I reign supreme in the Western fantasy world for eternity.

Ji Tian withdrew his hand, looked down at the body on the ground that had been frozen in time and whose consciousness was frozen, and confirmed again and again that the other party had no backup plan before sorting through the memories he had just obtained from the soul search.

The other party's memory was even more complex than that of his disciple, the fake "Thousand-Faced Apostle," and he had "devoured" hundreds of people. Although when he encountered evil cultivators, he would be asked, "Not bad, how about yesterday?"

But this is a Western fantasy world, with its own underlying code. Devouring hundreds of innocent people is already an unforgivable crime.

Ji Tian continued flipping through the fragments and found that the way the title "Thousand-Faced Apostle" was inherited seemed familiar:

Master and apprentice go head-to-head; whoever wins becomes the apprentice!

The current "Thousand-Faced Apostle" was trained by his master as a substitute. He successfully turned the tables before being devoured. His master, his master's master... all went through the same process.

The island of the otherworld, O-Island, is a separate island.

He composed himself, his gaze falling on the apostle's withered face, recalling the last thought the apostle had before his consciousness froze.

Demigod?

But he knew almost nothing about the "demigods" of this world, after all, he had never even met a legendary mage.

The Thousand-Faced Apostle didn't have much relevant information in his memories, only that the "demigod" possessed incredible abilities. Perhaps in his view, the fact that he was completely immune to the curse that the apostle had launched at the cost of this body was already a demigod's achievement.

The so-called leader of the cult once told the apostles that by launching a sacrifice in the capital to please the "light," they could be promoted to demigods.

As for what happens after the promotion, the leader never explained in detail, and even the apostles privately suspected that the leader himself probably had not reached that level.

"He couldn't even do it himself, yet he used it to drive others to their deaths."

Ji Tian shook his head, putting the question aside for the time being, and then looked at the Thousand-Faced Apostle, taking the page of the "Book of Seven Pages - Fragment" from his hand.

The pages were icy to the touch, and most of the dark red halo on the surface had dissipated. Ji Tian probed into it with his divine sense and immediately felt an ancient, chaotic power with a strange quality.

He condensed his divine sense into extremely fine threads and peeled them away layer by layer along the texture of the pages, trying to see the true nature of this "fragment."

The structure was more complex than he had anticipated; the pages seemed like unconscious living things, simply craving blood instinctively.

Ji Tian held the book pages in his palm, his gaze becoming distant.

He recalled some items from online novels in his previous life. Their power was based on "logic" and "narrative." Users needed to weave a plausible story to influence reality.

This fragment is similar in nature; the complete "Seven-Page Book" must be extraordinary.

Only when you have control over something this sinister can you feel at ease.

"It seems this item is destined for me."

He stored the tattered pages in his Purple Mansion space, then looked down at the withered body on the ground, frozen in time.

The "Thousand-Faced Apostle" still retains consciousness, but his body is on the verge of death, and his soul is imprisoned in a collapsing shell, unable to be transferred or resurrected.

But Ji Tian knew that he had another clone elsewhere.

Each of those spare bodies is hidden in a secret underground chamber in a different corner. As soon as the body dies, it can be resurrected and make a comeback at any time.

Ji Tian left the "Thousand-Faced Apostle" in place, and his divine sense spread out like a tide, locking onto the spare bodies scattered in various places one by one, following the coordinates obtained from the soul search.

The first body was hidden in a hidden compartment in an abandoned cellar in a slum south of the capital.

The second body was hidden in a secret compartment in the beam of the warehouse at the eastern dock of the northern city.

The third body was buried under a dead old locust tree in an abandoned cemetery...

There were six bodies in total, each soaked in a preservative solution. Their skin was pale, their features were identical to those of the apostles, and their eyes were closed, as if they were in an eternal sleep.

Ji Tian showed no mercy, flying over the capital and surrounding areas, and teleporting directly to other places. Wherever he went, his spiritual power transformed into sharp blades, shredding the unconscious backup bodies along with the surrounding protective runes.

He didn't even leave ashes behind, burning everything to ashes with his spiritual fire.

The six clones were all dealt with within two hours.

He returned to the desolate wilderness north of the capital.

The Thousand-Faced Apostle's true form remained in its previous posture, and Ji Tian released the time freeze.

The moment the apostle's consciousness awakened, it sensed the destruction of its clones. Ji Tian's calm face was reflected in its dark red pupils. Its lips moved, its voice hoarse like a candle flickering in the wind: "You...you destroyed all my clones..."

"Yes, they've all been dealt with, not a single one left."

The apostle's body was on the verge of death; his blood had drained, his magical energy channels were dried up, and he didn't even have the strength to stand up.

He lay on his back on the wasteland, staring at the gray sky, roaring hysterically, "What are you?! A demigod?!"

"I'm too lazy to talk to you, and you're not worthy to listen."

After saying that, Ji Tian punched his opponent into dust.

After the fight, he still felt it wasn't safe enough—what if the opponent had left a backup plan using some method that even he himself had forgotten? For example, in some secret place that even the apostle himself didn't know about, a wisp of remnant soul was sealed with some forbidden technique, waiting for the right time to revive.

He had seen this kind of plot too many times in online novels from his previous life.

So he took out the newly acquired fragment of the Seven-Page Book, bit his finger, and wrote: "'The Thousand-Faced Apostle' has no incarnations, backups, or backup plans for resurrection. His soul will perish completely under the witness of this book's pages, unable to be reincarnated, possessed, taken over, or reappeared in any form. This is reasonable."

The pages lit up briefly, a dark red glow permeating the words before slowly fading away.

Ji Tian confirmed that the Seven-Page Book was no longer emitting any abnormal fluctuations before returning the fragment to his Purple Mansion.

"Now it should be completely clean."

He dusted off his robes and was about to go directly to the nearest cult stronghold to announce his new identity as the "Thousand-Faced Apostle" to the followers when a detail he had overlooked in his apostle memories suddenly flashed through his mind.

That is the doctrine of the Order of Light.

Ji Tian reopened those fragments of memory, carefully searching through them, and was immediately stunned.

The doctrine explicitly states that all public activities, sacrifices, and missionary work of the religious order must be carried out during the day.

Believers must pray facing the sun and must not hold ceremonies at night.

Any violation of this rule is considered a desecration of the light.

Ji Tian remained silent for a moment, then looked up at the setting sun, his lips twitching.

"So... this 'Thousand-Faced Apostle,' who plans to take advantage of the faction's attention being diverted to launch a large-scale sacrifice in the capital, chose to act during the day?"

He glanced down at the ashes on the ground.

"You, who's involved in cult plots, insist on doing it right under the sun?"

no answer.

Even though Ji Tian had read countless online novels in his previous life, he had never seen such an abstract cult.

After walking a few steps, he stopped again and looked back at the meadow swept by the desolate wind.

"……ill."