Inside the Heavenly Gifted Spirit Realm, there was no movement around the person in the black robe.

This turned the focused attention of the external observers into puzzlement.

What's going on?

Does this mean the Abyss Saint doesn't have a Spiritual Artifact?

Or perhaps, has the Abyss Saint's Spiritual Artifact also been somewhat Authority transformed?

Nian Gengcheng frowned deeply, full of confusion.

On the back of the Golden Sparrow Giant Bird, An Xingjia lifted his heavy dark-circled eyes, also showing a solemn expression.

According to the intelligence gathered from various sources, the Abyss Saint definitely has a Spiritual Artifact, though its specific effect is unknown.

Thus, it's more likely that the Abyss Saint has already embarked on the Sage's path, or at least, was once a Sage, hence possessing the ability for Authority transformation.

This implies that the evaluation of the Abyss Saint's strength needs to be elevated to a higher level, An Xingjia pondered in his mind.

"Looks like it wasn't a waste of time coming here today, with so many interesting events. Now, let's see what tricks the Black Moon Pope has up his sleeve."

Lilith Beia stared at the vision in the Sky Mirror, her red eyes flashing with strange light. Can the Black Moon Pope deal with the Abyss Saint?

However, just at this moment,

In the Sky Mirror World, as the person in the black robe glanced around, they quickly formed an S-Class gesture, nearly stellar-level extreme heat erupted as the spiritual particles connected in the surrounding space.

And at this moment, the entire Sky Mirror World stuttered like a dropped frame, alternating between purple and blood red, two seconds later, it looked as if the mirror shattered, inch by inch cracks spreading out.

The crowd on the ground was stunned again, their hearts puzzled.

The intelligence said the Abyss Saint knows the Jinyang Divine Domain, but can this S-Class Spiritual Clothes really forcefully break the Heavenly Gifted Authority?

In the Mirror Space,

As Xia Feng unfolded the Light Constant Domain, he sensed the world had fallen into stasis, indicating the Pope had unleashed the Moon Time Divine Domain.

Xia Feng felt his sanity rapidly declining.

Are they going to use the same trick again? He pondered, recalling last time in the Sumeru Realm, the Pope attempted to first lower his sanity then possess him.

But unfortunately, his bloodline status was too high, the possession failed and backfired on the Pope.

This time they insist on trying again, haven't they learned their lesson?

"I hadn't expected, the Heavenly Gifted Authority of Burning Heaven still makes no difference to you."

Ten middle-aged men wearing monocles quietly appeared all around Xia Feng, and as the words fell, the number of men increased from ten to twenty, then forty, to eighty....

Rapidly proliferating into a dense legion.

Beneath the monocles, the Ming Pupils were peaceful and indifferent, and as over ten thousand Popes simultaneously raised their right hands, clockwise rotating the monocles, the frame was instantly filled with a sinister and seemingly conscious strange Purple Mist.

At this moment the entire Sky Mirror Space was also shrouded in dark purple light and shadow, and those strange mists surged and roared, penetrating into Xia Feng's soul.

[Within the Mind Domain, you sensed the S-Class Spiritual Artifact, Returning Ruins Dream Derivation——]

[Do you wish to replicate it?]

[Authority transformation 1.68%, replication failed——]

To replicate a Spiritual Artifact, the target's Authority transformation progress must be below 0.1%.

[Within the Mind Domain, you were attacked by حیاتن提ايادوراتیپ... the Cage of Thought——]

[Unable to replicate——]

Indeed, it's this thing again, Xia Feng was very familiar with the Purple Mist.

The Black Moon Pope attempted to use this thing to assimilate the thoughts of two Holy Daughters, but failed.

Later, he used this Purple Mist to shroud the entire Black Moon City, causing the Red Moon to descend, till now it remains missing.

Xia Feng always failed to understand what the Purple Mist truly was, but even his Spiritual Artifact couldn't retrieve much information, indicating extreme danger.

It requires cautious handling.

However, since he chose to actively step into this Array, he had already devised a strategy.

In his thoughts, Xia Feng went to cover his entire body with the Blood Beast, which is the only ability capable of blocking the Purple Mist, albeit temporarily.

The degree of erosion by the Purple Mist was exceedingly terrifying, capable of countering against the Blood Beast, neutralizing.

This was the first time Xia Feng encountered a substance capable of rivaling the Blood Beast, rapidly exhausting his Blood Beast storage.

"Holy Saint was also in Black Moon City then, and probably witnessed this mist. Today's mist is even stronger than it was back then."

In the sea of dark purple mist, thousands upon thousands of middle-aged men with identical looks spoke simultaneously, their gentle and calm voices overlapping, "Once eroded, your thoughts, soul, consciousness, even your concept will be 'assimilated'."

"Hey, old Pope, why don't you specifically tell me, what does assimilation mean exactly? From whom does this Purple Mist originate?"

Xia Feng looked up at the endless figures deep within the Purple Mist, meanwhile, behind him, a Holy Knight Space had quietly opened, the Undead Knight clone drawing the Nash Saint Bow, the bowpath shimmering with pale golden Divine Mysterious Arrow.

Whoosh——

Over ten thousand Black Moon Popes were about to speak in chorus, their Ming Pupils dimly concentrated, that's.... the aura of the Sumeru Throne!

Though unaware of the specific ability details of the Sumeru Throne, he knew this Divine Object could seize Divinity, temporarily reducing Authority transformation progress.

It's best not to be hit by this arrow!

Fortunately, the Abyss Saint likely wouldn't locate his true body....

Whoosh——but the Divine Mysterious Arrow seemed to carry auto-navigation, curving to instantaneously flash towards his true form hanging in the eastern direction.

His pupils minusculely shrunk, the arrow enlarged like a dropped frame in an instant, hitting straight in the center of his brow!

[Sumeru Throne]

[God Descent Arrow: You can consume Spiritual Particles, condensing a God Descent Arrow, when the arrow hits the target, it can temporarily seal a part of the target's Divinity, the seal amount depending on the Spiritual Particles you consumed.

Note: As Divinity decreases, the Authority transformation progress also lowers accordingly.]

To reduce the target's Authority transformation, the prerequisite is hitting the target, though for Xia Feng, this is no difficult task.

His Nash Saintly Armor, Nash Saint Bow has a 100% hit trait, unless destroyed, it will continue to track the target.

In addition, Xia Feng hadn't forgotten to attach the 'Memory Storage Cup' effect enhancement to each attack, as long as he hits the target, he can cause temporary memory loss to the opponent.

[Authority descent-0.6%]

[Authority transformation 1.08%, replication failed——]

Observing that he hasn't suffered significant impact, the Black Moon Pope understood,

The extent of Authority descent depends on the amount of Spiritual Particles consumed, evidently, currently, the Abyss Saint's Spiritual quantity is insufficient to support his completion of Authority descent.

But just as this thought flashed through the Black Moon Pope's mind, the bow behind the person in the black robe once again illuminated with brilliance.

A second Divine Mysterious Arrow, even grander in momentum, inundated the Pope's brow.

Xia Feng's Spiritual Prohibition Coin had stored two sets of Venerate Third Level Spiritual quantity, the first set exhausted over the recent days, now directly extracting the second set, instantaneously consuming 80%.

[Authority descent-1.01%]

[Authority transformation 0.07%, target Spiritual Artifact Authority transformation below 0.1%, replication successful——!]

[You acquired S-Class Spiritual Artifact, Returning Ruins Dream Derivation!]

This all happened in less than half a second, and even before Xia Feng could grasp the specific ability information of Returning Ruins Dream Derivation, his Blood Beast's Shadow nearing depletion of Blood Storage.

Sanity dropping below 50.