From Secret Clan to the Divine Dynasty

The ancient Lilian, with her face covered in wrinkles, lay on her bed with only a wisp of breath left, seemingly on the brink of departing at any moment.

However, leaving the material world behind to return to the embrace of the Lord wasn’t necessarily a bad thing for Lilian.

She suddenly spoke in a feeble voice, "Father, that matter you discovered half a year ago, I have personally confirmed it again."

Byrne was taken aback for a moment and then spoke with great astonishment, "You actually went to verify it? Have you considered the consequences if it turns out not to be as we thought?"

Lilian gently shook her head.

"That’s why you are not as devout as I am, Father."

"Deep down, I’ve always felt that things would develop in that way."

Byrne fell into a deep silence. Then, Lilian struggled to raise her arm, revealing the complex red mark, and continued,

"The people of the Fischer family have always been protected by the great Lord of the Lost; the rules of those false gods cannot harm us... it’s as it should be."

Byrne nodded his head, his eyes reflecting an astonishing brilliance that spoke of pride—for the bloodline of the Fischer family, and that much deeper reverence for the great Lord of the Lost in his heart.

He continued, nodding, "Actually, pursuing such reasoning further, it’s likely that even if the people of the Fischer family become very powerful, for example, if we eventually have someone reach an Eighth Tier comparable to the ’Heavenly Enlightenment Level’ or even higher, we could still freely come and go from the East of the Ouden Continent."

"The rules set by those false gods don’t pose any problem for us at all!"

Without a doubt, this was an enormous advantage.

Across the Ouden Continent and the entire Claud World, the gods established various rules,

Byrne had pondered deeply how to use this advantage. The most important aspect was the "information gap"— outsiders did not know that the people of the Fischer family could break an "Oath."

He gazed at his important daughter and continued, "Lilian, wait for me for a while... I will find a way to save you."

Lilian gently shook her head.

"Father, I don’t need to live any longer... Actually, the most important thing for me now is to choose a new High Priest. The Dawn Church must have a leader with steadfast faith."

"That person doesn’t need to be very powerful, but must absolutely possess an unparalleled, cough cough, will and conviction..."

She was too weak to go on. If not for the power of the Spirit-returning Tree sustaining her health, she probably wouldn’t have lived to see the end of her theoretical lifespan.

"Lilian, who will lead the Dawn Church is primarily for you to decide; we all trust your judgment,"

Having said this, Byrne gently reached out and stroked the nearby Spiritual Dragon.

"Little guy, no, big guy, have you been bullying the two-headed terrapin again?"

This creature had already undergone a significant change in size, standing more than half a person tall. At the moment, it wore a sorrowful expression, whimpering when Byrne touched it.

"Whimper..."

The Spiritual Dragon shook its head, looking pitiful, but its eyes held a sly twinkle.

Now that it was gradually growing, it had nearly reached Monarch Level strength. Deep down, Lilian felt that its true potential was probably something terrifying.

Byrne gave a faint smile and said indifferently, "Take good care of her, will you?"

The Spiritual Dragon nodded obediently.

After Byrne left Lilian’s room, he went to another room.

It was Helen’s room.

A gloomy room with no light shining in, the thick curtains shut tight around, as though nightfall had descended early, barring the light from entry.

The air was filled with a quiet and oppressive atmosphere; Byrne even felt that breathing seemed extra audible and heavy.

In the boundless darkness, the female figure shrunken into the corner appeared especially frail and helpless.

She curled up tight, as if searching for the security once found in the womb, knees pressed against her chest, arms wrapped around her legs, her head buried deep in the crook of her arms, leaving only her disheveled hair to flutter slightly in the faint air currents.

Even in this pitch-black environment, Helen’s gaze betrayed an indescribable fear and loneliness.

Perhaps in her imagination, those unknowns lurking in the darkness were stealthily approaching, every sound sufficient to accelerate her heartbeat and make her body tremble.

Byrne asked:

"Helen... how are you feeling? Are you okay?"

In the darkness, Helen remained silent for a long time, so long that Byrne even thought she might not speak, but eventually, the girl slowly began to reply.

"I don’t want to talk."

Deep inside, Byrne knew quite well that Helen had entered a period of emotional low.

Under such circumstances, Helen didn’t want to do anything and could hardly generate any normal emotions. He didn’t know how long this state would last, but he now desperately needed the Destiny’s Trajectory of the "Fantasy Fellow."

"Is that ’Little Black’ still here?"

Byrne’s brow furrowed slightly, knowing in his heart that Helen, because of her Fantasy Trajectory, had a natural ability to attract mysterious creatures and gain their favor.

That’s how "Little Black" had come to her.

And it was five years ago that Helen’s dreams directly took her to the Spirit Realm, which, due to the special nature of the Fantasy Trajectory, was as easy and comfortable for her as going on a picnic. Enjoy exclusive content from empire

She even felt it more comfortable than living in the real world.

During one of her wanderings in the Spirit Realm, Helen by chance encountered a strange shadow, a mysterious presence she had never seen before.

Since then, Helen often encountered it, gradually becoming more and more familiar with it.

She later told her family about it, but nobody paid much attention, as Helen’s mental state had always been a bit off, and indeed she possessed special abilities. It was hard to distinguish whether she had really encountered a mysterious presence or it was just a figment of her imagination. In fact, the latter was the most likely.

Even if it was real, Helen could handle it, given her natural ability to gain the favor of mysterious beings.

Two years ago, however, Helen suddenly told her family...

"It’s here!"

"It has come to our world, right here!"

Only then did everyone realize that something was seriously wrong, because none of the mysterious presences Helen encountered in the Spirit Realm had ever followed her for long, let alone from the Spirit Realm into the real world!

Helen named it "Little Black," and only a very few within the Fischer family could observe its presence using extraordinary power.

And "Little Black" ignored everyone except Helen, so over time, everyone stopped paying it any attention.

Until a year ago, when Byrne, while using his extraordinary power, inadvertently had his "Body Double" interfered with by "Little Black," realizing that the other possessed a unique power.

"It’s here."

Helen nodded lightly, took a deep breath in front of her grandfather, and then looked palely toward the corner.

Byrne turned his head, his gaze following Helen’s to the corner not far away.

That was "Little Black," the mysterious being from the Spirit Realm with an undiscovered origin.

In the dark and profound corner, a life form coalesced from night itself lay in wait, its existence a subtle defiance of light, like the most inconspicuous shadow at the edge of an abyss.

The shadow was formless and substanceless, only a contour captured in the faintest of light changes, blending noiselessly into the surrounding darkness like the deepest ink of night.

Byrne, through his Perception Ability achieved after reaching the 5th Rank, sensed its presence yet could not accurately capture its trace, only vaguely feeling a nameless chill rising up his spine, as though observed by some ancient and powerful force in silence.

This "Little Black."

What, exactly, was it?

Its eyes, elusive, stared coldly and devoid of any emotion around it, that gaze penetrating the barriers of matter, staring directly at the secrets and fears deepest in one’s heart.

The shadowy life form belonged neither to the clamor of daylight nor to the tranquility of night, as if it existed beyond time and space.

He could not understand what the mysterious being from the Spirit Realm "Little Black" was, but he was keenly aware that it contained a formidable power!

Now needing to find the president of the Alchemy Council to obtain means to extend his lifespan, Byrne had a series of plans in mind. He spoke calmly and firmly:

"I need its help, Helen."

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