I logged into the God panel.

Shock, tremor.

"A...big guy has arrived?" Dean Ether's expression was extremely solemn. He had long since stopped paying attention to the three girls. He was now incredulous. This was clearly the shallow layer of the spirit world!

Why are there big ones?

This commotion....

Is it a wrathful troll from the third tier?

Or is it the Great Lord of the Deep White Bones of the Fourth Tier?

Whichever it is... this is a huge problem.

*Thump! Thump! Thump!*

Like the beating of drums.

Amidst a sense of unease.

Amidst the horrified and astonished gazes of the crowd, the surrounding vortexes of color trembled violently, and then... began to move!

They all rose into the air, and surprisingly, they converged into a spiritual torrent that swept away!

And without the vortex obstructing the view.

Then the giant, over two hundred meters tall and composed of chaotic colors, was revealed.

"My God..." The freckled boy following behind Dean Ether murmured as if in a dream.

Lu Yu and Li Bohe hugged each other tightly, while Senior Sister Que's face was pale.

As for Zhang Youwei and Dean Yitai?

The former had a blank expression.

The latter let his hands fall limply, abandoning all the spells he had prepared at that moment.

It's useless.

Resistance... is futile.

He had never seen such a being in the spirit world before. It was neither too large nor too powerful—in fact, he did not sense any mental pressure.

What's really important is the appearance of this enormous, frenzied giant.

Spirituality.

A terrifying life built from pure rage, madness, spirituality, and delirium.

This is even more impactful than the mythical giants at the Saint level in the Spirit Realm Encyclopedia.

"After that thousand years, sin will be released from prison and will come out to deceive the lamb of the earth."

"The lambs gathered together in battle; their greed, envy, pride, and wrath set the torch ablaze."

"The Lord sighed, and on that day, I came riding on the waves of the spiritual realm, obeying the Lord's will... and the world was steadfast and could not be shaken."

The ravings and the words uttered by the spiritual giant sounded like the roars and shouts of a thousand people.

The words "unshakable" fell with that.

And so it happened.

As the nine people looked around in stunned silence, the remaining, trembling, chaotic spiritual vortexes all around them...

It became docile and quiet; the dense murmurs were still there, but they had become orderly...

Everything is settled.

As the giant said, "The world is steadfast and cannot be shaken."

Dean Ether seemed to hear praise amidst the mad yet orderly ramblings.

A sudden, deathly silence fell over all directions, leaving only mutterings.

The murmurs emanating from that enormous giant.

In stillness.

Lu Daosheng quietly observed everything... It was strange; clearly, spirituality, babbling, and the like were merely attachments piled upon himself, like armor.

But he could actually see out from the giant's head—or rather, he could "see out" from any part of the giant.

Is it because I am a spiritual being?

"I am still me, I haven't become stronger, nor do I possess immeasurable power, but..."

Lu Daosheng recalled what the knight commander and the old priest had said, and the descriptions in the two cultivation methods.

Madness and delirious ramblings cannot be directly touched. Even if beings of the third or fourth tiers have brief direct contact with them, they may still fall into madness.

in other words.

I feel like a hedgehog right now.

A hedgehog that kills anyone who touches it.

*Thump!*

He manipulated the giant of frenzied spirituality and babbling, taking another step forward. With a muffled thud, the few people who looked as insignificant as ants turned pale.

No one dared to run away, and no one dared to resist; they all knew they couldn't escape or fight back.

All they can do, and what they are doing, is to pray.

"Great...Father!" Zhang Youwei shouted.

The giant merely glanced at him indifferently, then suddenly waved his hand, and in the next instant, a massive amount of chaotic spiritual energy descended from the sky.

Amid gasps and screams, the swirling mass of spiritual energy stretched and elongated into walls.

The towering wall crashed down, separating everyone. They could no longer see the giant, and at the same time, no one could see or hear each other.

All I could hear were frantic screams and delirious murmurs.

"Lamb".

Zhang Youwei and Dean Yitai, separated by the wall, were the only ones who could see the giant at this moment.

They looked up and could see the giant's head blocking the gap at the top of the spiritual wall, dominating their view.

"Great God..."

Zhang Youwei lay prostrate on the ground, his face pale. Dean Yitai felt a chill run down his spine and, with great difficulty, followed the example of the newly promoted superhuman beside him, also lying down.

At this moment, the only option is to crawl.

Lu Daosheng attempted to separate the low, delirious murmurs within his chaotic spiritual state, and surprisingly succeeded; everything seemed to be in accordance with his own will.

Strange colors from the spiritual clusters peeled away, converging into a mottled torrent of murmurs that crashed down on the two of them.

"Waaaaah!!"

A lower-ranking fighter and a higher-ranking priest let out low growls, their expressions gradually becoming wooden and crazed.

But before they completely lost control, Lu Daosheng managed to alleviate their delirium, and the two maintained basic rationality while simultaneously suffering.

Virtue can inspire respect, but only power can inspire fear.

Therefore, people in the world fear power but not virtue.

Lu Daosheng understood this principle and chose to give them a "baptism of fire." He looked down at them, his gaze first focusing on Zhang Youwei.

Then, through divine grace, he read about everything he had experienced in the past two days.

A small tavern, a mysterious young man, the Church of the Sun...

Lu Daosheng was taken aback, realizing that the mysterious figure the young man was referring to was not the same person as the one Zhang Youwei believed.

And it seems that the mysterious figure is probably... Mom?

He composed himself and continued to gaze at Zhang Youwei.

[Granted: Constitution x0.1 (0.2, one transformation)]

Hmm, did Zhang Youwei's physical fitness double after his promotion? Even his own bestowed 0.1 physique doubled.

What does it mean to undergo a transformation?

Is it just a simple label, or does it mean that when I reclaim this '0.2' of physique, there will be more differences?

With his thoughts racing, Lu Daosheng used the "Ten Thousand Words" technique, producing a series of overlapping sounds that resembled the roars of hundreds of people in unison.

"During the years of the Lord's slumber, the heavens and the earth grew old like an outer garment."

"On the day the Lord awakens, the unrighteous will remain unrighteous, the corrupt will remain corrupt, and the one riding the white horse will judge and wage war in righteousness."

"All weeping, death, sorrow, howling, pain... are now gone."

The words "It's all in the past now" were spoken.

To Dean Yitai and Zhang Youwei, the delirious murmurs, which seemed like sharp thorns piercing their eardrums and penetrating their brains, receded like a tide.

Heaven and earth seemed to have become clear.

They were still crawling, more fearful, but also with a touch more reverence.

"On the day the Lord awakens, there will be saints who will shepherd the good sheep... Today, I, by the Lord's will, grant you permission to become a saint and receive the Lord's gifts."

The sacred praises of hundreds of people enveloped Dean Ether, who looked up in bewilderment and saw the towering giant pointing at him.

[Granted: Yin Eyes (87.5%)]

After his mental strength broke through 3 points, Lu Daosheng had already gained the ability of spiritual vision and no longer needed the Yin Eye.

Dean Ether let out a muffled groan, feeling a chilling, insane power descend upon his body, gathering at his eyes!

The icy cold gathered like fire! Like a blazing fire!

He covered his eyes with his hands, let out a low growl, and then—

Zhang Youwei saw that when the white-haired old man lowered his hands and opened his eyes, his eyes were completely black, with no whites visible, just like the abyss from that day.

He shuddered.

"My God..." Dean Ether looked around, adjusting to the much stronger spiritual perspective he had gained before.

He saw the blood and spirit flowing within Zhang Youwei, and the spiritual core hidden in his heart.

He saw that in the chaotic vortex of colors, those intangible and formless babblings had become as if they had materialized.

He looked up at the towering giant.

I saw a vast, boundless spirituality and murmurs flowing quietly through the giant's body, like a child longing for home.

He crawled on his stomach once more.

"You...who are you?"

The white-haired old man asked cautiously.

The giant remained silent for a moment:

"The Defenders".

"The Ninth Defender awaits in the spirit world."

"I have died, and now I live forever and ever, and I hold the keys of death and the underworld."

The old man, trembling, asked again:

"Lord...who is Lord?"

The giant answered quickly this time:

"He is the great and primordial Creator, the original ruler of the city upon a hill, the true God who was, is, and is to come!"

The old man then praised the defenders, and also praised the original sovereign, the true God.

The giant then looked at Zhang Youwei, stared at him for a moment, and said to the two of them:

"Saints... wait, wait."

"You will be the first and the second when the Lord opens his eyes, but you will not be the last."

"Grow, strive, thrive, become a shepherd, and lead the lambs... to greet them!"

"I will build a temple in the spirit world, where saints will have an audience."

The spiritual giant slowly departed, and after his figure completely disappeared, towering spiritual walls collapsed one after another.

Finally, the wall that had surrounded Dean Yitai and Zhang Youwei collapsed. They looked around, but the children had already scattered and fled back to reality.

The two looked deeply into each other's eyes, and then both lowered their heads.

"So you've already...abandoned the Emperor of Time and Space you served so quickly?" Zhang Youwei sneered.

Dean Ether whispered:

"The spirit realm is a pure land that even gods cannot touch; no one has ever been able to manipulate the spiritual beings that create the extraordinary..."

"Even the gods were born from spirituality."

His words concealed a deep fear and awe. Zhang Youwei also fell silent, and the thought of resentment towards Dean Yitai for sharing his "favor" gradually faded away.

"yes......"

Zhang Youwei murmured:

"The ninth defender can control the spiritual madness and insane babbling that plagues all beings... What about the first eight?"

He wondered if the person he had seen yesterday was another defender.

Or were they saints who came before them, or even more ancient ones?

They each left in silence, going their separate ways.