Blind Spot
Chapter 590 - 541 white one

Chapter 590: 541 white one

New Moon Congregation.

In the vast forest on the outskirts of Ludian City, a whiterock castle stood in silence, like a reef in the vast green sea, standing firm.

Whoosh!

A man in a black suit leaped from the shadows and landed softly, revealing himself and walking slowly towards the castle gate.

The gate slowly opened automatically.

"Welcome back, Sir Randila," the sculpted face on the pillar beside the door spoke.

"Has the Bishop arrived?" the man asked in a deep voice.

"He has already arrived, waiting for you in the second hall. He came back from afar especially for your message. Let me remind you, if you don’t have any particularly important news and delay the frontline affairs of the Pure White Praises, the Bishop will not be lenient with you," the face on the pillar warned solemnly.

Suit-clad Randila paused slightly but firmly entered the gate. "I am well aware of that."

In the darkness, pairs of black bats with red eyes lined the walls and the trees inside the castle, hanging upside down and staring intently at the moving man as if ready to pounce and tear him to shreds.

Passing through a spacious lawn dotted with tombstones, Randila entered the first-floor hall, where a woman with snow-white skin and cold beauty, with golden hair, elegantly walked out.

"Randila?"

"It’s me, Countess Morf," Randila hurriedly bowed his head and saluted.

"Father is inside waiting for you. The situation at the front isn’t too good, so be cautious with your words," the woman advised.

Randila nodded, expressed his thanks again, and continued on his way.

Halfway through, suddenly he looked up.

At the top of the stairs in the highest part of the hall, a shadow flashed abruptly, and an elderly man in a black suit with dark red hair and an aged face appeared out of thin air.

The edges of the old man’s suit were lined with silver, shimmering with the same faint silver light as his eyes.

At the sight of the old man, Randila immediately knelt down with his head bowed.

"Bishop!"

"Where is Mosang?" the old man’s silver eyes fixed on Randila as an invisible force field twisted out of nowhere and descended upon him.

"If the news you’ve brought back isn’t important enough, I’ll take you to the frontline with me. If you haven’t deceived me, I will bestow upon you a drop of essence blood."

"To the Bishop... Lord Mosang... I fear he may have been murdered... At the scene, I only found remnants of his staff, and his ashes, I’m afraid, have likely dispersed under the sunlight," Randila reported gravely.

"With Mosang’s speed, he was murdered without sending a message first?" The Bishop paused, seemingly lost in thought.

"The resurrection ceremony will be held after the revival, but right now with the increasing pressure from the Pure White Praises, we temporarily lack the resources to proceed. On Ludian’s side, I will have Morf take on some extra responsibilities. Once Mosang is resurrected, whoever killed him will be quickly identified."

The Bishop’s words set the tone for everything.

Hearing this, any panic in Randila’s heart finally found some semblance of peace.

"Understood. I will investigate this matter in secret and await Lord Mosang’s revival."

"However, the one who could rapidly kill Mosang is probably only that individual from the Hades Congregation...."

The old man furrowed his brows, waved his hand as if to dismiss Randila.

Suddenly, a silver-white bat flew into the hall and landed swiftly on his left shoulder. The bat’s mouth moved slightly as if whispering something.

"What!?" The old man’s face grew even more furrowed.

Near Ludian City, the entirety of a small congregation, that worshipped the hellish Scorpion God, was just discovered dead at their church base.

From the lowest disciple to the highest Bishop, not one spared, and inside their bodies – all blood, flesh, bones, and organs had vanished, leaving nothing but limp skin and garments behind.

"Another dissolution murder case... this time it has occurred in Ludian... " Dissolution murder cases were not new, but had been occurring for many years.

The targets were always the tiny and medium-sized church groups across the countries of Anze, groups with weak influence and low visibility, whose disappearances often went unnoticed for a time.

But due to the recurrence every few years, increasing in frequency and sharing the same pattern, they had become increasingly conspicuous.

"You may go now, I will send someone to investigate, keep an eye on all nearby living people," the old man told the silver-white bat.

The bat nodded, turned around, and flew away.

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Forever Agency.

Li Chengyi was cross-legged and floating in the air, with transparent Sword of Wisdom circling around him.

A large amount of crystals were piled up in the room, from which small colorful points of light flew out and merged into his body.

The depleted crystals crumbled one after another, turning into a fine white powder.

As time passed, more powder accumulated in the room, and fewer crystal columns remained.

The materials on the table also dissolved one by one, turning into streams of multicolored mucus that flew up and joined the Sword of Wisdom array beside Li Chengyi.

After a short time, all the mucus disappeared.

A blue-purple flame mark slowly surfaced on Li Chengyi’s forehead.

The flame mark was complex in design, and its patterns seemed to contain the image of a sharp long sword.

Sigh...

He exhaled lightly, and a massive airflow swirled through the room.

Li Chengyi opened his eyes.

"I’ve finally done it."

The foundational stage of the Yin Canon was now complete. Next, he would increase the number of Origin Seals to twenty, which would then automatically form the Creation Furnace and ignite the first True Fire.

As for how to obtain the Origin Seal, the Yin Canon didn’t specify, meaning it’s up to you to decide.

Whether you train hard yourself, rob others, or steal, as long as you can gather twenty complete Origin Seals, you can ignite the True Fire.

Taking into account the situation in Midlane, it’s probably a high chance that one needs to cultivate other Martial Arts to condense the Origin Seal.

But here, there’s no shortcut through Martial Arts, so naturally, the best way is to follow the path set by the Thousand Face Sword Canon.

Luckily, the Thousand Face Sword Canon is also highly concealed.

After ending his cultivation, the indigo flame mark on Li Chengyi’s brow softly faded away.

Having spent altogether four sets of materials, he finally laid the foundation as outlined in the Yin Canon; you can imagine how expensive and resource-consuming the Yin Canon is.

’Next is to continue condensing the Origin Seal.... As long as one observes the sublimation of will through the Thousand Face Sword Canon, one can condense a Human-Faced Spirit Sword.... and in turn, solidify the Origin Seal.’

’Now, it’s time to select the candidate most likely to achieve the sublimation of will....’

Li Chengyi pondered inwardly.

For the sublimation of will to occur, one needs a person who already possesses a strong foundation of will and who can experience sublimation during a moment of great enlightenment.

And who is most likely to have such a strong will?

It’s those under intense mental pressure and with extremely stable worldviews, like....a tiny number of top criminals, top hunters who rose from insignificance, self-made business tycoons, and grizzled veterans, among others.

Another group consists of those who have already suffered countless hardships and setbacks, yet have consistently held steadfast to their core beliefs; these people’s will is absolutely strong.

’So, how to achieve sublimation?’

Li Chengyi considered.

With the Thousand Face Sword Canon, different people have different understandings when practicing, and the Human-Faced Spirit Swords formed by different understandings hold variations in power.

So....

He habitually glanced at the position in the air where traces of the Floral Bead were left, confirming there was no change. Li Chengyi waved his hand to dispel the Death Energy Array, stood up, opened the door, and left his office.

’I need to find the candidates, and obviously, I won’t find them by staying inside. I need to get out and explore.’

Having made up his mind, he waved to Nilan, who was huffing and puffing as she mopped the floor, then opened the door and left the office.

Although the little girl Nilan had a sharp tongue, she worked hard.

With an area of three hundred square meters, she would clean it five times a day if asked, truly without skimping on effort."

Li Chengyi was quite satisfied with her dedication; he definitely wasn’t holding a grudge against the little girl for her earlier backtalk and assigning her chores out of spite.

Was Li Chengyi such a petty person?

Of course not.

He slowly walked along the street towards the city center.

Streams of people continuously passed him by on the street.

Office workers heading to or from work, shopping housewives and house-husbands, parents strolling with their children, elderly people taking slow walks....

Wearied faces, composed faces, sorrowful faces, joyful faces, the ordinary visages of countless people constantly passed before Li Chengyi’s eyes.

The consciousness power of each person, in his current perception, were like flickering flames.

They were burning, with clear threads flowing inside them, proof of life’s existence.

As he traversed one street after another, observing an innumerable number of people,

Their levels of consciousness power were varied, but their intensities were more or less similar.

Li Chengyi was even becoming a bit disappointed; it seemed impossible to find an individual with a sufficiently strong will by simply wandering around....

Walking along the pedestrian path, he unconsciously reached a gloomy and dirty black mud district.

This district was different from other areas; the roads weren’t paved with concrete but were crudely covered with a mix of coal slag and mud.

The stores on both sides were mostly shut, and those that were open had tattooed men and women gathered at the entrances, smoking and chatting.

In the distance, little shops glowing with red lights appeared intermittently, and at their doors stood or sat long-haired women dressed provocatively.

The slums.

The name flashed through Li Chengyi’s mind.

Ludian had its slums, and they were not small in size.

At this moment, within his perception, he discovered a flame of consciousness power that was completely different from the rest.

If the consciousness power of ordinary people was the size of an egg, then the consciousness power of this person was the size of a fist.

Definitely larger by a rank.

Following the direction of the consciousness power, Li Chengyi moved closer and soon stopped in front of a small shop glowing with red light.

Inside the shop, through the glass door, he could see a thin figure quietly lying on a small wooden stool, straining to do homework in the dim light amidst sighs and moans.

It was a little girl.

A little girl who appeared to be only twelve or thirteen, about the same age as Nilan, with lovely features, but her cheeks were marred by crisscrossing scarlet scars, completely ruining her harmonious beauty.

’It’s her...’ Li Chengyi confirmed the owner of the flame of consciousness power was the little girl, then pushed the door open and entered.

Inside the shop, a plump woman in an ultra-short skirt who had been dozing off on the couch immediately stood up at the sound, and her eyes widened when she saw Li Chengyi.

Considering his silver-white hair and his handsome, fair face, she found it hard to believe that he came to such a place for the sake of women.

"This gentleman...." the plump woman hesitated to speak.

"What’s her name? Where are her parents? Can I adopt her?" Li Chengyi asked, pointing at the little girl with a barrage of questions.

"???" The plump woman was utterly bewildered.

The little girl being pointed at was also completely baffled.