Sorcerer’s Handbook
Chapter 679: Only One Step Left

As the Specter Seer expended a significant amount of thoughts to calculate, he immediately uncovered the insidious nature of this Starlit Miracle.

This divine intervention had silently connected to the entire Dreaming Celestium. Clearly, while the Starlight Angel governed the Dreaming Celestium, the Stars Sovereign had extensively studied it as well.

The intervention had two effects: completely sealing the Dreaming Celestium and providing comprehensive support to the sanctuary sorcerers, helping them restore soul energy, heal injuries, and accelerate spellforce recovery.

But here’s the catch: where does the energy to maintain this miracle come from?

Naturally, it comes from the two thousand sanctuary sorcerers themselves!

Though the sanctuary sorcerers seemed unaffected now, once they left this false starry sky, they would find their Rainbow virtual wings reduced by a quarter!

If the Starlit Miracle continued, their Rainbow virtual wings might even vanish entirely, potentially affecting their golden and silver virtual wings as well!

The Specter Seer couldn’t even sow discord because the sanctuary sorcerers hadn’t yet lost their virtual wings; all consequences would only manifest after they left. If he wanted to escape the Starlit Seal, he would have to eliminate all the sanctuary sorcerers, plunging this starry sky into profound darkness!

But with the starry assistance, killing them wasn’t impossible; it just required using a vast number of miracles, consuming a tremendous amount of spellforce!

The problem was, the Specter Seer wasn’t even a sorcerer now. He couldn’t generate spellforce, and his very existence required miracles to sustain-each thought he had was produced by consuming soul energy through miracles, to avoid depleting his original will!

He had been squandering the Source Crystals left from his lifetime to drive spirits to perform miracles!

To maintain a month of the Specter’s Inheritance, he had already used up more than half of his Source Crystals. Just now, he had also initiated the Second Dreaming Soul Refining prohibited ritual to reshape his soul entity, further depleting his already scarce reserves.

The Stars Sovereign seemed to be aiding the two thousand sanctuaries, but in reality, they were using their lives to drain the Specter Seer’s Source Crystal reserves! Even if the Specter Seer won, his Source Crystal reserves would be critically low, making it impossible to proceed to the second phase of resurrection. He would struggle to survive, with his life ticking down to the final countdown!

How insidious, how ruthless, how inescapable!

Yet, the Specter Seer’s expression remained unchanged. As he evaded the sanctuary sorcerers’ pursuit, he rapidly consumed soul energy, countless thoughts colliding and reorganizing in his mind!

He had faced countless crises like this in his lifetime, even being hunted by the Stars Sovereign himself. At his worst, his physical body was obliterated, leaving only a wisp of his soul to escape. If the Stars Sovereign were here in person to execute him, that would be one thing, but this was merely a divine intervention. What did he have to fear?

Suddenly, the Specter Seer used the Black Orb to attack the sanctuary sorcerers. They dodged, but the Ranged Group seized the opportunity to target the Specter Seer.

However, the Specter Seer hid among the Black Orbs, using them to shield against the sanctuary sorcerers’ ranged attacks, and once again used the Black Orbs to meaninglessly collide with the sanctuary cluster. After several rounds, Igor and the other Mental Sanctuaries realized-the Specter Seer was stalling for time.

Yes, this was the method the Specter Seer had devised to break the situation.

There was no need to engage in a prolonged battle with the sanctuary sorcerers. The Starlit Seal, soul energy restoration, and accelerated spellforce recovery were all consuming the virtual wings of the Sanctuaries. As long as he could stall, once their virtual wings were depleted, the Starlit Miracle would naturally dissipate.

The orb of specter’s dream was a creation of the Specter Seer from his past life, and controlling the Black Orb required only a minimal expenditure of thoughts. While this approach might waste some time, it allowed the Specter Seer to conserve a significant amount of Source Crystals for future use.

However, while the Specter Seer aimed to delay, the sanctuary sorcerers had no such intention. Unaware of the true nature of the Starlit Miracle, they adhered to a basic principle: whatever the enemy supports, they oppose.

Since the Specter Seer sought to stall, they resolved to act swiftly and decisively. After a brief and efficient mental exchange, the sanctuary sorcerers received a new directive: attack the Black Orbs and seize the Specter’s Inheritance.

Without dealing with the Black Orbs, they couldn’t reach the Specter Seer. Therefore, they decided to clear out the Black Orbs entirely, which aligned with the interests of most sanctuary sorcerers-they were there to claim the Specter’s Inheritance, after all.

The Specter Seer noticed their shift in tactics and immediately began relocating the Black Orbs to prevent them from concentrating their fire. Although the Black Orbs would automatically regenerate their durability, the sheer number of sanctuary sorcerers meant they could destroy one within minutes and eagerly divide the rewards within.

As time passed and the number of Black Orbs dwindled to below 100, the Dreaming Celestium felt emptier. And perhaps it was a delusion, but they sensed that the Celestium’s darkness seemed to lighten somewhat.

When the count of Black Orbs fell below 50, the Dreaming Celestium took on a grayish hue, as if dawn was approaching. Simultaneously, they noticed star-like cracks appearing on the outer walls of the Celestium, transforming it into a massive birdcage.

With fewer than 10 Black Orbs remaining, the Specter Seer still refrained from counterattacking, and the Dreaming Celestium was nearly illuminated.

Abyssalith sensed something and asked, “Are the Black Orbs the pillars of the Dreaming Celestium?”

“They are the Dreaming Celestium,” the Specter Seer replied calmly. “Once you destroy all the Black Orbs, the Dreaming Celestium will be reduced to a mere shell, and perhaps you’ll be able to leave.”

Leaving was certainly impossible, but the Starlit Miracle, in its effort to seal a shell of the Dreaming Celestium, would inevitably increase the virtual wing consumption of the sanctuary sorcerers. This was why the Specter Seer hadn’t significantly hindered their destruction of the Black Orbs-whether they chose to delay or destroy, it would save him Source Crystals.

As they attacked the final Black Orb, some sanctuary sorcerers approached the outer walls, ready to escape, while more surrounded the Specter Seer. With the situation demanding combat, the Specter Seer showed no hesitation. He glanced at Abyssalith, Mirehex, Malgraith, Trozan, Igor, and others who had excelled in the preceding battle.

He had always had a penchant for hunting prodigies, and in this unprecedented sanctuary melee, the more of these leaders he could eliminate, the easier it would be to deal with The Crowd. The order of killings, the methods employed, the opportunities for sowing discord… he spared no soul energy, generating numerous thoughts to swiftly devise a flawless slaughter plan.

If killing could be considered a spellcasting sect, then the Specter Seer was undoubtedly a demigod sorcerer within it.

Snap.

With the final Black Orb shattering with a resounding crash, the Dreaming Celestium was flooded with light, almost completely connecting with the outside world, save for the starry cage still imprisoning them. Those sanctuary sorcerers who attempted to flee found themselves thwarted by finer cage lines at the edges, crashing into them as if hitting a wall!

As if receiving a signal, the sanctuary sorcerers and the Specter Seer simultaneously sprang into action. Vengeful Souls, flames, ice, bullets… countless miracles poised for action!

Yet at that moment, in the center of the Celestium where there should have been nothing, a transparent golden sphere suddenly appeared!

Inside the sphere was none other than the Golden Hall!

Within the hall were four sorcerers in black robes and a bizarre nightmare devil!

But the most captivating sight was at the center of the hall-a crystal spirit base formed by countless spirits!

At this moment, the black-robed sorcerers were inserting the final fragment into the crystal spirit base, and its flames, thorns, clouds, swamps, and bones quickly took on their respective colors, as if the scorched earth was calling for its master.

Merely gazing at this spirit base made the sanctuary sorcerers feel as though their throats were being constricted, unable to breathe. The intense fear left their minds blank, even causing the spirits within their souls to crouch down, trembling in terror!

“This power, this might…” Malgraith’s eyes widened in disbelief. “Is it a deity!?”

“It’s a Divinity!” The Specter Seer displayed a greedy, fervent expression. “A complete Virtual Divinity!”

The nightmare gazed at the Virtual Divinity before it, its deep voice sounding both like a proclamation and a lament:

“When all beings enter dreams, the nightmare begins to descend!”

“Now, only the final step remains!”