become the greatest threat to the Temple of Truth, and also the greatest threat to the Trilobite Men.

"The matter has been decided, and I have already selected the personnel."

"Captain Vivien, Vice-Captain Anli."

"Many of you are also on the list. The Nine Great Ritual Temples will also dispatch people to join the Demon-Hunting Squad."

Lan spoke with utmost seriousness: "But my expectations for you are not just about targeting and eliminating these evil individuals. I hope you can become role models for the Temple of Truth, showing everyone how the ideals of the Temple of Truth and the Saint are put into practice."

"In fact, I hope that one day you will be able to storm that ghost-infested lair."

"And reclaim our Sacred Mountain and God-Servant City."

Hearing these words, everyone present was filled with burning passion.

"Sage, we will definitely accomplish this."

"Reclaim the Sacred Mountain!"

"Eliminate the evil spirits!"

Many people at the tables below stood up and shouted.

If they could reclaim the Sacred Mountain and God-Servant City, they would not only become heroes of all Yinsai but also go down in history.

As young people possessing the power of the Wisdom Ability and divine techniques,

Who among them was content with mediocrity? How could they not have dreams and ambitions?

As the names on the list were read out one by one, people in the hall continuously stood up, greeting those around them.

Those chosen were not necessarily the most powerful, but they were certainly the priests most skilled in combat, and each of them had their own demon companion.

Some had fire demons, some had wing demons, and some had stone demons.

Although most were not adult demons, these innately supernatural creatures were powerful enough to help them in dealing with some urgent situations or when they needed to travel quickly.

Anli walked behind Vivien: "Sister."

"I'm finally leaving the Island of Mist. I want to do great things with you."

Vivien patted Anli's head: "Mm!"

"Let's work hard together!"

Anli said loudly: "I will definitely storm the Sacred Mountain, defeat that so-called God of Knowledge, and let everyone know how formidable I am."

Vivien smiled. Her sister had been in the Temple of Truth all along and had never witnessed the power of that Little Person in the Bottle.

Once she saw it, she probably wouldn't be able to say such naive things anymore.

After the banquet, Lan found Vivien.

He spoke to her very seriously and solemnly about a matter: "This time, making you the captain of the Demon-Hunting Squad is not only because I trust you but also for another reason."

"I'm entrusting you with a very important task, and it's a task that possibly only you can complete."

Vivien asked, somewhat puzzled: "Why is it a task that only I can complete?"

She didn't feel she had anything special about her at all.

Lan's expression turned grave. "Tell me, Vivien, what do you know about Blood Plague Stuen?"

Vivien nodded: "He's an incredibly powerful being who could fight on par with the consciousness projection of the Little Person in the Bottle, Anhofus."

Lan continued: "Do you know the source of his immense power? Or where he came from?"

Vivien could only say uncertainly: "I've only heard that he's related to that group of Witch Doctors."

As soon as the Blood Plague appeared, it was with Stuen's name, and it first appeared in the Dark River region.

Moreover, many of his powers were very similar to those of the Witch Doctors.

This naturally led people to associate him with the Witch Doctors.

Lan hesitated for a moment, then took out the information and situation he had investigated: "These are some events that occurred in the city before the ghost disaster broke out in Cross City."

"Haven't you always wanted to know what exactly happened in Cross City back then?"

Vivien nodded: "But teacher, you've always said that because everyone in Cross City died, no one knows what actually happened?"

Lan shook his head: "Actually, I've recently learned some details, but I haven't told you yet."

"On the night the ghost disaster occurred, someone saw a river of blood flowing out of Cross City, identical to the blood river that Blood Plague Stuen transforms into. I believe there can't be a second one with such characteristics."

"More importantly, when fighting that evil being in God-Descended City earlier,"

"I heard that evil being call out the Blood Plague's name with his own mouth."

Lan turned his head to look at Vivien and said,

"Do you know? When he addressed the Blood Plague, he didn't say Stuen."

"But — Lester."

Vivien couldn't believe it at all. She shook her head repeatedly.

"Lester?"

"How is that possible?"

"The Lester from Cross City? Didn't he die in the ghost disaster?"

Vivien was very familiar with Lester. Her family lived not far from Lester's.

In Vivien's memory, he was a responsible doctor. It was he who guided her to find the Witch Doctors who saved her sister's life.

From letters from her hometown, Vivien knew he had gone to the House of Witch Doctors to study medicine and returned to serve his hometown after completing his studies.

She heard people call him the Holy Hands.

She couldn't believe that such a warm and upright person would eventually become a mad monster like Blood Plague Stuen.

Lan shook his head: "Actually, you only know the first half of the story."

"Shortly before the disaster, Holy Hands Lester created a panacea to save his wife, but the panacea wasn't as effective as imagined, turning people into neither dead nor alive zombies."

"He eventually became a person everyone in Cross City wanted to beat. His wife was said to be the first patient to use the panacea. I guess she must have suffered the so-called backlash of the panacea like others."

"We just don't know what exactly happened on the day of the ghost disaster, and what role Lester played in this catastrophe."

"The birth of Blood Plague Stuen and his intense hatred for the Little Person in the Bottle remain mysteries. But according to my deduction,"

"Blood Plague Stuen is very likely related to Lester, and it's even possible..."

"He is Lester!"

Vivien felt a bit dizzy. The truth was so terrible and cruel.

She didn't even need to think much to feel the horror and despair her former friend must have experienced.

She could only lower her head and let out a soft sigh.

"Lester."

Lan patted Vivien's shoulder: "Don't overthink it."

"The information I've provided you isn't necessarily all correct."

"In the end, you need to prove and confirm it yourself. I hope you can find Blood Plague Stuen and bring him to our side."

"Whether he is Lester or not, if we can use his power to deal with that evil being, we will have more assurance in our plan to deal with the Little Person in the Bottle, Anhofus."

Vivien thought of another way: "Why not find those Witch Doctors and have them tell us the whole truth directly?"

Lan shook his head: "I've already been there, but the Witch Doctors are unwilling to interact with us."

"They always remain independent from the world, not wanting to interfere in our affairs."

"And..."

"They are six fourth-level Bone Demons. Unless necessary, I don't want to antagonize them."

Vivien was stunned: "Six fourth-level demons?"

"How is that possible?"

This powerful force was enough to sweep across all of Yinsai.

Except for the Little Person in the Bottle and the Blood Plague, these two beings clearly not belonging to the mortal realm, no one could deal with them.

Vivien suddenly remembered her first encounter with the Witch Doctors. At that time, the Witch Doctors were on a hot air balloon house flying in the sky, and she saw the legendary messenger of God.

Could it be that the existence of the Witch Doctors was also related to the legendary Dream Realm Guardian, the messenger at the right hand of God's throne?

Lan also said: "This world hides too many secrets. The more we explore, the more we feel how small we are."

Vivien raised her head.

"Teacher!"

"I believe that no matter how many mysteries there are, we can unravel them one by one and find our own answers."

"Just like our current enemy, the Little Person in the Bottle, Anhofus. I believe that one day we will be able to defeat it."

"At that time,"

"We will emerge transformed, becoming a stronger civilization."

Just at this moment, the rain at the edge of the sky stopped.

The darkness gradually receded, and the darkness at the edge of the sky turned into a dazzling gold.

The light penetrated through the dampness and mist, refracting brilliant rosy clouds in the sea of clouds.

"Teacher," Vivien exclaimed, pointing to the sky. "Look, the sun has come out!"

Lan also smiled: "Yes! The sun has come out."