Chapter 1145
Ring Heavenly Envoy: I dare!
The news of Eivass being attacked by an assassin on the street spread quickly.
After all, there were too many witnesses, and Eivass had directly transformed into the form of a Sin Eater Beast on the street. This matter could not be hidden at all…
By the time Eivass arrived at Cain·Lucia’s temporary residence at “Cat Claw Street No. 33,” Cain already knew about it.
“Your information… is quite well-informed?”
Eivass found this rather strange.
This Blood Heavenly Envoy, in her human form, who was equivalent to being “reborn” by the Envoy of Mist, logically should have no connections in Iris Flower. After all, even Lucia, who constituted the other half of her personality, was merely a “kidnapped sacred body.”
“—Because of me.”
A man with a deep and magnetic voice slowly emerged from the guest bedroom: “I’ve been protecting her… and also helping her gather some information.”
“It’s you?”
Eivass was somewhat surprised.
It was someone Eivass was very familiar with, yet could not have guessed would be here.
A man as withered as rotten wood, with a hunched back. Even with his back bent, he was about two meters tall, clearly possessing some elven bloodline.
However, his ears were not particularly pointed. His long black hair, covering half of his back, was like wet seaweed, forming strands of curly hair.
—It was Yeats of the Golden Dawn.
“Long time no see, Mr. Yeats.”
Eivass greeted him.
“Long time no see, Eivass.”
Yeats’ voice, slow and deep like a poet’s, came as he walked out of the room silently.
Eivass still remembered… the first time he encountered Yeats was when he first went to Eagle Cape Village.
To be more precise, Eivass had already met Yeats, disguised as “Dark Clouds,” during his initial Ascension Ritual for the Transcendent Path.
It could be said that Yeats was one of the few who personally witnessed Eivass leveling up from the First Tier to the Fifth Tier in just half a year. Only a select few, like Isabel and Sherlock, could compare to him.
However…
Eivass couldn’t help but scrutinize Yeats.
His pupils had changed from a wolf-like reddish-brown to a grayish-white. It was a strange eye color that gave people a “blind” impression—not like pure gray pupils, but as if a thin layer of mist was covering them.
At the same time, Yeats’ presence had become quite faint. It wasn’t the “stealth” and “disappearance” of Path Adaptation, but more like a “lack of outline.” The “gaps” between his body and the surrounding environment were almost non-existent; one could even say that part of his colors had merged into the environment.
It was like dropping a drop of ink into water and watching it gradually spread out. Its edges were intertwined with the water, making it impossible to see exactly where it began to become colorless.
“…The power of the Envoy of Mist?”
Eivass keenly grasped the essence of this power.
When the Envoy of Mist was first elevated, she had already established her own profession. This was the “Professional System” created by the Great Philosopher and the Hourglass (Deity). Each Heavenly Envoy could pledge a portion of their power to the Hourglass, exchanging it for a portion of power. The professional system constructed by the Great Philosopher extended its influence into the Material Realm.
This was not mandatory. However, it benefited both Heavenly Envoys and Pillar Gods.
It was like “faith” in other worldviews… Although the gods in this World did not need the power of faith, the evolution and succession of Paths were closely related to the understanding and interpretation of Origin River power by the gods. They needed to “prove their Dao” by performing various rituals and achieving various accomplishments in the Material Realm to prove that their Path was correct, thereby obtaining more power from the Origin River and having a chance to challenge the Pillar Gods.
And if someone was willing to take up their own profession, it meant that their Path was recognized by more people—in this specific Path, the traveler chose a direction that leaned more towards themselves, rather than other Heavenly Envoys or Pillar Gods.
It was like “party primaries”; switching to this profession was equivalent to casting a sacred vote for the Holder of the profession.
This was why one needed to acquire corresponding extraordinary skills and mysterious knowledge before obtaining the corresponding profession.
It seemed to be a reversal of cause and effect… but if this professional power was regarded as a “small gift received after voting,” it would be much easier to understand. Studying the mysterious knowledge advocated and recommended by Heavenly Envoys and Pillar Gods was itself equivalent to declaring “agreement with this Path.” This was also the reason why there were only “five” types of mysterious knowledge that could improve Path level—this was the number of balance.
The top five skills mastered in this Path represented the “research direction” that leaned more towards it. Through these research directions, one could summarize which Path traveler was closer to that representative of the Dream Realm, thereby receiving the “gratitude gift” stored by that person in the Hourglass and sent to everyone through the major ritual of “profession.”
Of course, there were also contestants like the Butterfly Heavenly Envoy and the Banquet Heavenly Envoy who didn’t care about the feedback from Path Power, offered no gifts at all, and said, “Take it or leave it.” There was also the Fallen Heavenly Envoy, who said, “If you accept my gift, you’ve taken out a high-interest loan from me, and you’ll have to pay it back with interest sooner or later.” The Fallen Heavenly Envoy clearly did not like to suffer losses, which was why he stipulated that Demon Scholars needed to be promoted to “Demon Avatar.”
Once one became a Demon Avatar, it meant becoming the property of the Fallen Heavenly Envoy. The flesh ultimately ended up in his pot.
The same was true for the “Blood Lord” established by the Blood Heavenly Envoy—this was originally a “cheat” prepared specifically for his descendants. The “blood energy” consumed was clearly a profession that only the Children of the Moon could handle. He even directly blocked the Children of the Moon from taking most other professions.
Except for professions directly related to the Hengwo, such as Moonlight Scholar, which Cain allowed because he respected Hengwo too much… all others were banned.
So, according to the Blood Heavenly Envoy’s original intention, every Child of the Moon should have chosen this profession.
—Unexpectedly, the Children of the Moon would rather leave their professions empty than choose to become Blood Lords.
There was no special reason for this, simply because they were already strong enough and their power was sufficient. Among these extraordinary beings who had completely fallen into the Path of Love, few were diligent… they simply didn’t want to level up from scratch and participate in troublesome and dangerous Ascension Rituals.
After all, even without a profession, they could exert extraordinary power equivalent to that of a Phantom Demon. And if they died in an Ascension Ritual, even if a Child of the Moon couldn’t die, they would suffer greatly. Most importantly, they had the protection of their own kind and the power of high society, so they did not lack self-defense capabilities at all.
The Envoy of Mist was different.
Although she had an independent race similar to the Children of the Moon, Mist Demons, as an anchor for her Heavenly Envoy Authority… the racial identity of Mist Demons was very likely a “special type of Child of the Moon,” with no direct connection to her.
The Banquet Heavenly Envoy not only had the followers of the Dragon race, but his feast spirit of “drink today, toast today,” “all guests are welcome,” and “gourmet food balances the creation of love and beasts” had countless supporters in the Material Realm.
Although the Butterfly Heavenly Envoy had no race or easily relatable ideals, he completely didn’t care if he could be elevated to a Pillar God, and therefore didn’t care if he had fellow devotees in the Material Realm—he just mixed around, and if his power was weak, it was weak. Would he be expelled?
Who could expel me?
—Who dares to expel me?!
