Chapter 403 - Chapter 403: Chapter 383 Spirit Inscriptions (1/2)

Chapter 403: Chapter 383 Spirit Inscriptions

The decomposed soul flowed with a vast amount of memories belonging to the “Silver Poet.”

It was like a perfectly intact cream puff suddenly smashed flat by a heavy hammer, with a large amount of cream splattering out.

“Her memories?”

Instantly, Karl came to know many things.

The “Silver Poet” was one of the five reincarnated witches of the Witch of Demise, found by the followers of the Words of Tranquility since childhood, and forced to cut off her tongue at the age of five, never to speak again.

Most of the higher-ups in the Words of Tranquility were subject to such training since childhood.

Not until she became an Extraordinary Exponent at the Metamorphosis Phase did she regain her tongue, but by then many years had passed, and the “Silver Poet” had long grown accustomed to a life without speaking.

The Words of Tranquility was a secretive cult that worshiped the otherworldly god known as the “Tranquility Songster,” not only in Claud World but also in many worlds throughout the infinite cosmos, all harboring various powers of the Words of Tranquility.

The god they worshiped was one of the great existences among the many otherworldly gods.

Songster!

He had never issued any commands to the Words of Tranquility.

In fact, most otherworldly gods cared little for the thoughts, desires, or considerations of mortals.

In the eyes of otherworldly gods, most mortals were nearly indistinguishable from dust, not even worth noting as insects, with only a few very powerful Extraordinary Exponents barely deemed as “insects.”

And most otherworldly gods had no special thoughts about these “insects.”

Gods like the Chaos Constellation that chose to use mortals and deliberately amused themselves with “insects” were exceedingly rare exceptions.

Just as there are those among humans who take pleasure in playing with crickets.

The followers of the Words of Tranquility took it upon themselves to seek what they called “tranquility,” hoping the great Tranquility Songster would grant them true “tranquility.” Yet in reality, the number of people who achieved their wishes had always been few.

Karl was not interested in so-called “tranquility.”

“That’s nothing but a fantasy of mortals.”

“Tranquility?”

He felt that seizing the “Silver Poet’s” soul and refining it in an instant brought about real “tranquility,” complete thereafter, no longer in need of any thought, even more total than death itself.

The summoned black monolith now floated above Nasir City, exuding a strong sense of familiarity, though Karl was not quite clear about its specifics, only that it had suddenly been brought forth by him.

“As if it had always been inside me.”

The power granted by The Sixth Seal was the ability to inscribe “Inscriptions” upon the black monolith.

These “Spirit Inscriptions” required Spirit Particle Force obtained from the disintegration of souls to serve as “ink,” allowing him to write on the monolith and unleash strange effects.

The effects produced by the “Spirit Inscriptions” would be valid for all of Karl’s followers.

The more Spirit Particle Force one obtained from decomposing souls, the stronger the effect of the “Spirit Inscriptions” written, and the Spirit Particle Force from more powerful souls could also be used to enhance the inscriptions already written.

On the black monolith, the first “Spirit Inscription” Karl wrote was—

“Those who believe in me shall walk a longer path.”

It was a phrase that most mortals could not comprehend at all, recognizable only by the divine and Karl’s devout followers; in fact, most mortals couldn’t even see the black monolith floating in the sky, visible only to those who were followers of Karl and deemed worthy.

When he wrote “Those who believe in me shall walk a longer path,” the potential of all the followers of the Dawn Church on the God Pantheon stairway was enhanced, giving everyone the chance to go further!

“Although I cannot quantify how much the potential of the followers of the Dawn Church has been enhanced, there will definitely be substantial changes.”

“Moreover, if I were to obtain an even more powerful, Heavenly Enlightenment Level soul in the future, I could further enhance the effect of this Spirit Inscription.”

Just then, Karl felt something.

“Lilian…”

Beneath the ancient and tranquil sky, in the profound silence, an unparalleled, heart-stirring scene quietly descended.

In Nasir City, countless followers of the Dawn Church simultaneously looked up, their gazes piercing through the clouds, fixated on the mysterious black monolith that suddenly appeared in the sky.

“Lord of the Lost! What is that!”

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