Chapter 1330
The Final Ascension Ritual
Even Grandet hadn’t anticipated Eivass’s actions would be so fierce, his power so unfathomable.
Eivass’s actions this time were undeniably a divine miracle. If anyone had harbored doubts or underestimated the weight of confronting a Heavenly Envoy before, this act of eradicating an enemy from an entire continent out of thin air, without causing any damage to buildings or the environment, was undoubtedly the work of a god.
The most terrifying aspect was that Eivass hadn’t killed all the goblins.
For even among the goblin race, known for their extreme greed, not all were villains. There were a rare few, saint-like, who showed sympathy to troll slaves and advocated for their liberation, and even fewer “admirers of Eivass,” along with some ignorant infants.
And these individuals were all unharmed under that radiance.
If someone could kill everyone indiscriminately with infinite power at a single stroke, it could be considered the ultimate violence, a world-ending cataclysm. But if that person could easily kill anyone, yet could also choose not to kill any of them, it demonstrated true mastery of that power.
That was godhood.
People immediately realized that Eivass could discern the minds of these goblins, even their good and evil—and this was without Eivass having the slightest acquaintance with them, or ever having interacted with them!
What did this mean?
It meant that those who revered the gods would be spared divine punishment! It meant that no one could deceive with false piety!
It meant that everyone had to sincerely worship him!
Doing so would grant them immunity from divine punishment.
This was even more shocking than if all the goblins had perished by divine wrath.
Due to the existence of the Equilibrium Curtain, divine existences above the Heavenly Envoy level could not enter the Material Realm. Furthermore, the vast majority of Heavenly Envoys and Pillar Gods paid little attention to the Material Realm and rarely intervened.
Thus, after tens of thousands of years, in many regions, people still questioned whether the Nine Pillar Gods even existed—let alone Heavenly Envoys and Apostles.
However, Eivass lived within the Material Realm, a tangible presence beside everyone.
And his actions proved one thing—he not only interfered with the Material Realm but did so actively and aggressively!
No one even knew how the goblins had offended Eivass, yet they were almost wiped out.
But under Eivass’s might, the entire world became peaceful.
Even previous villains, upon hearing this news, chose to reform and start anew; not a single newspaper dared to report negatively on Eivass’s actions.
Every country, every language, every newspaper meticulously—even enthusiastically praised Eivass’s deeds.
To fill the void of Eivass’s sudden actions, media outlets even unearthed a trove of other goblin crimes to justify this deed as truly the will of the people and a feat for posterity!
After all, everyone feared “Lord Sun” descending with a blinding light.
If this spell only punished those disrespectful to the gods or those with heinous sins, it couldn’t be called a slaughter, only divine punishment—and the condemned would find themselves universally scorned.
As for the trolls, they were naturally and completely liberated under that “Light of Freedom.”
Troll culture was so primitive that they began to worship Eivass, even building temples for him.
While trolls possessed decent theoretical intelligence, they had rarely engaged in rigorous training, thus struggling with overly complex logic.
However, the troll shamans were intelligent individuals. They quickly devised a narrative, understandable to the rescued trolls and satisfactory to the “Great God,” stating that the great god Eivass unleashed infinite light, slew the impure, and saved them. Those who survived in that light were people cleansed by divine radiance, their sins washed away, and they were to live in harmony.
Consequently, on the Southern Continent, a peculiar spectacle arose, almost a reversal of the natural order:
The troll slaves rescued by Eivass and the surviving goblins integrated harmoniously, even helping the former’s enemies raise their children—resembling the giants of the north and their coexistence with dwarves, hinting at a trend of symbiosis.
And among the surviving goblins, no one held any lingering hatred towards Eivass for the annihilation of their kin. Instead, they began to fanatically worship Eivass. The trolls, as remnants of the Beast Lord, who had no faith in the gods, also began to imitate the “goblin priests” with their nascent and clumsy efforts, starting their worship of Eivass.
To completely sever ties with their “sinful” past, the goblins even abandoned the name “goblin,” merging with the trolls to call themselves “Glin” (精類). The Southern Continent and Wanning thus became fully connected by sea routes.
A new era dawned, and a new world order was born.
And as the final act of this generational shift—
On July 31st.
The last Heavenly Envoy of the Ouroboros Ring ritual finally descended.
This was utterly different from any previous instance. The day before the ritual commenced, Eivass, having returned to Wanning for two days, received a letter forwarded by Isabel.
This letter came from Iris Flower Territory, bearing the joint signatures of several former Dukes of Iris Flower.
The first letter respectfully greeted him and informed him that, for the common interests of the Extraordinary beings of the Path of Beauty, they wished to initiate the Ouroboros Ring ritual to bring down the Heavenly Envoy of Drama. They sought his consent to this endeavor—if he agreed, they inquired about any specific times for the ritual, whether they should place the Heavenly Envoy until Eivass personally dealt with him; if he disagreed, they would immediately abandon the matter; or if he wished them to bring down a different Heavenly Envoy, they would obey his command.
The second letter was a private correspondence from Eivass’s maternal grandfather, “Ice Heart Duke.”
The letter happily praised Eivass’s execution of the goblins—after all, Iris Flower had narrowly escaped destruction by a goblin conspiracy—and subtly advised Eivass to maintain calm and self-restraint, not to act too frequently. He then specifically stated that Eivass did not need to agree for his sake, and no matter what, he would stand entirely with Eivass.
Such a level of influence was truly that of a World King.
Eivass, naturally, had no objections.
After he signed his consent, permitting and requesting them to immediately commence the Ouroboros Ring ritual, and stating that they could handle the Heavenly Envoy themselves but must ensure civilian safety, the final round of the Ouroboros Ring ritual officially began just one day later.
Reportedly, the evacuation effort was exceptionally well done. Not a single civilian was within the inner ring of the ritual.
Based on Eivass’s understanding during his dealings with the Heavenly Envoy of Drama, that Envoy clearly did not fear death.
He likely anticipated unexpected entertainment more than the prospect of being overthrown himself.
If he could pass Eivass’s “exam” with full marks, he might even entrust the Heavenly Envoy Fragment to a successor he deemed worthy.
This was likely the reason the great Artists decided to summon the Heavenly Envoy of Drama.
For the Heavenly Envoy of Drama was presumably the most friendly and gentle Heavenly Envoy on the Path of Beauty. He was also the only Heavenly Envoy with whom a peaceful resolution might be possible.
However, Eivass was also prepared.
He mentioned to Isabel that if anything went wrong in Iris Flower Territory, Isabel could dispatch someone to the Fairy Kingdom. If they didn’t know whom to ask, Merlin could go.
The Fairy Kingdom was currently holding its grand banquet, a centennial event, and the Heavenly Envoy of Drama had a long-standing conflict with the Queen of the Fey.
This was because the Heavenly Envoy of Drama was, in essence, a rebellious Fey.
He refused to be under the jurisdiction of the King and Queen of the Fey, choosing instead of “falling like autumn leaves into predetermined death” to “become an adult” Fey.
This explained why the Heavenly Envoy of Drama’s personality was so similar to the Fey—he was clearly more intelligent and mature than the Fey, having lost that unrestrained imagination and pursuing “drama.” Because the Heavenly Envoy of Drama was an “aged child,” he lacked sufficient fear of death.
But if the “hero” proposed by Iris Flower itself could not even pass this level of trial—then let Queen Titania intervene.
Queen Titania was a true Heavenly Envoy-level powerhouse—she also possessed a Heavenly Envoy Fragment, just like Eivass currently. They both held Heavenly Envoy Fragments but had not entered the Origin River to reshape their bodies, thus being unable to traverse the Equilibrium Curtain again.
Eivass was not yet a Phantom Demon, while the King and Queen of the Fey had their Heavenly Envoy Fragments passed down through generations with their “crowns,” existing only in the interstitial space between reality and the Dream Realm of the Fairy Kingdom, never truly entering the Dream Realm.
Queen Titania’s power was likely on par with Eivass’s.
They both far surpassed the Eternal Pope, not merely being “the strongest beings in the world,” but operating at the level of “true terrestrial gods.”
Under any other circumstances, it would be impossible to enlist Queen Titania’s help. Her willfulness exceeded mortal imagination; she was the very personification of the concepts of “childlike innocence” and “fantasy.”
But there was one specific situation where this was possible—when the descending Heavenly Envoy was precisely the Heavenly Envoy of Drama.
Even if the Heavenly Envoy Fragment were taken by Queen Titania, it wouldn’t matter.
What Eivass wanted was simply to conclude this round of the Ouroboros Ring.
Only the Heavenly Envoy of Beauty and Shang Tian Si of the Path of Balance remained.
Shang Tian Si could die at any time, for “death” was the price he paid to become a Heavenly Envoy.
Indeed, being killed in the Ouroboros Ring ritual was not necessarily a bad thing.
Although one would lose their acquired Heavenly Envoy Fragment, they would die as a Heavenly Envoy. Their rebirth specifications would certainly differ from ordinary Phantom Demons.
For example, the Fallen Heavenly Envoy, upon his rebirth in the distant future, could purify his soul and completely correct his nature, which had been influenced by the Heavenly Envoy Fragment. As for Apostles like Shang Tian Si, who could barely have advanced to become Heavenly Envoys on their own, dying as a Heavenly Envoy would be enough to fundamentally alter his identity and aptitude.
When he “got out of prison,” he would genuinely have the possibility of competing for the position of Heavenly Envoy, or even vying for the rank of Pillar God!
The same applied to the Heavenly Envoy of Drama.
Although he would lose the concepts of “directing and performing,” upon his rebirth, he might gain new concepts that were broader and better suited to his abilities!
After all, by then, if the world still existed, there would likely be several more Origin Rivers. If there were more than the current nine Origin Rivers to choose from, there would certainly be more Heavenly Envoy Fragments to select from.
And on the evening of July 31st.
Eivass finally initiated the final Ascension Ritual.
He warned everyone he knew not to attempt to enter the Ascension Ritual that night—although Eivass didn’t know how the Void would obstruct him, he chose to trust Galatea.
Eivass stood alone, directly beneath the new palace of Wanning.
This was Eivass’s earthly domain. It was the focal point of his miracles, the place where his power was greatest.
By leveraging this “miraculous potential,” Eivass could borrow more power from the ritual.
It was akin to a mortgage—
Eivass stood alone, eyes closed, in the spacious Basement.
At his specific request, it had not been decorated in any way, remaining as raw and primitive as a shell.
As Eivass meditated, layers of illusions began to appear around him.
It was as if something from the sea leaped out, or as if the stars fell from the sky.
All of this seemed to be mere illusion, yet the “ink splash” from these phantasms sketched intricate traces on the ground and walls.
These were layered Magic Circles.
They inscribed the secrets of the sun’s fall, depicted the birth and death of scales and wings, cursed death, and praised life.
It was not only for Eivass’s protection but also to experiment with Eivass’s newly developed ritual.
If viewed from directly above, they formed a faint nine-pointed star pattern.
At each vertex of the nine-pointed star, a symbolic glyph of a Pillar God was inscribed.
“I—”
Eivass’s voice had barely left his lips before he fell silent.
After a long pause.
Eivass, with utmost solemnity, slowly spoke: “I invoke myself.”
“I invoke Eivass of Miracles.
“In the name of the Ascending Three and the Spiraling Eight.”
As Eivass chanted, the rune patterns on the ground representing the Candlemaster and Father Snake suddenly lit up with red and purple light.
“I praise the flying bird, and I praise the sun. I praise the urn, and I praise the coffin.
“I praise the fish! I praise the ninety thousand years of solitude, praise the inverted Golden Apple, praise the broken wings and the toppled tower.”
The Magic Circle on the ground began to rotate slowly.
They emitted a sapphire glow, which Eivass then distorted into a deep crimson, within which flickered a faint purple light.
“I praise the Gate of Light, the Black Eye! I praise the First, the Second, and the Third, who do not abdicate to become the Fourth.”
“I declare: the snake coils around the heart, and my heart is like fire.
“I vow: I have sprouted wings and grown scales—”
As Eivass chanted, torrents of Mana roared and surged, rising and receding like tides within the completely sealed Basement.
Merely witnessing this Mana tide was enough to drive a novice Mage insane. If it were to explode here, it could obliterate half of Wanning—and this was merely an Ascension Ritual that even a novice could initiate independently.
Eivass, bathed in it, remained unharmed, allowing the ebb and flow to fill and activate every fiber of the Magic Circle.
Eivass’s voice became intermittent and indistinct amidst the increasingly violent, visible Mana storm, like a cell phone with a poor signal: “The ti-ti-time of Miracle has come, co-co-come—”
As the Mana tide reached its peak, Eivass’s voice suddenly became clear: “All beings shall not die—”
“—And the blazing sun shall not set.”
His words fell, and he slowly closed his eyes, lowered his head, standing silently in the center of the Magic Circle like a puppet.
