Three strands of silk thread at Baiyu's waist extend from his Spiritual Land, penetrating into his body from the waist, extremely robust.

Two of the threads are very fine, almost transparent.

The other thread, however, is thick and large, so tough it's frightening; when Baiyu touched it with one hand, a bizarre and funny scene appeared in his mind.

Look at the background.

It should be in the hall of the Legendary Ship.

Erza was drawing a circle array on the ground, with candles lit on it, looking very much like a funeral ritual.

She clasped her hands together, raised them above her head, and continually prayed before a wooden tablet, marked with the emblem of the Enlightenment Society and Baiyu's self-given title, the King of Light.

Though extremely middle-school syndrome.

But often, the name of an Extraordinary Influence needs to be a bit middle-school to have momentum.

Just like those people from the Divine Court.

Each of their titles is so embarrassing with middle-school syndrome.

Yet they're doing well, developing vigorously with countless branches and countless subordinates.

So there's nothing wrong with a name being middle-school.

However.

What made Baiyu feel embarrassed and odd was Erza continually holding her fists before the tablet of the Enlightenment Society, mumbling something.

No need to think much.

This was the holy name Baiyu taught her.

Even though the Enlightenment Society, including him as president, has only four members in total.

But the holy name and prayers, Baiyu had them all planned out.

After all.

This is a secret organization of sorts, still his own, so it needs to be formal.

As for the three other members within the society.

It's just Qiao Ying, Qiao Wan, and Erza.

The two sisters don't truly want to join the Enlightenment Society, but were forcibly marked by the society's insignia.

Hence their threads appeared very weak.

While as someone like Erza who is genuinely devoted, her thread is very thick.

Baiyu thought for a while and believed this relates to their faith; the stronger the faith, the thicker the thread becomes.

And if you wish to swim freely in the Sea of Spirit.

Clearly, the more threads, the better.

That's how you ensure stability in the Sea of Spirit, avoiding the risk of getting lost.

Baiyu didn't worry about the threads.

With a certain guarantee of safety, he continued to advance underwater corresponding to his Spiritual Land, bearing strong buoyancy, his body sinking.

During this process, he saw many strange things in the Sea of Spirit.

But more things were.

He couldn't see clearly, as if shrouded in a mist, difficult to discern their true appearance.

Baiyu's Spiritual Strength wasn't enough at the time, so he couldn't see these.

After sinking over a hundred meters.

Baiyu felt his limit.

The force of buoyancy almost tore his body, he had to fully release his spirituality to prevent himself from floating to the surface.

In front of him.

There was a burning flame.

In the flame's center, the blue part was a small flint, constantly emitting light and heat.

Flint.

Commonly known as firestone.

Symbolizing bringing flame and hope, brightness and warmth to the world.

Also symbolizes creation, rebirth, forging, among other meanings.

And the ancient Stone Origin God named "Flint" evidently mastered the power of these domains, otherwise, he couldn't possibly bestow humans the power of fire, the way to learn and shape.

According to Oray's description.

This flame symbolizes the gifts Flint granted to humanity.

Baiyu, without hesitation, reached out his right hand, and the flame shot like an arrow into the palm of his hand, vanishing.

Streams of heat surged through his body.

Like a bomb exploding in his mind, Baiyu's spirituality was frantically transformed and reshaped, and in that moment, he lost consciousness.

...

"Baiyu? Baiyu?"

"Kid, you can't just die like this, your life can't be so fragile!"

"Damn it, wake up quickly, if you don't, it will be too late."

In a daze.

Oray's shouts rang in his ears.

Baiyu opened his eyes, and the hall with the walls covered in tree roots came into view again, with roots even lifting the floor.

Oray was locked within a trunk, his face anxious and urgent.

Upon seeing Baiyu rise from the ground, he breathed a sigh of relief and asked hopefully, "How was it? Did it succeed?"

Baiyu shook his still somewhat groggy head, "It should count as, succeeded... right?"

"Why, did something go wrong midway?"

Oray asked.

Baiyu truthfully narrated his experience to Oray, omitting only the matter of the threads; everything else was told.

However.

After Baiyu finished speaking, Oray frowned.

Because regarding things like the Sea of Spirit, Oray had only heard stories, never truly experienced it.

In their era.

Those who could enter the Sea of Spirit and gain various abilities from it were known as "Awakened".

They might not have been the strongest.

But definitely the luckiest.

And Oray's luck had always been poor, otherwise, he wouldn't have been imprisoned beneath the Demon City, lingering like a rat for so many years.

So he had never truly reached the Sea of Spirit.

Now after Baiyu described the inside to him, he was clueless.

"I should have succeeded, let me give it a try first."

Baiyu felt it was likely alright, and approached the tree trunk.