# Chapter 10: Choice
Su Xiao examined the black cube in his hand. He estimated that if this thing didn't come from another world, then it was almost certainly created by the Steam God Church.
Checking the attributes of [Sacred Divider], some confusing information appeared.
[Sacred Divider]
Origin: Void·Second Era·Alchemical Civilization.
Quality: World Rank.
Durability: 139/1970 points.
Equipment Effect: Conversion (Active) - Activate this equipment to break the seal, convert the current location, allowing the user to enter the "Pseudo-Realm." If in a specific area, can enter the "Deep World."
Pseudo-Realm: A world constructed between spirit, dream, and elemental forces. If entering in spirit form, you can affect things within the Pseudo-Realm. If entering physically, you cannot affect anything within the Pseudo-Realm, and nothing in the Pseudo-Realm can affect you. You will temporarily visit and pass through this place as a "Guest."
Deep World: Hidden areas in certain regions that cannot be entered or perceived through ordinary means.
Note: "Pseudo-Realm" is a region leaning toward illusion and spirit. "Deep World" is a physically existing dimensional plane, only existing in a hidden manner.
Note: Each activation of this item consumes 1 ounce of Space-Time Power.
Warning: Do not use this item frequently.
Description: Gloomy Continent·God Era, Healing Church·Archbishop commissioned this item at great cost from the Alchemical Civilization. Unfortunately, it did not achieve the expected effect and could not separate "Dead Silence City," because the root of death lies right here. Either choose to accept fate, sit upon that throne symbolizing death, or face endless death and overcome endless death.
Su Xiao closed [Sacred Divider]. The significance of this item was substantial, its value divided into two parts: first, the item's own function, and second, the information given in its description.
First was the effect of [Sacred Divider]. This thing could break open the "Pseudo-Realm," allowing living beings to enter it in physical form. It sounded somewhat illusory and ethereal. In plain terms, the function of this item was similar to the principle of Baha entering alternate space.
Except that after Su Xiao entered the Pseudo-Realm via [Sacred Divider], he would at most be passing through. He couldn't affect the Pseudo-Realm, and things or spirits within the Pseudo-Realm couldn't affect him either.
As for what use entering the Pseudo-Realm had, Su Xiao wasn't clear for now. Unless necessary, he wouldn't waste precious Space-Time Power to enter it.
Although Su Xiao couldn't use Space-Time Power much at present, having stored over 500 ounces, looking at how Kaiser treated this resource gave a rough idea of its value. Better to save more, no mistake.
Opening the Pseudo-Realm was only one function of [Sacred Divider]. This item also had another use: in certain places, it could open the "Deep World" there.
The so-called Deep World was essentially hidden areas in some places. If the entire material world was compared to a flat ground, then the "Deep World" was like hidden caves in some locations. At first glance, the ground appeared flat, but lifting the cover there revealed a hidden cave beneath.
And [Sacred Divider]'s function was both to sense nearby 'caves,' i.e., the "Deep World," and to open them, allowing Su Xiao to enter.
Of course, this kind of "Deep World" was not large in scope. The smaller ones were about the size of a room, while larger ones were at most the size of a hall or plaza.
Simply put, [Sacred Divider] was usually useless, but its item description revealed quite a bit of information.
First, during this world's God Era, the Healing Church already existed. This meant that during the Disaster Era, the Healing Church wasn't founded but re-established.
What was more concerning was whether the Archbishop of that period was one of the two old immortals currently in power at the Healing Church.
If so, the Archbishop hadn't just lived for a few hundred years, or even a thousand years.
Even more intriguing was that during the peak of the Gloomy Continent, this place not only knew about the Void and other external worlds but could also contact the Second Era·Alchemical Civilization to commission items there.
This point represented something very important: this world's original rank was definitely not Eighth Rank. That the Gloomy Continent was once a Ninth Rank world could basically be confirmed.
But Su Xiao suspected whether this place had once been a Ninth Rank Transcendent Primordial World, of the same tier as Doom Star, Wind Sea Continent, and the Night Temptation Witch Guild.
If so, then the current danger of the Gloomy Continent and Root·Dead Silence City wasn't that they were more dangerous than before, but that compared to their former danger level, they had decreased to a tolerable degree.
This gave Su Xiao a conjecture: could it be that the Gloomy Continent, this place that was once a Transcendent Primordial World, after the spread of death, consumed massive resources, and many top powerhouses paid with their lives to permanently seal this place?
If so, everything would make sense. Why was Dead Silence City so dangerous, yet only Eighth Rank could enter here? It was because to prevent being completely eroded by death, this place executed self-permanent sealing. Only by maintaining the current Eighth Rank peak, but not Ninth Rank world rank, could death be contained, achieving balance, allowing this world to continue existing in dangerous equilibrium.
Su Xiao even suspected whether the branch Dead Silence Cities appearing in other worlds were this world 'draining water' to the outside to relieve the pressure of death's spread.
For example, Black Throne Continent and Canglong Continent had been dumped with a certain amount of death, thus forming branch Dead Silence Cities, gradually encroaching on those worlds.
Although the cause of death's outbreak was still unclear, how this world fought against death during the God Era could be roughly guessed.
First was the permanent sealing of this world, commonly called self-dimensional reduction strike. While lowering this world's combat power ceiling, it correspondingly reduced the destructiveness of death force. The ceiling was only that high. Death force, as an energy within this world, though terrifying, couldn't break through this world's ceiling in a short time.
Su Xiao felt that simply lowering the ceiling couldn't contain death. At this very moment, there must be some existence, in a place no one knew, alone sealing the root of death. Otherwise, High Wall City wouldn't have its current peace and prosperity.
The two old immortals, the Healing Church's Archbishop and Holy Priest, were likely crucial figures of that era during the God Era. Heaven knows how many years they had lived to survive until now.
The Healing Church worshipped the God of Eternal Life. These two words "Eternal Life" seemed to be fulfilled in the Archbishop and Holy Priest.
Su Xiao didn't know the situation with the Holy Priest. As for the Archbishop, he had met him once before. The feeling the Archbishop gave him was that this old man was very tired but couldn't find release.
Putting away [Sacred Divider], this thing would definitely be useful later. Su Xiao looked at the Mirror Evil Spirit, considering whether to silence it.
After staring at the Mirror Evil Spirit for a moment, Su Xiao signaled for Hugh to open a Space Ghost Gate. The Mirror Evil Spirit was still useful. First, within its soul body, he had left soul energy that could be activated and detonated at any time. Second, he could later have the Mirror Evil Spirit steal certain items or intelligence.
Su Xiao looked out the window. If it were only the first two reasons, he wouldn't keep the Mirror Evil Spirit. Killing it directly would be most worry-free. But the current situation was somewhat marvelous, worth observing.
Seeing Su Xiao leave, the Mirror Evil Spirit's aura twisted. Its resentful gaze clearly indicated it wanted revenge. But after a moment, it cursed in a strange language and fell silent. As the saying goes, endure a moment, the more you think, the angrier; take a step back, the more you think, the more you lose. It wasn't that it had chickened out, but it really couldn't win, so this matter was temporarily dropped.
"I'll give you a little flower."
A little girl wearing a flower crown spoke. Her skin was as white as a porcelain doll. Her hands clutched a small flower, raised to give to the Mirror Evil Spirit.
The Mirror Evil Spirit, which had been full of resentment, suddenly had its aura calm. It warily watched the little girl in front from within the mirror, not daring to move a muscle.
Compared to the celestial being·Little Flower who had coincidentally arrived here, the Mirror Evil Spirit was completely small fry level. Or rather, among everyone present just now, except for Little Flower being somewhat wary of Su Xiao, she could give a little flower to anyone else.
Little Flower looked left and right. Perhaps feeling the Mirror Evil Spirit wasn't tasty, she appeared at the bedroom door the next second. After pushing it open, her completely black eyes showed a different gaze.
Heaven knows what kind of evil had befallen Liz's new home. First, the Mirror Evil Spirit had taken up residence here. Now came the big shot Little Flower. If more bizarre existences came later, Liz would truly become a director—a director of a supernatural creature containment facility.
...
East District, 16th Street, Paxi Hotel.
Thump thump thump.
In the red-carpeted corridor, the hotel cleaner knocked on room 309's door. After a moment, the door opened a crack. A few banknotes were thrown out. The cleaner picked them up and walked away as if nothing had happened.
Inside the room, Dragon God·Dean looked somewhat dejected. He sat on a chair, his left arm hanging limply. It was less an arm and more a combination of flesh and bone in the shape of an arm. The soul corresponding to this left arm had been severed. No matter how strong the physical recovery, it was useless against this.
"Bullshit Blade Grandmaster."
Dragon God·Dean spoke. His mood right now could only be described as wanting to vomit. Fighting against Technique Type powerhouses was like this. These brain-damaged freaks invested several times the resources in the early stages to cultivate technique abilities that weren't particularly outstanding in combat. By the mid-stage, technique abilities were still acceptable except for being especially good at fighting.
But by the late stage, blade techniques severed souls, sword techniques severed hearts. Other technique system abilities also had their differences.
And now, what Dragon God·Dean faced was the aftermath of soul severing. The soul of his left arm and left dragon wing had been cut off. The left arm was manageable, but the left dragon wing was a big problem. Many of his abilities required dragon wings to execute.
Thump thump thump~
The door was knocked again, making Dragon God·Dean frown impatiently.
"How's your condition?"
A somewhat treacherous voice came from outside the door. Hearing this, Dragon God·Dean warily asked, "Who?"
As he spoke, Dragon God raised his right index finger, crimson gathering at the fingertip, ready to shoot a beam and pierce the visitor's head at any moment.
"The Wadi family failed. We're all temporary collaborators on that side. Maybe we can temporarily cooperate?"
Hearing this, Dragon God prepared to kill to silence. The Wadi family was now a rat crossing the street. Whoever got involved with them would be unlucky.
"You're lucky. The one seeking cooperation is a doctor."
The visitor's words made the crimson at Dragon God's fingertip stop gathering and gradually dim.
"Don't force it. Being wounded in the soul by the Treatment Institute's Vice Director, being able to hold out this long already shows astonishing willpower."
Hearing this, Dragon God opened the door. A thin, small old man in a dirty white coat came into view.
"You are?"
"Call me Doctor Wofu."
Kaiser, holding a medical kit with one hand, smiled warmly. He looked Dragon God up and down, then said arrogantly, "Move, don't block the way."
Under Dragon God's astonished gaze, Kaiser walked into the room, incidentally stepping on Dragon God's foot.
"I'm just too kind. Seeing guys like you with a death face, I can't bear to watch you die."
Kaiser was completely unceremonious, making Dragon God·Dean's face somewhat embarrassed, but he didn't flare up.
"This is a secret medicine for treating soul wounds. If you're afraid I poisoned it, pour it down the toilet."
Kaiser sat on a single sofa, crossed his legs, and directly picked up the expensive red wine on the table. He looked like a goblin turned human wearing a white coat, with no trace of a doctor's demeanor.
Dragon God·Dean felt speechless, but he had to admit one problem: aside from this unreliable secret medicine, he had no way to recover his soul damage.
After quietly using several items to test, Dragon God·Dean picked up the secret medicine on the table and drank it in one gulp. He had no choice.
Dragon God endured the nausea churning in his stomach. The next second, his left arm felt immense heat. The previously formed left arm cracked open with a popping sound, falling to the ground as dry debris. A new arm gradually grew.
A few minutes later, Dragon God·Dean moved his newly grown left arm and tried to grow dragon scales on it. He did so without any difficulty, as if this left arm was his original one.
Dragon God·Dean looked at Kaiser, his gaze already different. He couldn't help but sincerely exclaim, "Miracle doctor!"
Hearing this, Kaiser felt lighter by two ounces, his crossed leg almost reaching the back of his neck.
"My secret medicine, the first bottle is free, but the dosage is only enough to recover your left arm. For your left back, that is, the soul wound on your left wing, you need to drink the second bottle of secret medicine."
Kaiser sighed, looking helpless.
"Doctor Wofu worked hard to prepare the secret medicine. Name your compensation."
"Really?"
"Of course."
"Then I will. 150,000 Soul Coins per bottle."
Kaiser smiled slyly, rubbing his hands. Hearing this price, Dragon God·Dean across showed difficulty, saying, "This price... is high."
Hearing this, Kaiser still looked treacherous on the surface, but his heart trembled. According to his four-out-nineteen-in calculation method, this guy across was far richer than imagined.
First, everyone knew Apocalypse Paradise was rich in resources. Second, Dragon God·Dean's strength was indeed formidable. He had charged into the Treatment Institute alone, losing an arm and a wing, yet still retreated.
More importantly, Dragon God·Dean had been testing before, not using all his means. If Su Xiao was in normal state at peak combat power, then Dragon God·Dean excelled at bursts. He had several methods that were burst-type short-duration abilities. Once fighting to the death, he would definitely stack a bunch of buffs.
With such strength, Dragon God·Dean's treatment in Apocalypse Paradise was completely imaginable.
After some negotiation, Dragon God·Dean bought the second bottle of secret medicine for 100,000 Soul Coins.
The moment the transaction was completed, Dragon God·Dean's eyes suddenly turned into vertical pupils. This clearly meant he was about to turn hostile. Although wealthy, he wasn't a fool.
Almost simultaneously, the Abyssal Jar appeared in Kaiser's hands, enlarged a few sizes. Kaiser put it over his head, becoming one with the jar.
Seeing this, Dragon God·Dean across the coffee table fell silent.
...
That afternoon, Treatment Institute Headquarters, Vice Director's Office.
Su Xiao checked the time. His previously scheduled time was 2 PM to blow up the Wadi Estate. Now the Healing Church, Steam God Church, and High Wall Council were all gathering personnel. Ostensibly to stop Su Xiao from blowing up the Wadi Estate, but actually using Stigmata abilities as the core to set up a super-large barrier, covering the Wadi Estate and surrounding buildings.
There was still time to spare. Su Xiao looked at Liz, who was busy behind the desk in the opposite corner, and said, "Liz, take half a day off today."
Hearing this, Liz, busy approving documents, felt uneasy. She had just caused trouble yesterday, and today she was getting time off. No wonder she was uneasy.
"Go to the storage and get two bottles of good wine. Come with me to the Grand Cathedral."
Hearing Su Xiao's words, Liz felt relieved. Soon, she was waiting downstairs with two bottles of wine.
Bubu Wang drove. The steam vehicle, exclusively sold by the Steam God Church, started. Its roar was like a steel beast. In critical moments, this was a weapon, used to ram enemies in supernatural incidents.
The Treatment Institute Headquarters wasn't far from the Grand Cathedral. The vehicle stopped after over ten minutes. Getting out, Su Xiao walked up the wide steps ahead. Although the Grand Cathedral was the Healing Church's representative building, it had no guards or such.
The entire cathedral had 12 floors. Commoners coming to pray could move freely on the first and second floors. Only clergy could enter the third to tenth floors. The top two floors were accessible only to a few people. Su Xiao was clearly among those few.
First reaching the third underground level, passing through multiple checkpoints guarded by church knights, Su Xiao arrived before a very vintage elevator.
Click~
A church knight beside pulled the mechanism lever. From the shaft came the clanking sound of chain friction. Soon, the elevator arrived and stopped.
Entering the elevator with Bubu Wang and Liz, it started. Throughout the entire cathedral, only this elevator could reach the 11th floor. And the entire 11th and 12th floors were nearly completely sealed. Years ago, when the Healing Church and Steam God Church went to war, the other side couldn't break through here.
When the elevator stopped, Su Xiao stepped out. Before him was a long corridor. Walking forward, metal doors lined both sides. Each door had a name. Inside were their ashes or remains. For those whose remains couldn't be recovered, weapons or other personal items were used instead.
If someone well-versed in this world's history came here, they would be shocked to find that the names on these doors were the representative strongest of each era. And here, they were the Chosen Ones, failed Chosen Ones who ventured deep into death and returned in defeat, or simply never returned.
Walking to the end of the corridor, following the stairs, Su Xiao reached the 12th floor. Its area was only one-tenth of the 11th floor, circular overall. The furnishings inside were simple and ancient. Five stone seats against the wall were distributed around the perimeter. At the center was the statue of the God of Eternal Life, about three meters tall, already covered with many cracks.
"What brings you to visit us two old immortals?"
On one of the five stone seats sat the Archbishop. For some reason, compared to when Su Xiao last saw him, Su Xiao felt his complexion was much worse, and he appeared aged. He... seemed about to die of old age?
Su Xiao had Liz go out first. As soon as she went downstairs, the Archbishop said, "This child's fate is changing."
"..."
Su Xiao didn't speak, just raised his hand holding two bottles of wine. Seeing this, the Archbishop slowly shook his head and said, "Give it to that old hag to drink."
"Oh."
Su Xiao went to a wooden door before the wall. Pushing it open, a dry secret chamber came into view. It was about 20 square meters, nearly empty except for one person.
A blanket was spread on the floor. An old woman sat on it, also wrapped in a blanket. Her hair was white and messy, her face full of wrinkles. This old woman was one of the two highest authorities of the Healing Church, the Holy Priest.
Powerful, extremely pure power, like a beast's power. Su Xiao estimated that if he fought to the death with the Holy Priest, the odds were 40-60. His win rate was 40, the Holy Priest's 60.
Su Xiao sat cross-legged opposite the Holy Priest, placing only one wine glass. Opening a bottle, he filled the glass.
The Holy Priest opened one eye. Seeing it was Su Xiao with golden vertical pupils, she closed it. She picked up the wine glass, drank it in one gulp. After putting down the glass, she tapped it with her clawed fingertip, meaning another round.
Su Xiao filled another glass. The Holy Priest picked it up, still with eyes closed, and drank it in one gulp. Soon, the two bottles of good wine were finished by the Holy Priest.
"Give me that causal object. I'll go to the depths of death for you. You're so young, dying in there isn't worth it. An old thing like me, dying is nothing."
The Holy Priest spoke in a hoarse voice that was uncomfortable to hear.
"They've already targeted me."
Su Xiao spoke. The reason he went to Dead Silence City was because those Death People had targeted him. Someone else going wouldn't help.
"Is that so? Then you're really unlucky. Get lost. Next time bring strong liquor. This time's wine is as weak as water."
As if remembering something, the Holy Priest suddenly said, "Wait."
The Holy Priest's right arm, at an unscientific reverse joint angle, reached behind into an iron box and grabbed a leather pouch, throwing it to Su Xiao.
"I probably don't have long to live. Your gain."
[Prompt: You have obtained 1372 Ancient Gold Coins.]
Su Xiao caught the flying leather pouch. Saying nothing else, he turned to leave.
"Come back alive, okay."
Su Xiao paused in his steps, then pushed open the secret chamber door and left.
"Hehehehe, got scolded by that crazy woman, huh."
The Archbishop spoke with some schadenfreude.
"..."
Su Xiao looked at the Archbishop. These two old things from the Healing Church were probably the key to Root·Dead Silence City. Therefore, continuing to hide certain things would be counterproductive. If this place was once a Ninth Rank Transcendent Primordial World, and the Archbishop was from that era, then some things didn't need to be hidden.
"I'm not the Treatment Institute's Vice Director."
Su Xiao spoke, his hand already unconsciously resting on his sword hilt. He said this because he felt the old man across had probably already guessed this.
"That doesn't matter, not at all. Compared to the Treatment Institute's Vice Director, as a Chosen One, you're closer to us. But I'm very glad you're willing to tell us this voluntarily."
The Archbishop looked Su Xiao up and down, then said, "No need to hide. Let me see what your causal object is? You're not from this world. Without a causal object, you wouldn't become a Chosen One. No one would be that unlucky."
Hearing this, Su Xiao raised his left arm, pulled the sleeve to his elbow, and manifested the always-hidden Black King Bracer.
"Oh? Some king's bracer? This feels like... Black King·Adegesh? Pity, such a pity. Among the many Chosen Ones, his willpower could rank in the top three. Pity his world's rank was too low. He reached the Root Land and was assimilated by death, driven back. If he had been born and grown here, he wouldn't be inferior to you or me."
Speaking here, the Archbishop sighed.
"Where is the Root Land?"
Su Xiao got straight to the point, asking about the location of Root·Dead Silence City.
"Find it yourself. I won't favor you, nor protect them. After leveling the Wadi Estate, it's your duel."
As he spoke, the Archbishop pointed downward, clearly meaning that as Su Xiao continued searching for Root·Dead Silence City, he would come into direct conflict with the Healing Church's high-ranking members. And the Archbishop and Holy Priest wouldn't help either side, because the hostility between the two sides wasn't that of enemies, but of differing philosophies.
"Only one request: don't touch the Saintess lineage. The Saintess lineage is that beast old woman's descendants. Consider it... giving us two old things some face."
"Oh."
"The current administrators of the Healing Church are the conservatives. You represent the radicals. Chosen One, when you reach the deepest part of death, whether to maintain the status quo or challenge death, ultimately, you decide. I chose to maintain the status quo. As Archbishop, how could I dare raise my blade against my god."
As the Archbishop spoke, gray velvet-like substance spread from both sides of his face, tightly sealing his mouth. Some words, some existence seemed not to allow him to say, but the Archbishop had already revealed as much as possible to Su Xiao.
The Archbishop waved outward, signaling Su Xiao to continue his own affairs. He was fine here.
Su Xiao walked out. Along the way, he weighed the large bag of gold coins in his hand. The best Seven Star title in the Title Shop cost just over 1000 Ancient Gold Coins. This time, the intelligence gained wasn't too much, but the Ancient Gold Coin harvest was substantial.
Going down to the 11th floor, Su Xiao saw Bubu Wang and Liz waiting before the elevator at the end of the corridor. He hadn't taken a few steps when a black-red shadow emerged from a nearby metal door. It was a very powerful wraith.
The wraith stared at Su Xiao. After a few seconds, it turned back toward the metal door. Just then, Su Xiao suddenly spoke, "I'll find you a place to stay."
"I'm very bored. What I need more is a disciple. Originally wanted to choose you, but forget it. Who would teach whom? I'm not sure."
The wraith spoke. This was a Chosen One who had once ventured deep into Root·Dead Silence City and returned severely wounded. After death, due to strong soul power, his soul body had persisted until now. This wraith brother had been on the 11th floor of the Grand Cathedral for who knows how many years, very bored.
"I'll find you a disciple."
Su Xiao pointed toward Bubu Wang and Liz.
"The talent isn't bad, but it's a dog. How would it control soul threads? With dog paws?"
The wraith brother examined Bubu Wang, hesitating. Seeing this, Su Xiao added, "The other one."
"Her? She doesn't seem very suitable for 'Soul Stigmata.' But her talent is indeed not bad."
The wraith brother clearly wasn't keen on taking Liz as a disciple.
"Her home is very lively. Has quite a few tenants."
"Tenants?"
The wraith brother became interested.
"She has an evil spirit at home, a celestial being, and a dangerous ancient bronze mirror."
"Sss~"
The wraith brother sucked in a cold breath. His look at Liz was clearly different. He couldn't understand how she survived in such a lively home.
Liz's home gained another tenant. Following the ancient magic mirror, Mirror Evil Spirit, and Little Flower, now came an old wraith that had existed for over 200 years.
A moment later, the elevator vibrated, slowly descending. Amid the mechanism's operation sounds, Su Xiao said, "I found you a master."
"Huh?"
Liz pointed at herself, unsure if Su Xiao was talking to her.
"When you're home, don't allow any of those four to go to the second floor. They'll restrain each other."
"Huh?"
Liz was even more confused. Four? What four?
Ignoring Liz's reaction, Su Xiao continued in a calm tone:
"If you want, you can collect rent from them. The ancient magic mirror and Little Flower should pay. The Chosen One wraith is your master, no need to collect rent from him. If the Mirror Evil Spirit doesn't pay, have your master talk with it."
Su Xiao arranged this because leaving the ancient magic mirror, Little Flower, and Mirror Evil Spirit at Liz's place was truly improper. And the wraith brother was from the Healing Church, Liz's senior, and about to become Liz's master. He would definitely restrain the ancient magic mirror, Little Flower, and Mirror Evil Spirit.
This way, while ensuring no problems there, it also served as compensation for Liz, who would soon be unable to go home and could only stay in the Treatment Institute dormitory. A master like the wraith brother was something many dreamed of.
Inside the elevator, Liz completely didn't understand what her Vice Director was saying. But she vaguely felt that her new home was in danger!
The elevator stopped. Su Xiao looked at Liz beside him, raised his hand, and patted her shoulder, encouraging, "I believe in you."
Having said that, Su Xiao walked out of the elevator amid Liz's bewildered expression. Liz decided in her heart to go home this afternoon and check. If her new home really had four tenants, she would immediately move to the Treatment Institute dormitory, or simply weakly protest and sleep on the floor in the Vice Director's office.
When the group returned to the Treatment Institute Headquarters, just as Su Xiao got out of the vehicle, a young man wearing a feathered scholar's hat furtively approached. He lowered his voice and said, "Sir, everything is ready."
The young scholar coughed lightly and strode away. This was definitely sent by the Academy faction, meaning the Stigmata barrier around the Wadi Estate was ready.
The sooner this was done, the better. Su Xiao immediately had Hugh open a Space Ghost Gate. He himself, Bubu Wang, Amu, Baha, Old Chaman, Ms. Marina, and even Liz all entered the Space Ghost Gate.
When the spatial fluctuations subsided, a sense of gloom came from above. Purple mist still permeated the Wadi Estate.
Seeing Su Xiao arrive, the Duke and Smoke Lady, standing in the shadows several dozen meters away, didn't appear.
At this moment, the entire Wadi Estate and surrounding buildings were like being covered by an inverted, semi-transparent large bowl. Many Healing Church believers stood outside the barrier's edge, hands raised.
On their backs were connected energy threads. These energy threads extended to many more transcendent beings further back. This was extracting the physical energy of all transcendent beings present, making the barrier more solid and tough.
At the upper front of the barrier, a hole several meters in diameter was deliberately left. One could only say the Academy faction understood. They had even left a hole for throwing explosives in advance.
Su Xiao leaped a few times to a half-collapsed bell tower. Standing there overlooking the Wadi Estate, the view was excellent.
Just then, within the thick purple-black mist at the back courtyard of the Wadi Estate, a huge head with goat horns faintly appeared. Its vertical pupils stared at Su Xiao.
Staring at him = probing his strength = having harmful intent = wanting to kill him = must defend = he was in the right = killing this goat-headed monster was only natural.
After conversion through the Law Destruction formula, Su Xiao immediately stood on the side of reason. He hadn't known who to choose as the main target to blow up. The goat-headed demon's glance at him made his thinking clear.
The goat-headed demon in the thick mist smiled, still with that mocking expression. But that didn't matter. Soon, this goat-headed monster would be praising the sun.