I Am God!

Lan En, the chief priest of the Ice Temple, took his students to the island of mist in a hurry by boat.

The light from the lighthouse fell, dispelling the fog and illusion.

Before the boat stopped, he hurriedly jumped off the boat and headed for the Temple of Truth.

There was a group of people waiting to greet him in front of him, but he didn't respond, but walked straight past the side.

These people immediately surrounded Lan En and followed behind him.

"Lord Lan En."

"Lord Lan En."

Whether it is in the Nine Great Temples of Xiyin Sai, or in the Temple of Truth that is far away overseas, or in the eyes of all Xiyin Sai people.

Even the priest of food, Lan En, deserves the title of an adult.

It could be seen that Lan En was very anxious at the moment, he walked into the castle, and nodded with Elena, the Knight of the Demon Abyss standing at the door.

Pushing open the door, I saw the dying teacher Sang De'an lying on the bed.

The fire damage of the fire demon is still second. The internal organs injured by the last blow are more incurable than the burns. Sang De'an has been vomiting blood every day for the past few days.

Lan En stopped in front of the door, and then carefully closed the door, letting everyone stay outside.

He looked at the powerful teacher in the past, the sage of truth who stood at the pinnacle of the world's power in Xiyinsi, and it was difficult to accept such a fragile appearance at this moment.

But what made Lan En even more unbelievable was that.

The teacher's always wise and passionate eyes in the past have become dim and lifeless now.

Haru followed Sunderan since he was a child, and in a sense he is his most important student, at least emotionally deeper than Lan En.

Sand'an heard the movement, and he turned his head to look over.

"Hmm~"

"It's Lan En, you're back."

Lan En hurried forward and sat on the edge of the bed.

"teacher!"

"how so?"

Sang De'an looked at him with a smile, but the smile was extremely bitter.

"I always thought that I could pass on the will and ideals of the saints to everyone."

"did not expect."

"Those great truths that I say every day, but even my closest students can't pass them on."

Haru's betrayal dealt a great blow to Sunderan.

It can even be said that it was a huge impact on his ideals and ideas, making him directly doubt whether the future he was looking forward to could really come.

He always thought that under the guidance of the will and ideals of the saints, the world would go in the best direction.

As long as they accept the influence of the will of the saints from an early age, everyone can become a pioneer of a better future.

However, it is not.

Lan En only knew that Haru had injured the teacher and betrayed the Temple of Truth, but he didn't know what happened there.

"teacher!"

"What the hell happened?"

Sang De'an lay on the bed and looked at the ceiling: "We have obtained the secret of eternal life."

Lan En's tone suddenly changed: "What?"

Sunderan nodded and closed his eyes slightly.

"That's right!"

"We merged the secret technique of immortality and the magical technique of seal and seal to create a new life. Haru thinks that is the power of the fourth level."

"I created a stone demon and locked it underground."

"And Haru turned himself into a fire demon, the last monster everyone saw."

Lan En asked: "Teacher! What exactly do you want to do?"

Sang De'an turned his head slightly and looked at Lan En: "I want to see what the power of the fourth level is like."

"Unfortunately, this path was wrong from the beginning."

Sang De'an regretted a little, he kept talking about it.

"It shouldn't be like this, it shouldn't be like this."

"That's not the power of the fourth order, Haru made a mistake."

However, although he failed, he still found the reason for his failure from it, and saw the dawn from the failure.

Sang De'an took out a pair of forearm-long bone scroll silk books from under the pillow, and handed them to Lan En.

Lan En took it carefully, listening to the teacher speak slowly.

"We have been on the wrong path from the very beginning, and the method of immortality secret technique is not feasible."

"What needs to be changed is the essence of the mythical blood."

Lan En looked at the bone scroll in his hand: "Teacher!"

"What do you want me to do?"

Sang De'an nodded slightly: "Try the above method, it should be possible with your strength and wisdom."

——

In the workshop of the Sage of Truth, Lan En led several students to conduct experiments according to the method written in the Sang De'an bone scroll.

Unlike before, this time their experimental object was not a whole body, but an unimaginably tiny mythical blood unit.

Sander'an's cursed pottery puppet was placed on the table, but everyone's attention was on the bottle beside it.

It falls inside the bottle with just a tiny bit of fluorescence.

Lan En even brought a magnifying glass newly made by the Temple of Glass to observe the inside of the Mythical Blood, but unfortunately he couldn't see anything except light.

It was a small faint fluorescent light, and a third-level curse-seal priest like him suddenly felt dizzy when he looked carefully.

Holding the drawing on the silk book, his eyes were full of shock.

Not only because of the secret techniques involving the blood of myth and the mystery of power, but also because of the treacherous ideas of his teacher.

"Do not pursue the whole, but individual transformation."

"Accumulated sand becomes rock, and accumulated water becomes a river."

"Stuff the entire cursed spirit into this mythical blood unit?"

"How can this be?"

Although Lan En's intuition told him that this was impossible, how could such a small mythical blood unit hold such a powerful force.

But he still believed in the teacher's judgment and asked the students to help him start the experiment.

He extracted the curse-sealed spirit from the curse-sealed pottery puppet, and began to find a way to integrate it into the blood of myth.

He tried the spirit resonance method, tried the activation secret technique, and constantly revised the plan.

Day after day, failure after failure made everyone exhausted.

But fortunately, even if they fail, they will only lose one mythical blood unit, and they can carry out such experiments many times.

It seems that everything is not so urgent.

However, Lan En was still experimenting non-stop, without daring to stop at all.

Because he felt that Sun De'an's time was running out, the teacher hung his breath just to see his success.

After many methods and plans failed, Lan En finally thought of Haru's secret method of mental pressure.

He found Haru's experiment record, and then started another attempt.

He engraved lines on the crystal bottle, and led a dozen priests to form a powerful spiritual hurricane according to the lines.

In the hurricane, the blood of myth and the spirit of the seal kept pressing down on the inside.

The huge curse-sealed spirit is getting smaller and smaller, so small that it is almost invisible to the naked eye, but the mythical blood has not changed much.

In the end, the curse-sealed spirit was squeezed into the mythical blood of that unit.

"Hiss!"

The mythical blood actually emitted a light like lightning, and a faint ray of lightning directly illuminated the entire workshop, hundreds of times more blazing than the sun at noon.

"Boom!"

The crystal bottle exploded, and the entire laboratory was in a mess.

Everyone dodged and resisted the exploding fragments with magic spells, and looked over after the light subsided.

All I saw was a crystal floating in midair.

A silvery translucent crystal, or gravel and stone.

Lan En walked up step by step, and the crystal, which was so small that it was almost invisible to the naked eye, fell into his palm if there was no light.

"Is it this one?"

He felt that this small crystal had undergone an unimaginable transformation.

It can easily accommodate a person's consciousness, his memory, his power.

Even if his body dies and his will rots, this drop of blood will pass on his strength and memory.

He turned his head and looked at everyone: "We seem to have succeeded."

"It really worked.

"It really worked."

Cheers broke out in the workshop, and it was difficult for everyone to suppress the ecstasy in their hearts.

Lan En had no time to celebrate and cheer, he brought the crystal to Sunderan's side.

"teacher!"

"I found the answer."

"I found it.

Lan En carefully held the crystal and lifted it to Sunderan's eyes.

Sang De'an stretched out his hand slowly, and Lan En immediately put it between the teacher's fingers.

Sang De'an pinched the small, glowing "gravel" with his thumb and index finger, and finally showed a happy smile on his face: "It turns out that the blood of myth after transformation is like this."

At the end of his life, Sunderan still did what he wanted to do.

Although it only opened a beginning, creating a small gravel, or stone.

But that door has been pushed open.

Lan En was very happy, he fulfilled his teacher's expectation.

"teacher!"

"This is your work, you can give it a name!"

At this moment, Sang De'an suddenly remembered the figure he saw in the Temple of Truth a long time ago.

No matter how he thought about it, he couldn't remember the appearance of the other party, but he remembered the words he said.

"Sunderan!"

"All power comes from blood."

It was his words that made Sunderan find his way.

Unfortunately, the secret technique of immortality brought by Haru made him deviate from the track.

However, what is even more ridiculous is that it is precisely because of such a detour that they were able to succeed so smoothly this time.

Sang De'an looked at the glowing spar, his pupils dilated slightly.

"The wisdom bestowed by the gods, the bloodline bestowed by the gods, and the imprint bestowed by the gods."

"It's called the God's Grace Stone."

Sang Dean spat out another mouthful of blood as he spoke.

His organs had reached the worst condition, and even the few doctors standing beside him couldn't do anything about it.

"teacher!"

Sunderan grabbed Lan En's hand, and he also felt that he fell to the last moment.

"Find Haru."

"Tell him we were wrong."

Several mentors who were kneeling on the side also came up, and they asked Sang De'an with some anxiety.

"Master Sage!"

"What about the Temple of Truth? What about the future of the Temple of Truth?"

Sang De'an's eyes still fell on Lan En and Elena standing at the door, and finally shook his head.

"I originally wanted to give it to Haru. I know you like your hometown. The Ice Temple is also a good starting point."

"When you are there, you can also make your own career."

"I don't want to interfere with your choice, whoever wants to become the second-generation sage of the Temple of Truth between you and Elena will do it."

"If you don't want to, then find someone to do it."

"Even in the end."

"The Temple of Truth is like a shooting star in the middle of the night, and it is nothing."

Sang De'an's body relaxed a little bit, and his eyes closed slowly.

"Take it as my fantasies, those day-to-day dreams, which have been punctured by time!"

The sage of truth who brought the power of rituals and miracles to the world and created the era of the third-order priest.

Died on the bed.

With Sander'an's passing away, the God's Grace Stone in his hand also disappeared.

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