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"...The task to prevent the Abyssal Celestial Envoy?"

Aiwass suddenly understood.

The ability to prevent the descent of the Abyssal Celestial Envoy—such a level of strength cannot be without cost.

Even those Benevolent Lords who have reached the Sixth Power Level are ready for the prospect of death... Otherwise, there wouldn't be so few Benevolent Lords here willing to engage in the battle against the Abyssal Celestial Envoy. Regardless of their greed, absurdity, and cruelty, at least they do not lack the determination and courage to oppose the gods.

And in such circumstances...

A Dream Traversing Monk of the Fifth Power Level stood up, claiming he could help solve this problem.

"Yes."

Upon saying this, Prodeno smiled slightly.

It was not exactly a bitter smile, nor was it entirely joyous. More like a cup of light tea, mild yet lingering.

"According to the Akasha Record," Prodeno unceremoniously spoke of secret knowledge and intelligence, "the essence of the Abyssal Celestial Envoy is the remnants of the Reincarnation Celestial Marshal. Much like the essence of the Spirit Amber Celestial Marshal... In other words, although it appears to be a Sea Monster, it is actually a kind of Undead.

"Being Undead, it shares the common weakness of Undead—fear of purification by Sun Power."

——Akasha Record.

That is the shared mental knowledge base of Dream Traversing Monks and those Dreamwalker Apprentices without 'professor titles.'

In other words, this was once a fragment of knowledge picked up by a Dream Traversing Monk from the Dream Realm.

Generally speaking, Dream Traversing Monks do not like sharing knowledge with others.

On one hand, their knowledge does not come easily, requiring great risk to record and preserve these precious lost knowledges, and it makes no sense to give it away freely; on the other hand, they are uncertain about the accuracy of this knowledge.

Although they can gather fragments of the Truth, a statement's truthfulness does not guarantee that the Truth it describes is complete and correct. Sometimes, only a single aspect or firsthand memory in history has been confirmed, yet the full truth remains undetermined.

Obtaining Truth through selective understanding may lead them to deny more possibilities...

But as for the Dream Traversing Monks themselves, they fare better.

Because they themselves can continuously obtain the latest information, if new Truth Fragments are discovered in a certain field, they can promptly adjust their cognition.

However, if they share these things with others, and later clarification fails to reach the other party promptly, any incorrect knowledge termed as "told by a Dream Traversing Monk" might be treated as the Truth and strictly disseminated.

Now that he dares to say it, it indicates the authenticity of this history has been completely confirmed.

"I have a Blessing of the Dawn Celestial Marshal sealed within me, carrying fragments of its rationality. During battle, I can seize the consciousness of the Abyssal Celestial Envoy, making it battle with the Dawn Celestial Marshal within my consciousness."

Prodeno said slowly, "This way, high and mighty gods can be degraded to 'beasts'—though a hollow and soulless shell will also go mad, it lacks combat Wisdom, making certain Undead-targeting ritual methods more effective; moreover, it cannot use those most terrifying Taboo Magics capable of instantly erasing people, stopping or reversing time, driving mortals mad into twisted monsters, or allowing gods from outside the realm to descend. I have already mentioned this to the Benevolent Lords here, and he's preparing a large-scale ritual."

"Though the rationality of the Dawn Celestial Marshal is just incomplete fragments, unable to directly defeat the soul of the Abyssal Celestial Envoy. But the Sun itself possesses the ability to suppress Undead... Therefore, even by myself, I can trap him for a long time."

"...And the cost, Prodeno?"

Aiwass asked seriously.

—Although he already knew the answer when asking the question.

"The cost is merely my death... Of course, if I'm lucky, I might not die, just be rendered an idiot due to the battle of two gods in my mind."

Prodeno smiled lightly, speaking with ease: "At that time, His Holiness should remember to see if he can heal the idiot I've become."

At this point, the old Ibn, who had been silent beside them, suddenly spoke, asking gravely: "Is it the Monarch of Horus forcing you?"

"No one can force me; I am the High Priest of Amon, even the Pharaoh cannot compel me."

Prodeno replied calmly, "I volunteered. Because there's been a slight problem here..."

He spoke, pointing at his head.

"What problem?"

Aiwass asked while already walking over, placing his hand on Prodeno's head, channeling Light attribute Mana into it, using traditional Illumination Art for inspection and treatment.

But he furrowed his brows slightly.

Not due to encountering a difficult problem—rather, he did not find anything wrong.

"After waking from a 'Dream Travel' once, I lost a memory. From then on, I suddenly lost the ability to dream."

Prodeno said with some helplessness, "Perhaps affected by a Curse, injured during a promotion ritual, or touched some forbidden knowledge... Though my soul is completely normal, and my body shows no issues, I've simply lost the ability to dream.

"Do you know what this means for a Dream Traversing Monk?"

"... Even if not for a Dream Traversing Monk, even for a Transcendent, it's bad enough."

Zhu Tang muttered.

Losing the ability to dream means no chance to participate in promotion rituals, possibly losing the means of Mana recovery—in this world, the essence of dreaming involves consciousness immersing in the sea of collective unconsciousness, unconsciously touching the Shallow Dream Realm. During this, a Transcendent's Mana recovers.

"Indeed," Prodeno replied frankly, "my current Mana is supplemented externally through rituals and can no longer naturally regenerate. To conserve Strength, I now dare not use even one Spell. Hence, these two are accompanying me... Partly to reclaim my 'Heart of the Dreamwalker,' and also to protect me, preventing any Mana usage."

"Then... Are you yourself willing to accept this fate?"

The old Ibn suddenly spoke, staring directly at Prodeno, uttering strange words: "Not because of the Pharaoh's demands, nor due to morality or... anything else."

Since Aziz's death, he had grown somewhat peculiar.

"Of course," Prodeno answered without hesitation, "every Horus person yearns to become The Sun!"

"...In that case," the old Ibn slowly stood up, "follow me. I have a gift for you."

"Could it be..."

Even Hayna suddenly realized something.

Thus, the old Ibn made no concealment.

"By great coincidence... I don't know if it's fate's coincidence, or divine guidance..."

The old ritual master spoke slowly, "This house... used to be my home.

"And obviously... neither Aziz nor the slave workers during subsequent renovations found the place hiding some valuable items.

"I have no descendants, the family is on the brink of extinction. Since you genuinely wish to become the Sun, young man... then this thing will be handed over to you intact. Perhaps it can save your life."