My health recovery is incredibly fast.

"Congratulations, host, you have obtained the elemental spell [High-Energy Vortex]."

Xia Zuo glanced at the description of [High Energy Vortex]. It is a spell that uses an energy vortex to spray high-energy beams. Its advantages are that the type of energy beam is unlimited, the range is long, and the flow rate is large. Its disadvantage is that it consumes a lot of energy.

In short: Toy-level spells, all show and no substance.

"Consume another 100 points of vitality attribute value."

The prize wheel spun again, and the pointer landed on a bright red square.

"Congratulations, host, you have obtained the fire spell [Burning Flames]."

"Oh, it's this spell..." Xia Zuo slapped his forehead.

When he first learned the Fireball spell, he fantasized about turning himself into a self-igniting human torch, charging into the enemy camp and burning everything in his path.

This spell, which inflicts a thousand damage on the enemy but also a thousand and fifty on oneself, is classified as a controlled spell by the Temple, which is why Xia Zuo has never been able to learn it.

I actually won it in a lottery...

"It's better than nothing," Xia Zuo shrugged, took a deep breath, and began his third lottery draw.

He decided not to try again if he couldn't get the spell he wanted this time. The thought of wasting 300 vitality points to get a useless spell was painful.

The lucky draw wheel spun round and round, whetting Xia Zuo's appetite, before slowly coming to a stop.

"Congratulations, host, you have obtained the wind-type spell [Air Brick]."

"Cough cough..." Xia Zuo stamped his foot and pounded his chest, inwardly cursing that gambling addicts deserved a terrible death.

"I'm not drawing anymore, I'm not drawing anymore." Xia Zuo waved his hands repeatedly, letting his cheat code dispel the lottery wheel in his mind, ending this unpleasant lottery draw.

He stood up, went to the storage room next door, and brought out the sleeping little golden chaste tree.

Xia Zuo took out the hydration solution and poured it onto the culture tank, then quietly waited for the little golden chaste tree to awaken.

"You're back..." The little golden vitex rubbed its flower bud with its leaves. "How did the battle go?"

"I won, but not completely."

Xia Zuo scratched his head and briefly recounted the battle, emphasizing the scene of the faceless man turning into black smoke and disappearing.

How Shazo destroyed the Faceless Man's Chaos Container without possessing the Chaos Arrow is a very intriguing question.

Little Golden Vitex didn't delve into it. It knew that everyone had secrets, more or less, and that prying into the secrets of its allies would violate the sacred oath made between the Golden Vitex clan and Xia Zuo.

Therefore, Little Golden Bauhinia focused her thinking on the disappearance of the Faceless Man.

"I'm not quite sure what's going on either..." Little Golden Bauhinia pondered for a few minutes before giving up. "I'll ask the elders in the clan."

"Okay, okay." Xia Zuo nodded repeatedly. He felt that something was strange about this matter, and it made him vaguely uneasy. He had to find out as soon as possible.

Under Xia Zuo's gaze, Little Golden Vitex danced on the spot, slowly swaying her slender waist, communicating with the clan elders in a way unique to the Golden Vitex clan.

Chapter 45 The Land of Eternal Rest

On the easternmost edge of the temple territory, the glow of magic and forest fortresses hidden among the tree canopies can be faintly seen in the forest.

On the westernmost side of the anti-magic field, within the dense, impenetrable purplish-black mist, eerie black shadows lurk and linger.

During this period, small-scale conflicts between the Church of the Otherworldly Demons and the Temple have occurred frequently, with both sides constructing numerous military outposts along their border.

The temple's stronghold's appearance conformed to human aesthetics—solid, orderly enchanted stone bricks formed an impregnable fortress, a well-organized defensive line, a temple garrison with high morale, and hymns of courage and fearlessness floating in the air above the stronghold.

On the opposite shore of the gray ocean, a different scene unfolds amidst the thick, purplish-black fog.

The demon with dozens of tentacles uses its sucker-like tentacles to curl up bone blades and slice through the headless corpses of its enemies, creating what the demon sees as a delicious meal.

A passing Splitback Terror picked up a piece of flesh dripping with blood with its thick fingers and put it into its mouth.

Skeletons paved the way for the demons, and the demon camp was covered with white bones.

The skull of some creature was made into a candlestick and placed on both sides of the skeletal path. The pale purple flames pierced through the eye holes of the skull and cast a distorted shadow of suffering on the ground.

Whenever a demon walks past these skull candlesticks, a faint wail will drift out from them.

The demons let out mocking laughter, plunging their fingers/tentacles/horns into the skull and stirring it around, their wails growing ever more mournful.

“Moo~~” Outside the demon camp, a horn sound, audible only to the demons’ organs, came from the thick, purplish-black fog to the east.

All the demons immediately abandoned their work, transforming into shadows and flying towards the direction of the sound.

The entire alien camp trembled, and a massive alien overseer emerged from underground, carrying the camp's roads and flesh-and-blood buildings into the air, slowly following the departing aliens eastward.

The same scene can be seen everywhere in the western part of the no-motor force field.

Thanks to the natural advantages provided by the anti-magic field, the Church of the Otherworldly Demons does not need to worry about the Temple army using teleportation spells to bypass the Otherworldly Demon army in the western part of the anti-magic field and directly reach the heart of the anti-magic field.

The demonic border troops gathered in the western part of the anti-magic field account for more than four-fifths of the current available military force of the demonic church. They are both garrison troops guarding the border and vanguard forces launching attacks on the temple territory.

Summoned by the resounding horns, more than half of the demonic border troops were withdrawn from the border lines by the church's high command and disappeared into the purplish-black fog deep within the anti-magic field.

The bald-headed Rexor and other Temple spies who were patrolling the edge of the anti-magic field quickly noticed the sudden loosening and emptiness of the alien demon defense line. They immediately reported the alien demon army's unusual movements to the Temple army's combat command headquarters, the Mystic Guild.

...

A secret base on the Western Continent.

Little Golden Bauhinia danced for about 10 minutes before finally stopping, panting, and asked Xia Zuo to pour her some medicine to replenish her water and nutrients.

A light drizzle fell inside the glass dome of the culture jar. Little Golden Vitex said with a grave and worried expression:

“Shazo, something bad has happened. Kamashiberlein is holding a small meeting in the [Land of the Long Sleep] to discuss some urgent matters related to the Faceless Men. Natalie, the Grand Elder of the Golden Bauhinia Clan, would like to invite you to join us.”

"An invitation to the [Land of Eternal Rest]? Will I go there as a spirit?" Xia Zuo was slightly taken aback. "Uh... this... if I go there, will I be able to come back?"

“Of course you’ll be back.” Little Golden Thorn Flower shook her “hand.” “Don’t worry about the separation of body and spirit. The [Land of Eternal Rest] isn’t as scary as you think. As long as you keep our sacred oath, you won’t be affected by the separation of body and spirit and can safely travel along the edge of the [Land of Eternal Rest].”

Xia Zuo thought about it and decided to accept the invitation.

The powerful older brother residing within his spirit thread was his last line of defense. In Xia Zuo's view, Kamashiberlein had virtually no chance of severing his spirit thread, so there was nothing to worry about.

“Alright, Melina. I’m very curious about what the [Land of Rest] is like, and I’d like to take a look.”

Xia Zuo reached into his alchemy pouch, searching for a meditation potion:

"Do you need me to enter a meditative state?"

“Of course. You just need to meditate here, and I will take you to Elder Natalie.”

Little Golden Vitex twisted a few times, finding a comfortable position for meditation.

Xia Zuo drank the meditation potion, leaned back in his chair to relax, and closed his eyes to enter a long-lost state of meditation.

In the pitch-black world, Xia Zuo's spirit stood up from his body, and in front of him, Little Golden Thorn Flower's spirit swam in mid-air like a nimble fish.

“Come with me, Xia Zuo,” Little Golden Bauhinia said with a clear laugh.

"Why can you speak..." Xia Zuo's spirit opened a mouth that didn't exist, unable to ask his own question.

"Oh, I forgot about that." The little golden thorn flower circled around Xia Zuo, outlining the patterns of some kind of spiritual magic.

The magical runes contracted inwards and were imprinted onto Xia Zuo's spirit body.

"Try again, you can talk now."

"Hey, hey, hey!" Xia Zuo clapped his hands, excited and curious. "This way of speaking is completely different from the sound production principle in nature. It's not caused by vibration, it's more like a mind-to-mind communication spell."

"Yes, that's right. We can study it when you have time. Now come with me." Little Golden Vitex was on the road ahead.

The environment in which a flower and a person reside in nature is an underground base, surrounded by hard walls and underground rock strata.

Under normal circumstances, spirits can only move within narrow, enclosed underground bases and must ascend along the base's passageways to reach the surface.

But now, the little golden chaste tree is projecting white beams of light, illuminating the path ahead and creating a radiant passage that ignores the base walls and mountains.

The little golden chaste tree darted into the passage, transforming into a streak of light and speeding away into the distance.

Xia Zuo followed her closely and stepped into the passageway, immediately feeling himself being pulled forward by an invisible force.

The light from the radiant passage gradually overwhelmed the surrounding darkness, and Xia Zuo felt as if everything in front of him was a vast expanse of white.

Since spirits do not have a visual system like the physical body, this bright white light that caused him to cry did not make him feel uncomfortable.

About ten seconds later, the white light suddenly disappeared, and a vast world of starlight unfolded before Xia Zuo:

Against a black background, in a nearly spherical subdimensional space, a tall, majestic white tree stands at the very center of the subdimensional plane. Its white roots, branches, and twigs extend in all directions, leaving white specks where they intersect with the subdimensional barrier.

This white tree is too big.

When Xia Zuo first entered this sub-plane, the white tree occupied about half of his direct line of sight.

When the white tree filled the entire field of vision, Xia Zuo thought it was within reach, but he did not expect that after flying forward for another 3 minutes, the white tree's figure was still expanding.

The 120-degree field of vision directly in front of you is completely insufficient to capture the white tree; you have to turn your head left and right to see the edge of the white tree.

It flew forward for another 3 minutes...

No matter how Xia Zuo looked down, up, or turned his head left or right, he couldn't take in the entire white tree. Only when he lay flat on his back could he barely make out how vast the white tree's canopy was.

"What is that..." Xia Zuo suddenly noticed something strange about the middle section of the white tree trunk.

The trunk of the white tree is similar to that of trees in nature, with relatively regular patterns.

In the middle section of the white tree trunk, the bark texture is unusually messy.

It seems that someone had dug out a piece of it, damaging a small part of the white tree. The newly grown bark is completely different from the original bark, with different bark patterns. When mixed together, it becomes the strange bark that is now so eye-catching.

Little Golden Vitex flew beside Xia Zuo and followed his gaze:

"This white tree is the remains of Kamashiberia. That strangely patterned area was originally the wound Kamashiberia suffered when it was fatal. Kamashiberia grew out of the wound and repaired some of the damage."

"Although both Kamahiberlein and Kamahirbia are trees of the same species, they are from different generations, so the bark patterns are different. Therefore, the new bark that grows on the wound will also be different from the previous bark."

Xia Zuo nodded and casually jotted down this detail.

A person and a flower climbed up the tree trunk, with many vines hanging down from the branches along the way, each vine strung with a different number of white spheres.

Little Golden Bauhinia knew that Xia Zuo was curious about everything since it was his first time here, so she took the initiative to introduce everything:

"Kamashiberline calls the white sphere the 'finished spirit body paradigm,' or the 'spirit body template.'"

Each white sphere represents a unique and one-of-a-kind [finished spiritual body paradigm].

"Kamar-Shiberian's daily work involves weaving and modifying [finished spirit body paradigms], creating conflicts, contradictions, and exchanges between different [finished spirit body paradigms], thereby leading to the spontaneous growth of [finished spirit body paradigms]."