"Yet she crossed the void moon upon the wind of ruin, soaring above all worldly ties, where no earthly shackles bound her flight, and no shadow obscured the path."
Four-Wing sorcery spirit Windborn, Four-Wing sorcery spirit Voidmoon, Four-Wing sorcery spirit Tether, Four-Wing sorcery spirit Earthly Wind, Four-Wing sorcery spirit Shadow...
Guided by the mythological poem, Yaxiu completed godhead fragments step by step.
Not every godhead fragment had an accompanying poem; if the Nightmare Angel had not left one behind, there simply was none.
The Nightmare Angel had left behind one hundred and thirty-three mythological poems, corresponding to exactly one hundred and thirty-three godhead fragments.
Notably, the Dream Demon placed immense value on these poems. Only after the four of them had advanced the completion of the virtual godhead to seventy percent did it finally share the mythological poems with them, treating them as the core secret of the Nightmare Inheritance.
In truth, these poems were fully worthy of the Dream Demon's regard. Yaxiu had originally estimated that the final thirty percent would take at least sixteen hours of relentless overtime. But with the mythological poems to guide them, their progress quickened drastically. Weise succeeded in condensing spirits every single time, and even when Yaxiu, Sonia, and Diya failed, they suffered no soul backlash. The remaining time looked like it could be compressed to under six hours.
The poems had no obvious sequential order; one could only deduce from them that each celebrated the divine authority of a god. Clearly, the protagonist of every poem was the yet-unborn Nightmare god.
Why could these poems left by the Nightmare Angel aid in condensing godhead fragments? More importantly, why were there only one hundred and thirty-three of them?
Whenever Yaxiu and the others thought they understood the school of virtual godheads, Teacher Dream Demon would present new concepts. Although they ground their teeth in hatred toward the demon—and dared not utter a single curse aloud—they had to admit that participating firsthand in the creation of a god had broadened their horizons tremendously.
Never mind Sanctuary sorcerers, the vast majority of Legendary sorcerers might never encounter such an opportunity.
They could only conclude that it was not that the Nightmare Angel had lacked the desire to compose a complete mythology, but rather that his capability had allowed for only these one hundred and thirty-three pieces. If a complete mythology covering all godhead fragments truly existed, an ordinary sorcerer could probably complete a virtual godhead simply by following it step by step, without even needing a Truth Sorcerer's help.
Yet such mythological poems could likely only be authored by sorcerers who had stepped into the divine realm. For a demigod, however, godhead fragments could be forcefully condensed even without poems, making mythologies unnecessary.
Amid these thoughts, Yaxiu condensed another godhead fragment.
With a light flick of his hand, the godhead fragment drifted toward the massive crystal at the center of the hall. When it settled within, it meshed seamlessly into the crystal.
The completion rate of the virtual godhead reached eighty-five percent, and its rough outline was already taking shape: a ruined land choked with blazing flames, thorns, dark clouds, swamps, and skeletal remains.
At first, Yaxiu had thought a godhead was a god's core soul. Now, however, it seemed that a virtual godhead at least shaped a god's external setting—just like the background in a character portrait.
*Boom!*
Suddenly, a violent tremor shook the hall. Light burst before Weise, Sonia, and Diya, and their bodies jolted simultaneously. Clearly, external interference had caused their spirit-condensing to fail, inflicting a minor backlash.
They raised their heads and could see the battle in the Kingdom of Heaven in Dreams directly through the glass skylight.
The chaotic clash of sorceries between the Spectre Will and the Sanctuary sorcerers was steadily eroding the foundations of the Kingdom of Heaven in Dreams, so much so that the dazzling multicolored radiance that had previously shrouded the Golden Hall was rapidly dispersing.
It was clear that the moment the radiant light vanished entirely, the Golden Hall would be exposed to the world!
When that time came, no matter how universally despised the Spectre Will was, he would fail to draw any attention away from Yaxiu's group. How could a destitute demigod who had failed to resurrect compare to an impending newborn god?
The moment Yaxiu and his companions were discovered, both the Sanctuary sorcerers here and the high-and-mighty Divine Lords would exhaust every means to besiege them and carve up their fruits!
To say nothing of the god itself, Yaxiu and the others who had successfully crafted a virtual godhead were an immense fortune in their own right. Siphoning the complete sorcery procedure for the virtual godhead from their minds would amount to claiming half a lifetime of the Nightmare Angel's achievements!
Yaxiu and the others had only just realized this, but they were already mired too deeply to escape.
The Nightmare Inheritance and virtual godhead were indeed the greatest fortuitous encounters they had gained so far, but they lacked the power to protect this treasure. Once the Golden Hall was exposed, infinite greed and malice from the outside world would await them.
They might not even be able to flee. Although in most cases a sorcerer's death in the Void Realm only severely damaged the soul, outside stood two thousand Sanctuary sorcerers from various nations and factions!
Let alone utterly destroying a soul, Yaxiu would not be surprised if some among them could forcibly enslave and dominate Sanctuary peers.
From the moment the Dream Demon dragged them into the Golden Hall, they had no retreat left.
Refuse to partake in god-creation, and the Dream Demon would turn them into raw materials;
Partake in god-creation, and they would become the coveted prize treasures of the Sanctuary sorcerers!
Their only path now was to successfully create the god, braving the tempest of malice outside to reach the rainbow after the storm!
Thus, despite their injuries, Sonia, Diya, and Weise took no rest, immediately plunging back into condensing godhead fragments. Adding it all up, they had spent over a day and a night in the Void Realm, subjected to relentless exploitation under their Dream Demon boss. Yet when the four occasionally caught each other's eyes, their gazes held no gloom, only a bright light of anticipation.
"Melee Group Three, scatter! Ranged Group, attack!"
"He's casting an area Soul Scream! Anyone called out, don't move—I've marked you with red light! Everyone else, stay away from the red light!"
"Melee Group Two, push forward and don't let him break through! Groups One, Four, Five, and Six, restrict his movements according to plan! Curse Group, cast!"
"Explosive Fire Group, prepare!"
"Freezing Frost Group, prepare!"
Countless telepathic transmissions echoed across the Kingdom of Heaven in Dreams. Igola and thirty-three other Mind Sanctuary sorcerers had formed a temporary command post, jointly overseeing the combined operations of the two thousand Sanctuary sorcerers!
Several hours ago, the Divine Lord of Stars had formally intervened, invoking the Concept of Stars to unleash a Starry Sky Divine Miracle that shielded all Sanctuary sorcerers within the Kingdom of Heaven in Dreams.
For the duration of the Starry Sky Divine Miracle, the soul energy of all Sanctuary sorcerers was steadily replenished, their injuries rapidly healed, and the recovery rate of their sorcery power increased drastically—in short, their health and mana were practically locked at full.
Yet even with such a massive advantage, facing the Spectre Will fighting at full power, dozens of Sanctuary sorcerers had perished within minutes! Because the Kingdom of Heaven in Dreams was completely sealed, their deaths were absolute. The Spectre Will directly refined their souls, absorbing them into his legion of wronged souls!
In the real world, these Sanctuary sorcerers were influential figures who commanded wind and rain, yet they died so easily, so unceremoniously, like ants scalded by boiling water!
Sanctuary sorcerers were no fools. Gripped by grief for their fallen peers, even if they had been strangers with clashing interests a moment ago, in the next second they were forced to become close comrades fighting side by side!
No conflict was greater than the conflict between life and death!
Soon, a Mind Sanctuary sorcerer activated the miracle 'Mind Link', connecting every Sanctuary sorcerer to a single mental channel. This miracle was peculiar: by default, it drained the sorcery power of the recipients, which was why it could connect a full two thousand people.
Organizing two thousand people into an army of sorcerers was not something one person could manage alone, so other Mind Sanctuary sorcerers immediately joined the command network, including Igola.
Using the Blood Moon Sanctuary sorcerers, Spell Elves, and Parasite Sorcerers as foundations, they formed the Curse Group, Ranged Group, and Melee Group. After several rounds of intensive clash, and the loss of over a hundred more Sanctuary sorcerers, they finally managed to forge the two thousand into a united force capable of resisting the Spectre Will.
Naturally, some Sanctuary sorcerers were reluctant to take orders—especially in the Melee Group, where close contact with the Spectre Will was required. Many had been terrified by him and dared not face him head-on. But the thirty-four commanders were no pushovers; they monitored everyone's contributions at all times. The moment someone failed to deal damage or provide support, the Mind Sanctuary sorcerers would mark them with a brilliant hue.
This mark served to signal the Spectre Will: *Kill this one as you please, we won't interfere.*
Though some certainly resented the Mind Sanctuary sorcerers directing from the safe zone and dictating life and death, the Spell Elves, Blood Moon Sanctuary sorcerers, and Parasite Sorcerers all backed the command post, and most Sanctuary sorcerers were willing to follow orders!
They all understood that if they did not unite, even with the ongoing support of the Starry Sky Divine Miracle, the Spectre Will would slaughter them to the last!
Sanctuary sorcerers were not fools, nor did they lack courage!
Earlier, when the Spectre Will had casually 'inspected and critiqued' them at whim, some had been paralyzed with terror, but even more had felt humiliated and enraged!
The Spectre Will suddenly dove downward. His legion of wronged souls had retracted entirely into his soul, leaving his body draped in a thin veil of black gauze that rippled constantly with tens of thousands of disturbances, like countless tormented souls crying out for salvation.
Three hundred melee Sanctuary sorcerers pursued him closely, swarming like bees to cut off all his escape routes!
"Just about ready..."
Suddenly, the Spectre Will rammed into a black sphere, smashing it to pieces.
As the black sphere shattered, the rewards inside scattered in every direction. The pursuing sorcerers paused slightly, instinctively reaching out to claim the spoils. But Igola and the other Mind Sanctuary sorcerers immediately noticed that the Spectre Will was also scrambling for the sorcery spirits!
"The Spectre is retrieving his former sorcery spirits! Stop him!"
From the start until now, the Spectre Will had relied solely on his legion of wronged souls in battle, utilizing only the few sorcery spirits left in the Spectre Orthodoxy.
It was not that he could not use more, but driving sorcery spirits consumed thoughts, and thoughts consumed will. Reduced to a mere bundle of will, he had to be extremely selective.
Although he had failed to fully resurrect, he had obtained a soul body. As a soul demigod, he likely had ways to consume soul to replenish will. That meant he could now reclaim most of his former sorcery spirits, bringing the uncanny terror of the Spectre Prophet back into the world!
Now, he was no longer merely a flickering Spectre Will like a candle in the wind, but the Spectre Prophet who could endure in this realm!
"Though using source crystals to cast sorcery is terribly wasteful... I have no choice."
Facing the pursuing Sanctuary sorcerers, the Spectre Prophet suddenly turned and waved his hand, spewing a cloud of multicolored purple mist behind him. Even with the protection of their Sanctuaries, many sorcerers quickly fell into a deep slumber, disarmed before the Spectre Prophet!
Divine miracle: Soul-Tethering Dream!
Empowered by the Kingdom of Heaven in Dreams, this miracle's potency rose to divine tier. Compounded by its ability to pollute a sorcerer's soul along their line of sight, Sanctuaries were rendered virtually useless!
Yet just as the Spectre Prophet surged back to harvest them, specks of starlight emerged across the Sanctuary sorcerers, instantly snapping them out of their slumber.
"Stars!"
The Spectre Prophet snorted coldly and retreated swiftly to dodge the Sanctuary sorcerers' counterattack. Looking up at the false starry sky of the Kingdom of Heaven in Dreams, he discreetly activated a prophecy miracle, his soul's will draining rapidly!
Soon, he saw through the secret of the Starry Sky Divine Miracle, and his expression turned cold.
"Unless all these Sanctuary sorcerers die, the starry sky lockdown won't lift..." the Spectre Prophet murmured. "So you intend to exhaust my reserve of source crystals?"
Chapter 677