CHAPTER 398: 155 SKY WOLF ILLUSION DEMON FIST

"Master of Essence!"

"King of Thousand Forms!"

"Taiwei Jade Emperor!"

"..."

As chants escaped his lips, a voice echoed within the Divine Domain Fragment deep in the Spiritual Inner Sea.

Talking to oneself.

This feeling was very strange.

For a single person to be both the believer and the Divine, such a case was probably unique to Carl in the countless years of history across two worlds.

With a single thought, Carl vanished with the two corpses on the ground and appeared within the Divine Domain Fragment.

The offerings were all for the Divine. Not just the flesh, but also their souls.

Indeed, if an Abyss Giant Squid grew to the Third-tier, it could also search the memories of others’ souls. Not only that, it could also manifest in the dreams and consciousness of others, coming and going at will. But speaking of this now was premature. Besides, the Abyss Giant Squid’s search for memories was certainly not as convenient or complete as using the Divine Domain Fragment.

Memories...

With absolute rationality supporting him, Carl’s wavering thoughts quietly subsided, and his face regained its calm.

With a simple wave of his hand, the Seventh Elder’s past memories shattered into pieces and floated in the space.

Over eighty years of life experience was as vast as the sea, enough to overwhelm an ordinary person into idiocy.

Under the might of the Divine Domain Fragment, memories related to the Seventh Elder’s cultivation were quickly selected.

A moment later.

Sky Wolf Illusion Demon Fist!

A complex and profound Holy Skill revealed itself before his eyes, along with many scenes of the Seventh Elder’s cultivation.

So the Seventh Elder had never truly mastered this Holy Skill. This wasn’t just because he hadn’t practiced the Sky Wolf Breathing Method; to fully grasp this Holy Skill, one also needed the bloodline of the wolf god, Fenrir.

Fenrir?

An Evil God from an Exotic Realm, subdued by the Moon Goddess, who became the Guardian God watching over the gates of the Divine Domain.

Carl’s eyes flickered. Two pieces of news, one good, one bad.

The good news is that the Holy Skill that goes with the Giant Spirit Breathing Technique doesn’t need any other requirements. As long as you’ve practiced the Giant Spirit Breathing Technique, you can master it perfectly.

The bad news is... that Holy Skill named Powerful Giant God Fist, the Holy Hall doesn’t have it!

A sense of loss vanished in an instant. The Seventh Elder’s memories brought many pieces of knowledge to light, previously inaccessible to ordinary people.

In addition to the Holy Skill inheritance, Carl was also very interested in the Knight Path of this world.

The Knight Path—Legendary was definitely not the endpoint!

But due to the Gods, whether it was the Main World or Otherworlds, the path beyond Legendary was monopolized.

In times of peace, to maintain their status, the Gods tacitly blocked advancement beyond Legendary. Faith-based paths were widely promoted.

Devout priests and servants received divine grace; their souls entered the Divine Domain, and some even ascended to become Angels.

Only a few exceptionally talented Knights, forged through a thousand trials, had the chance to enter the Divine Domain and become Guardians by the side of the Divine.

However, once turmoil arose, such as invasions by Evil Gods or grand battles among the Gods, They would lift the restrictions on the Knight Path. They would even bestow various resources to help their devoted Knights advance.

The memories of the Seventh Elder contained records of what followed Legendary.

First Order Legendary Knights.

Second Order Holy Knights!

Third-tier...

Demigods!

Powerful Third-tier Demigods, wielding Divine Artifacts, could slay a Divine.

In the books left by the Moon Goddess to the Holy Hall, there were records of a dozen Third-tier Knights surrounding and killing a Divine.

Only one Holy Skill?

Carl’s face showed thoughtfulness, and then he turned to look at another corpse.

Deacon Lev!

Before long, the records about Holy Skills in Lev’s memories also emerged before his ’eyes’; it was a Holy Skill called Red Thunder.

Although Lev himself had practiced a simplified version of the Holy Skill, he had seen its complete inheritance.

Ancient Dragon!

Red Thunder was a Talent Ability mastered by the ancient Dragon Clan. This was similar to the super-tier Dharma Seal of the Dragon King Chamber of Commerce.

Carl stroked his chin, then rummaged through the Seventh Elder’s memories for records pertaining to the Ancient Times.

A long, long time ago, before the Gods appeared, this world was ruled by various Dragon Clans and powerful giants.

Then, the Gods appeared. Dragons and giants who refused to change their faith were slaughtered to near extinction. Only a few submitted to the Gods and became slaves.

So many millennia of history...

Magnificent and sprawling!

But it seems that Holy Skills also vary in quality and strength. Red Thunder is far inferior to Sky Wolf Illusion Demon Fist, even the incomplete Sky Wolf Illusion Demon Fist.

Hm...

Red Thunder is also easier to cultivate.

Withdrawing his thoughts, Carl took out a letter: I wonder if I have mistaken the time?

* * *

Cleansing Pool.

It opened once a month and would collectively cleanse those who had paid their atonement money, lifting the curse of the City of Death. Walking out from there meant gaining freedom. However, the atonement money was not something an ordinary person could afford; even wealthy families would feel the pain.

Jodie followed her brother closely, glancing nervously at the sky and silently calculating something in her heart.

"Brother," a timid voice, with a touch of naivety, sounded from behind, "are we really going to leave this city?"

Leaving the familiar place where one had lived from childhood for an unknown city would naturally make one feel lost.

"Yeah," the boy nodded, his small face serious. "I promised Mother I’d take care of you as you grow. With those bad people in this city, we must leave."

"Don’t worry, I will protect you."

"Yeah."

The little girl nodded lightly.

Jodie looked back, her eyes filled with curiosity.

The boy wasn’t much older than she was, probably about the same age, and his clothes were tattered and torn.

The little girl was probably seven or eight years old. Her face was smudged with dirt, but her large eyes were bright and spirited.