I logged into the God panel.

Deer Lake.

This area is quite far from the city center, making it a uniquely designed residential area.

In particular, the five villas, which are almost the size of an estate, are located on five artificial islands in the middle of a lake, and you have to take a yacht to get to the islands.

Although the living facilities are poor, these are not problems for the super-rich.

They value privacy more.

Lake Island No. 5 is the smallest and worst of the islands—the numbering of these artificial islands reflects the status of their owners.

"You've been too high-profile lately." A deep voice echoed in the spacious drawing room as the woman shrouded in a black robe tossed a report onto the floor.

The report was about the attack on the Southern District Police Station and the notification that the four major churches had applied to activate the regulations for managing superhumans.

Gao Chong stood to the side, dressed in an exquisite formal suit, and said humbly:

"My lord, it was my oversight. I never imagined that those wild superhumans would be so... lawless."

The woman hummed in response through her nose:

"How's the thing I asked you to do going?"

"I have sent my men to search as much as possible to find the whereabouts of Sealed Artifact 101 as soon as possible," Gao Chong replied.

He paused for a moment, then rubbed his palms together.

"My Lord Apostle, regarding our family's baptism..."

The woman glanced at him:

"Once we retrieve the sealed artifact 101, I will request Lord Nostaan ​​to personally perform the baptism for you. This is a blessing, a reward."

She let out a soft breath:

"This era of divine confinement and divine kingdom is finally coming to an end. The great god of death will rise from his coffin and return to the earth. He will reclaim what he has lost, and those who blaspheme against him will be cursed with death, and even the gods will be no exception."

Gao Chong prostrated himself on the ground, followed by a loud shout of praise.

The Death Apostle calmly said:

Get up.

Gao Chong rose respectfully.

The apostle continued:

"You've just entered the second tier, so try to avoid going to the spirit world lately. It's not peaceful there. A strange giant seems to have appeared in the spirit world region corresponding to Donghai City."

"Thank you for the reminder, Your Excellency."

"Also, next time when we need to deal with a family, let other members do it. Don't go looking for wild superhumans... Give me the family's name."

Gao Chong was flattered and jogged over to bring over several documents and files, handing them to him with both hands.

He knew that wild superhumans were unreliable, but that family wasn't worth bothering a loyal follower of the Great Grim Reaper; he was just doing it on a whim...

Gao Chong understood that by asking the apostle to help deal with his insignificant family of four, he would incur another favor from the apostle, but this was a good thing.

When faced with someone who has helped them and someone they have helped, people tend to favor the latter, and it's actually a very good thing to take the initiative to owe them a debt of gratitude.

The woman flipped through the documents and files.

Lu Tianyang, Senior Police Officer; Zhao Baiqin, Associate Professor of the Department of Archaeology, Donghai University; Lu Yu, Student of Nanqu No.1 Middle School; Lu Daosheng, Student of Yangguang Primary School.

Hmm... nothing special.

She grasped the pendant hanging from her snow-white neck and gently stroked it. It was carved with a small, hollowed-out sphere, inside which lay a baby the size of a finger... a living baby.

"Please open your eyes," the woman said.

The tiny infant, no bigger than a fingertip, struggled to open its eyes, its pure black pupils, devoid of white, gazing at the names on the file.

It opened its mouth and uttered a few obscure syllables.

The flowers on the coffee table suddenly withered and died.

"Alright," the woman said calmly, "they will return to the embrace of death within three days."

"Whether it's a car speeding down the road, an accidental fire, a vase falling from the rooftop, or a spoonful of rice choking you."

Gao Chong swallowed hard, a look of fear appearing on his face.

Sealed item.

This pendant must be a sealed artifact, but it's unclear whether it's a numbered item.

"Thank you for your help, Apostle." Gao Chong bowed his head.

"Um."

The woman nodded casually.

"I'll leave now. Contact me again once you find any trace of Seal Item 101."

"Yes, sir."

The words fell.

When a woman reaches out, she is about to open a passage to the boundary between life and death, and cross it to leave.

A fair hand rose and fell.

Ripples spread across the void.

And then... nothing happened.

"Huh?" The woman and Gao Chong were both taken aback. The former realized something was wrong and glanced out the window.

Lake Deer is as calm as a mirror, without wind, without ripples, and without the sounds of insects or birds.

It was eerily quiet.

The woman picked up her glass of red wine and took a sip. The scalding hot wine made her shiver.

She cautiously took a step back, then moved to the window. She reached out and drew the curtains, and the moonlight streamed in... Wait a minute!

The pendant around her neck felt hot, and the woman suddenly realized—red wine shouldn't be scalding hot, and it certainly shouldn't be ice cold when you drink it.

I was clearly walking backwards, so how did I end up by the window?

I clearly drew the curtains, so why... is moonlight still streaming in?

"Logic collapses, common sense is disordered, sequence is reversed...a dream!"

Her expression changed, and an ancient black book appeared in her hand. She turned to the first page!

"Before all things are born, they all come from death. Death opens its eyes, and then life comes into being, and all spirits, both existent and nonexistent, come into being..."

The woman chanted urgently, and from the surrounding illusions emerged one chilling skeleton after another. They huddled together, they roared, they wanted to dispel the dream realm that was enveloping them!

Under Gao Chong's terrified gaze, the furniture, walls, ceiling, even the moonlight and the calm lake outside the window...

At that moment, everything trembled violently, and then cracks appeared... like the cracks that appear when a mirror is dropped on the ground!

Everything shattered.

The overwhelming [dream] has receded and gone.

The woman and Gao Chong looked out the window again... at a ship.

An ancient ship, sometimes a boat, sometimes a palace, sometimes a carriage.

"Bishop level".

The woman's face was ashen.

"A bishop-level figure possessing a sealed artifact... where did you get yourself into this mess?"

Gao Chong was curled up on the sofa, his formal attire crumpled.

"My lord, I... I don't know..."

He was terrified, and his voice trembled with fear.

"It's not a big problem."

The woman took a deep breath:

"Luckily, we realized it early. If we had been completely enveloped by the dream domain of that sealed artifact... it would have been really troublesome."

An old black book fluttered up and hovered behind her head, and she spoke aloud:

"I wonder which friend from the Eternal Night Alliance has arrived? The Great Death and the Eternal Nightmare once fought side by side; we should not be enemies."

As the voice rang out, through the window, one could see a figure standing on the ancient ship. It seemed to be a woman, but her whole body was shrouded in a colorful dreamscape, making her unclear.

The newcomer spoke in a low voice:

"A bishop, or an apostle of the god of death?"

Zhao Baiqin narrowed her eyes, thinking she could easily resolve everything, but she never expected to encounter the bishop of the Church of Death here, who was also an "Apostle".

Those favored by God, if they receive divine approval, can become apostles. If an apostle can bear a portion of the power of a great deity, he or she can become a holy son or daughter.

"This is troublesome..." Zhao Baiqin said coldly, without answering the Death Apostle's words, gently stroking the ship's rudder and the [Dream Palace].

The darkness surged again, enveloping the island in the middle of the lake.

"Do you think you've got me cornered?" the woman shouted, clearly unwilling to get entangled with this uninvited guest.

The black book hanging behind her head flipped through the pages, and the undead roared hysterically. The lake surface surged with waves, and the fog of death came from the void, colliding with the thick night and dreams!

then.

Under Gao Chong's despairing gaze, the Apostle turned and fled in the opposite direction.

"My lord—" he called out, and the call had barely begun.

Rumble!

Gao Chong stared blankly as the Apostle was swept back by the 'tide'.

No, it's not the tide.

It was a wave of shadows.

………………

"So, the extraordinary fighting technique you just used is called... Thousand Steps?"

The spirit world.

Lu Daosheng asked with great interest.

"yes......"

Gagarin gripped the compass, guiding the way, as he and the other two fighters were swept along by the spiritual river and veil.

He swallowed hard and explained the usage of "Qian Ta" in as much detail as possible.

"Guide the core of your physical spirit into the soles of your feet, activate it, and stomp the ground as many times as possible within 0.1 seconds. The strong recoil will allow you to break through your own speed limit..."

Lu Daosheng seemed to be deep in thought. The principle was quite simple, just like a move from a certain anime in his previous life.

"Why is it called Thousand Steps?" he asked curiously.

Gagarin quickly explained:

"It is said that upon reaching the level of a high-ranking fighter, one can sink three spiritual cores of the physical body to the soles of the feet, calves, and thighs, and pulsate them simultaneously, thus enabling one to perform a hundred stomps in an instant."

"And if one is a martial artist, or even a high-level martial artist, with the support of six spiritual cores in the physical body, one can stomp a thousand times... The recoil force is enough to make one burst out with speeds several times greater than the limit."

Lu Daosheng clicked his tongue in amazement, and after carefully inquiring about the techniques for using the Thousand Steps, he turned to ask:

"So what kind of secret weapon did you use just now...?"

Gagarin dared not be negligent:

"Your Excellency, I cultivate the Secret Martial Beast technique. When fully unleashed, it allows me to become like a giant beast, with my power increasing dramatically. If I become a third-tier martial artist, I can cultivate the aura of a giant beast..."

Lu Daosheng raised an eyebrow. These things weren't mentioned in the Twilight Holy Fist Manual... The manual was incomplete.

Well, since my main focus isn't on the apprenticeship path anyway, spirit is what matters most to me.

"Has the Gao family not arrived yet?" he asked casually.

"According to the compass, the Gao family's real-world location, Deer Lake, is not far from its reflection point in the spirit world..."

time flies.

Not too long has passed.

"This is probably... the place." Gagarin stopped and carefully pointed ahead:

"Open the portal to the spirit world there, and you'll find the island in the middle of the lake where Gao Chong lives."

He hated Gao Chong intensely. If it weren't for that bastard, how could he have ended up in this predicament?

I only hope that this godlike figure will see my usefulness and accept me as a follower...

Gagarin swallowed hard, guessing that this ten-year-old child was probably the reincarnation of some ancient and powerful god.

only.....

In mythology, there is no record of any deity who can manipulate the spirit world!

Isn't this a forbidden place for the gods?

Lost in thought, Gagarin saw the boy sitting on the spiritual throne raise his head, seemingly deep in thought.

Lu Daosheng was indeed deep in thought.

How can we deal with the Gao family?

It was impossible for him to take action himself... Once he left the spirit world, he was just an ordinary second-tier priest.

Even if one's mental strength has only reached the level of a lower priest, one lacks all the necessary skills...

"Are you sure this is the place?" Lu Daosheng asked with a smile.

The three fighters nodded frantically.

"So..."

Lu Daosheng slowly stood up, his spirituality surging and surging.