I've become the emperor of humanity, and only now is spiritual energy reviving?

"Bhadura, I have been waiting for this day for thirty years."

The old priest's voice contained a suppressed, almost manic joy.

He murmured softly,

"My father told me before he died that one day the world would be completely different—"

"When the stars return to their rightful places, ancient names will gradually reappear, mysterious knowledge will regain its effectiveness, and extraordinary beings will reappear in the world."

"That will be a truly new era, where the power of the individual will transcend everything."

"He instructed me that before that, I should study the knowledge, secret methods, and incantations passed down by the All Souls Supreme Society every day, and that I should recruit members..."

"Of course, the most important thing is to protect the remains of the [Immortal] inside this crystal coffin."

"Immortal!?"

Immortal!?

Inside and outside the wall, An Sheng and Badula both widened their eyes in unison.

Such explosive news is enough to shock anyone, regardless of who they are or how much they are mentally prepared, as long as they have even a basic understanding of the word.

No, it will be absolutely shocking beyond measure.

If the answer is this word, then all the abnormalities just now have a reasonable explanation.

An Sheng, whose personality inherently contains a touch of "bloodthirsty audience," swallowed hard with a mixture of difficulty and delight.

Hey, this is...

That's a bit too funny!

If that's the case, then this skeleton represents the existence of an extremely prosperous cultivation civilization on Terra in the past!

The two had no idea that their conversation could be overheard through a wall; the priest simply continued to sigh.

"Thirty years, thirty years... In such a long time, I have simply followed my father's will meticulously."

In fact, they did a much, much better job than he expected.

The priest spoke slowly.

Today, on the eve of success, he can finally pour out these secrets that have been weighing on his heart for thirty years, secrets that have made him feel suffocated.

"I spent half my life cultivating, mastering all the secret methods and incantations of the Supreme All-Spirit Society in the scriptures, and memorizing all the so-called mysterious arts, reciting them backwards and forwards."

But nothing magical happened.

"I used to hate my father on countless nights, hate that he was a liar."

The priest’s tone was filled with deep resentment: “I have run this hotel for thirty years and painstakingly developed hundreds of believers.”

Later on, I even fooled myself, and even believed that I was truly a "guru" of the Animism Society, capable of summoning wind and rain and commanding spirits.

The All Souls Supreme Order.

An Sheng is a well-known name in the organization.

A century ago, during the turbulent era of warlordism and foreign powers using their superior ships and cannons to breach homes, countless families were destroyed and lives were lost.

I just didn't expect that the legacy of the Supreme Society of All Spirits would actually have some merit.

Now, there's another reason why we have to kill him.

"—Until three days ago."

At this point, all the repression and resentment in the priest's tone vanished.

Instead, there was an overwhelming sense of satisfaction.

"Three nights ago, I approached the coffin again and received the scattered power emanating from the bones inside. Only then did I realize with a start that what I had said thirty years ago was actually true."

The old man shouted at the top of his lungs, his voice hoarse yet joyful, regardless of anything else.

"—I am now truly, truly grateful to my dear father!"

"It's almost time..."

"Let's begin, Badura!"

Accompanied by the dull, grating sound of the stone wall sliding, a hunched figure shrouded entirely in a black robe walked out of the secret chamber one after the other, alongside the nearly two-meter-tall Badula.

The frail old man suddenly opened his arms wide, his tone devout as if on a pilgrimage:

"From this moment forward, let all of Terra become our ranch!"

"From this day forward, let the Society of All Souls be great again!"

These two sentences were broadcast as if by radio, and in an instant they spread throughout the entire bunker, drawing dozens of members of the All Souls Supremacy Society to the scene.

A large number of footsteps and figures poured in, instantly turning the once quiet hall into a lively place.

"It's starting! It's finally starting!"

"Don't push, don't push, you won't be able to see!"

"Brother Yu, can I also receive the baptism of the holy remains and use extraordinary magic...?"

"--quiet!"

Badura, standing behind the old priest like a door god, let out a loud roar that drowned out the noise of dozens of people.

The members below immediately fell silent; they had all witnessed this foreign giant kill disobedient fellows with a single punch.

The priest nodded in satisfaction and, under the expectant gazes of the crowd, walked step by step to the front of the altar, raising his hands high.

"Let us recite the praises! Let us pray!"

As a result, all the members of All Souls Supremacy, except for Badura, showed fanatical expressions.

Together they formed an extremely strange hand seal and began chanting obscure incantations.

The entire sacrificial hall was enveloped and shrouded in these shrill and piercing incantations.

Wisps of black smoke rose from above the heads of these members, converging towards the crystal coffin.

The patterns engraved on the stone slab lit up, causing the mercury and spices in the innermost layer of the altar to gradually melt and evaporate.

The colors on the surface of the crystal coffin at the top of the altar became even more dazzling.

At the same time, the coffin lid, which could not be opened by any means, began to tremble slightly.

The ritual is in order!

He could attempt to revive the remains of that [Immortal], even...

You can become an immortal!

Immortals can move mountains and fill seas, and live forever!

Upon witnessing this scene, the priest could hardly conceal the manic joy on his aged face.

His fingers, seemingly soft and boneless, intertwined to form an even more complex hand seal, while he chanted incantations at a speed more than ten times faster than the other members.

"Recover! Recover—"

In the midst of this frenzied atmosphere, the priest's chanting of incantations abruptly ceased.

The old man opened his mouth, but found that he couldn't utter a single word.

Only a single crossbow bolt with a three-pronged arrowhead pierced through his mouth.

A large amount of blood gushed out from the bleeding hole of the arrow, dripping onto the ground with a splash.

"bar……"

After the initial shock, the priest looked at Badura beside him, hoping to receive the same protection as before.

Even faster than Badulla responded to him was a second crossbow bolt falling from the dome!

call out!

The second crossbow bolt struck the more vulnerable heart area, causing the priest's frail body to fall heavily onto the altar due to inertia.

His mouth, pierced by a crossbow bolt, opened and closed silently.

—How...how could this be? In the bunker...when did these outsiders arrive...?

—No… I still have extraordinary secret techniques, curses… I'm only one step away from grasping the power of the [Immortal]… I've waited a full thirty years… I'm not reconciled… I'm so unwilling…

In the absolute silence, the man who had been hanging from the dome for a full half hour with his five fingers let go and jumped straight down from a height of nearly ten meters.

It landed right on the priest's head.

They crushed that old head like a watermelon, smashing it until red and white fragments scattered all over the ground.

"As everyone knows, last-hitting is a good habit."

The unharmed man spoke these words, then looked at Badura, who was silently staring at him, and then at the members of the All Souls Supreme Order who were turning to flee. He chuckled and raised his chin.

"Read it! Why did you stop reading?"