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After his conversation with Mr. Hughes concluded, Leyton rearranged the ritual materials that hadn't yet been tidied up on the floor, swiftly setting up a new ritual and retrieving the gem that had concentrated various ice-element abilities.
Even with a layer of transparent amber sealing it, the temperature in the room quickly dropped by several degrees.
Leyton held the light-blue gem encased in transparent amber, quietly sensing the ice-coldness and intensity of the light-blue gem.
"Close to Sequence 4 level, but still a bit short."
Leyton made an assessment in his mind.
He had already thought of Ulyssan, King of the North, the imagined giant dragon from Groselle's Travels.
Perhaps the origin of this gem was a second epoch creature similar to Ulyssan, King of the North, where aggregating similar characteristics was the mainstream at the time.
After pondering for a while, Leyton put down the transparent amber in his hand and then put away the remaining ritual materials on the floor.
After doing all this, he sat down in the armchair at the desk and began to ponder what kind of figurine he should make with this light-blue gem.
"Frost, Wraith, Seafarer." Leyton leaned back in the chair, murmuring for a while, gradually gaining inspiration.
Picking up the round-bellied steel pen and white paper from the desk, he began to write:
Snow Maiden: She lives deep in the mountains, controlling the winter snow. Fragility, tenderness, and melancholy constitute her soul.
She has snow-white skin, a beautiful appearance, and a gentle disposition.
She likes to appear on snowy nights. If anyone who sees her cannot resist her temptation, they will be eternally frozen by her light kiss, their souls devoured, and their ice-sculpted bodies taken back to her cave to be displayed for her viewing pleasure.
Putting down the steel pen and lightly shaking the paper twice, Leyton looked at the story of the Snow Maiden, pieced together from his own memories, and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
Just a story, and Leyton had already outlined the image of a beautiful and charming lady in his mind.
Somewhat impatiently, he moved the materials needed for making the figurine from the utility room, with Bugs Bunny skillfully assisting.
After spending an entire afternoon, Leyton finally molded a qualified beautiful lady figurine out of clay.
Leyton took out the translucent puppet from Wraith Steve, and the light-blue gem given by Mr. Hughes.
This time, Leyton did not first mix the materials into a potion to pour onto the figurine to make it a Mystical Item.
The main reason was that the temperature of the light-blue gem was too low; it had already frozen the pure water in the glass bottle before even touching it.
Leyton had no choice but to skip this step and directly took out the materials, preparing for the ritual of praying to the Hidden Sage.
On the floor, he drew a pair of cold, indifferent, lashless eyes with countless brilliant stars using a potion.
He arranged the positions of the candles, the figurine, the translucent puppet, and the light-blue gem, among other materials.
Snap! He snapped his fingers, the candles lit up, and Leyton immediately dripped two drops of essential oil into the candle flames.
The flames flickered twice, and the room was instantly filled with the scent of tulips.
Seeing this, Leyton quickly stood up and took a step back, simultaneously beginning to chant aloud:
"Sage who perceives the world, Eye that gazes into truth, Incarnation of endless knowledge and numerology!"
"I pray to you, I pray for the power of knowledge."
"I pray for you to bestow substantial power upon illusory knowledge."
As Leyton finished chanting, the temperature in the room had imperceptibly reached the point where white frost could condense.
Leyton exhaled a puff of white mist, his gaze fixed on the extremely unstable light-blue gem.
Without the transparent amber's isolation, the different Pathway and different Sequence characteristics mixed within the light-blue gem began to stir, causing the room's temperature to plummet instantly.
Bugs Bunny shivered nearby, tightening his high-end custom tuxedo and shrinking himself between two cushions.
Fortunately, the Hidden Sage's response was quick; almost within one or two breaths of finishing the incantation, the corresponding Spirit World in the room directly overlapped with reality.
One after another, torrents of complex information descended in an illusory form.
The figurine, the light-blue gem, the translucent puppet, and the paper with the Snow Maiden's story, which were originally placed on the floor, all instantly disintegrated, transforming into streams of information.
This information was drawn into the air, coalescing into an illusory sphere of light.
Around it, information continuously and rapidly merged into this illusory sphere of light.
In less than two minutes, the originally illusory sphere of light was tinged with a blend of light blue and pure white.
The illusory sphere of light slowly condensed into a tangible form: a palm-sized figurine of a tall, voluptuous woman with snow-like skin and long light-blue hair.
The Snow Maiden's dress seemed like ice crystals, shimmering with transparent light, and just one glance drew a strong attraction.
The figurine had many snowflake elements; the lower half of the woman was transparent white, while the upper half had solid colors, looking like a ghost trying to disguise itself as a human.
The Hidden Sage departed from here in the form of an information torrent, and the space in the room reconnected with the Spirit World.
The temperature in the room quickly rose, soon returning to normal.
Leyton stepped forward two paces, catching the Snow Maiden figurine that was falling to the ground.
It felt cold to the touch, not just a physical sensation of coldness, but also a deep chill that reached the soul.
Perhaps because the light-blue gem was powerful enough, Leyton even felt a divine aura from the Snow Maiden figurine.
His intuition told Leyton that this Snow Maiden figurine had reached the demigod level, though it was the weakest kind, significantly weaker than a normal demigod, and comparable to the Northern King in Groselle's Travels.
Leyton leaned back in the armchair at the desk, holding the Snow Maiden figurine in his hand, closing his eyes, and performing a simple divination.
The Snow Maiden figurine: Possesses demigod-level ice-element abilities, and also masters many Sequence 5 level death-element spells.
She can freely switch between spirit body and flesh and blood form. In spirit body state, she is like a true phantom, with the ability to pass through obstacles, hide in mirrors, and directly attack the opponent's soul.
The negative effects are: The Snow Maiden will tempt every adult male who sees her. If they cannot resist the temptation, their souls will be devoured by her, and their bodies will be frozen into ice sculptures.
The Snow Maiden detests those who betray their vows. No matter who it is, as long as they betray their vows in front of her, they will be cruelly killed by her.
Leyton reopened his eyes and looked at the Snow Maiden figurine in his hand. As his gaze swept over the figurine's light-blue eyes, Leyton felt as if the other party was meeting his gaze, even observing him.
He stood up and stretched, placing the figurine in the display cabinet nearby, planning to find time later to specifically experiment with the Snow Maiden's abilities.
Leyton then tidied up the remaining ritual materials on the floor, restoring the room to its original state.
He then turned and went downstairs to the kitchen to prepare his dinner for the day.
City of Silver. Derrick, who had been confined to the Round Tower Bottom for several days, felt that he had adapted to the Darkness here and could ignore the shouts for help and cries that occasionally emanated.
Derrick lay quietly on his bed, contemplating or zoning out, sometimes regretting his impulsive decision.
He dared not imagine what his fate would be if the Council of Six had not believed him, but instead firmly believed he had been corrupted by an evil god.
No, I should trust the Chief's insight and judgment. The Council of Six wouldn't easily believe me, but they certainly wouldn't simply assume I've been corrupted by an evil god.
Thump! Thump! Thump!
As Derrick lay on his bed in thought, he seemed to hear a violent banging on a door.
Driven by curiosity, Derrick calmed down, listening carefully and discerning the source of the banging.
The banging came from next door, and he also heard faint, sharp, sorrowful sobs amidst the crashing sounds.
The hairs on Derrick's body suddenly stood on end, and he abruptly sprang from the bed, adopting a highly defensive posture.
Just then, the thumping sounds spread to the metal wall separating the two rooms, creating one slowly denting bulge after another.
Derrick instinctively wanted to summon a Holy Light, when suddenly his surroundings brightened, as if the entire space had been moved outside, just in time to encounter a flash of lightning.
The banging instantly ceased, and the Round Tower Bottom returned to silence, the kind of silence where even a faint sound of footsteps could echo far and long.
Derrick lowered his highly defensive posture, lowering his head in thought about what had just happened.
Tap, tap, tap! At this moment, the metal wall on the other side seemed to be gently tapped by someone bending their finger.
"Who?" Derrick's voice rose, asking loudly with a hint of fear.
The tapping immediately paused, and after a few seconds, a deep but quite aged voice vaguely sounded:
"Oh, it's a little fellow!"
Seeing that the other party could communicate rationally, Derrick's tense emotions eased somewhat. He gradually moved closer to the wall and asked:
"Who are you?"
The aged voice on the other side of the wall did not answer the question, but chuckled and said:
"The one next to you almost lost control several times. Today, he finally couldn't be saved."
"Then he's become a Monster now?"
Derrick asked through the metal wall.
"No, he's already a corpse. The moment he turned into a Monster, he was dealt with by the Mystical Item sealed here."
The aged voice sighed:
"I've been here for forty-two years, well, that's what the guards told me. I've seen too many similar things."
Derrick asked back, quite surprised:
"You've been here for forty-two years?"
Normally, losing control is divided into three stages: from the appearance of precursors, to the body and mind beginning to lose control, and finally to complete collapse and transformation into a terrifying Monster.
Even Beyonders in the second stage, after being sent to the Round Tower Bottom and treated with potions, rituals, and other methods, would slowly stabilize and recover within at most a year and a half.
If they didn't recover within that time, then the only possibility was complete loss of control. In any case, they couldn't be confined for as long as forty-two years.
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