The surrounding void rippled, and two figures silently appeared. The quietly spreading power of wishes smoothed over the impact on the Spirit World caused by the simultaneous arrival of several mythical creatures.
After advancing to "Miracle Invoker," Cavendish had been hiding in the Forsaken Land of the Gods to evade the pursuit of the True Creator and that fallen angel. His power of wishes was extremely Apprentice at concealment and hiding.
At the forefront was Bernadette, wearing a feathered tricorn hat and with eyes as blue as the sea. In her hand, she held a pale mask shimmering with metallic luster. It only had holes for the eyes, with no other seams, and it was precisely "Pale Death."
And before the aura of decay and deathly stillness could dissipate, a pair of cold, almost transparent eyes without eyelashes emerged behind Bernadette.
Beside him, Nast slightly raised his hand towards Bernadette, the dark red light in his eyes contracting and expanding.
The angelic level of chaos and distortion disturbed this Sealed Artifact of Sequence 0, Magnifying its authority while extending the arrival of its negative effects.
On the surface of "Pale Death," the metal instantly softened, interweaving with Bernadette, who had manifested her mythical creature form and transformed into a stream of information, to reform a new figure.
Within the "Eyes of Mystery Prying," whose pupils had turned black, pale lines emerged, outlining an extremely complex and mysterious three-dimensional symbol.
With his spirituality extended, Aaron, who further controlled the Nation of Disorder through the embryonic divine kingdom, no longer needed to pray for light points. The scene outside Sonia Island could clearly appear in his mind with a slight shift of thought.
The entire embryonic divine kingdom began to tremble gently. Laws and order intertwined, and at the very bottom of the miniature world, the unique netherworld formed by the fusion of part of the Netherworld's authority and the complete integration of the "Abyss of Ferrying" rippled.
The three-dimensional symbol representing death deep within the pupil of the "Eyes of Mystery Prying" suddenly expanded. With the blessing of the entire unique netherworld, Bernadette, wearing "Pale Death," was like a deity in charge of death.
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Deep within the Spirit World, which gathered various symbols, at the center of a boundless dark world.
Inside a mottled palace covered in feathers, a pure black sarcophagus stood vertically on a high platform in the center of the palace. The tadpole-shaped symbols inscribed on its surface suddenly burst into pale flames, like a torch in the night illuminating the entire netherworld.
"Pale Empress" Sia Palenque Eggers, wearing a dark black robe embroidered with gold threads and a golden bird-shaped crown, felt the source of the netherworld being pried open, but she merely watched with cold eyes, not attempting to use her authority to stop it.
An Undying belonging to the Numinous Episcopate's "Royal Faction" appeared with a solemn expression beside the high platform. After bowing, he whispered with worry in his voice:
"Your Majesty, is someone attacking the netherworld?"
Sia Palenque Eggers's hollow eyes shifted slightly, and pieces of dark, cold scales quietly appeared on her face but vanished in an instant. Her cold voice echoed within the empty, deathly silent palace:
"Ignore it. This is not something you need to know."
Saying that, she paused and added:
"The cult members in Sybaron should relocate as soon as possible. The world will soon fall into chaos, and His Royal Highness Azik's suggestion can be adopted."
The Undying, who had distinct Southern Continent bloodline features, breathed a sigh of relief and quickly left this palace enveloped by angelic pressure.
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In the Fog Sea, the colorful abstract paintings distorted the mist. Ince Zangwill, wearing a black clerical robe and with dark golden hair, stumbled and detached from the Spirit World.
His eyes were no longer indifferent but filled with pain, as if he was enduring unimaginable torment.
A pure white but somewhat dim quill pen moved unrestrainedly around Ince Zangwill, leaving lines of text on his tattered robe:
"...For unknown reasons, Sauron Einhorn Medici suddenly returned his body to the pitiful Ince Zangwill. Without the obstruction of this evil spirit, Ince Zangwill successfully escaped the Black Death, at the mere cost of the Demoness of Despair's curse...."
Grabbing 0-08, Ince Zangwill scanned the text on his robe with a gloomy expression. Just as he was about to add a few strokes to the end of the text, his sole remaining dark blue, almost black eye reflected the Black Tulip and the grim-faced Gehrman Sparrow standing proudly at the bow.
"This guy isn't dead…" This thought flashed through his mind, and Ince Zangwill almost simultaneously confirmed that there were no troublesome demigod-level individuals on that ghost ship.
"With my ability to operate a ghost ship, unless I encounter an angel, I won't face the previous predicament again…"
Such a thought suddenly and strangely filled his mind. His past caution seemed to dissipate in an instant, and Ince Zangwill seemed to have forgotten the relationship between this mad adventurer and the Death Consul.
His figure suddenly vanished, leaving only a transparent, blurry silhouette in its place, but he did not flee. Instead, he had already arrived near the Black Tulip.
A mysterious, illusory bronze Door immediately formed in his dark blue, almost black eye. An invisible force expanded and extended towards Gehrman Sparrow, who seemed to still be in a daze.
This was Ince Zangwill's ability to remotely extract spiritual bodies, gained through the netherworld within him, which was extremely effective against the Marionettist, whose foundation lay in Spirit Body threads.
Above Gehrman Sparrow's head, a figure uncontrollably floated upwards.
The next second, Ince Zangwill's expression changed drastically, as if he had just woken from a dream, but it was already too late to stop it. The figure, faintly reflecting black fine rays like countless wriggling worms intertwined, instantly vanished into the netherworld within him.
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At the bottom of the Black Tulip's cabin, connecting and spreading mycelia covered the cabin walls like soft carpets, as if giving life to this ghost ship.
The burly Frank was looking at his masterpiece with excitement, completely forgetting Klein's previous specific warning about potential demigod-level battles.
In front of him, above the now dim array patterns, at the center of numerous spiritual materials that had lost their luster, a "Spirit-Devouring Mushroom" had grown, several times smaller in size but entirely emerald green.
Although he lacked the potion to advance to Sequence 4 "Classical Alchemist," Frank, not content with his "Druid" identity, used his clever mind to study the ghost ship's characteristics.
He eventually improved the ritual magic for refining the Stone of Life in the "Classical Alchemist" advancement ritual, successfully grafting this characteristic onto the "Spirit-Devouring Mushroom" through "Pseudo-Life Transmutation," truly solving the limitation of reproduction in the Spirit World.
A slight sigh entered his ears. Frank turned his head blankly, only to see a strange figure beside him, where many mushrooms had originally been piled.
This figure seemed to have always been there, but was always overlooked.
He wore an unusually simple white robe, had a light golden beard that covered the lower half of his face, and his eyes were clear and innocent like a child's, with a gentle and reserved expression.