I reign supreme in the Western fantasy world for eternity.

Ji Tian did not go directly to the cult's stronghold.

The anti-human doctrine of "daytime action" made him feel that instead of knocking on doors in the dark, he should wait for the sun to rise and walk over openly.

Anyway, those believers wouldn't hold a meeting in the middle of the night.

He turned and flew towards the academy.

Building No. 61

As the moon climbed to the top of the magic tower, Ji Tian dispelled his flight buff at the corner of the garden. When he landed, his boots made a soft rustling sound as they stepped on the gravel path.

He was about to push the door open when it was already opened from the inside.

Elena stood in the entryway, her long, light golden hair cascading down her back, wearing a pale purple loungewear dress that reached her ankles.

She held a steaming cup of jujube tea in her hand, seemingly having waited there for a long time. "You're back? Did it go smoothly?"

"Um."

Ji Tian entered the room, changed his shoes, and Elena handed him the jujube tea. She then turned and walked towards the kitchen. "Are you hungry? I bought some porridge and have been keeping it warm."

Ji Tian followed behind her, watching her serve porridge and set out the bowls.

The dim, magical light cast a soft, warm glow on her profile, with a few wisps of hair falling beside her ears, making her fair neck appear exceptionally slender.

She placed the bowl of porridge on the table and sat down opposite him. "That person... are you done dealing with him?"

"Yes, we killed them. We burned all the clones too, not a single one was left."

Elena didn't press for details, but simply picked up a spoon, bent down, and stirred the porridge in the bowl. "That's good."

The two quietly drank their porridge.

The porridge was millet and pumpkin porridge, cooked to a perfect consistency, sweet but not cloying. Ji Tian drank two bowls, while Elena only drank half a bowl, spending the rest of the time watching him.

Ji Tian put down his bowl and said, "Why are you looking at me like that?"

Elena rested her chin on her hand, a slight smile playing on her lips. "Let's see if you suddenly disappear."

"Won't."

"That's good."

She stood up and cleared away the bowls and chopsticks.

Ji Tian offered to help, but she pressed him back into his chair, saying, "You've been busy all day, take a break."

After washing the dishes, she came out of the kitchen, walked over to Ji Tian, ​​and sat down in the chair next to him. "Are you going out again tomorrow?"

"Tomorrow I need to deal with the cult's stronghold. There's one nearby, and I plan to take it over, then locate the other apostles and eliminate them."

Elena simply nodded and whispered, "Be careful."

As night deepened, several of the magic crystal lamps in the living room were dimmed, leaving only the warm yellow wall lamp in the corner still lit.

Elena stood up, put the porridge bowl in the kitchen, washed the bowl, dried her hands, and when she returned, Ji Tian had already gone up to the meditation room on the third floor.

She stood at the top of the stairs, glanced up at the half-open door, but didn't go up. She just stood by the door for a while before turning around and going back to her bedroom on the second floor.

He has his own things to do now, so we shouldn't bother him.

She changed into her nightgown, lay on the bed, pulled the blanket up to her chin, and closed her eyes.

Silent all night.

……

South of the capital city, the stronghold of the Order of Light.

An unassuming old warehouse with no sign on the door, only a sun symbol painted in white paint, blurred by wind and rain.

When Ji Tian pushed open the door, they were doing morning prayers inside.

A dozen or so believers dressed in gray robes knelt before the simple altar, their hands clasped together, their eyes closed as they chanted.

There were no statues of gods on the altar, only a bronze mirror, its surface facing upwards, reflecting the morning light filtering through the skylight.

The congregation heard the door open and turned around.

The leading deacon stood up. He was in his forties, with a thin face and deep-set eyes. He looked the young man in white up and down.

Who are you?

Ji Tian took out the page from his pocket, the "Fragment of the Seven-Page Book," and held it in his palm.

The pages glowed with a faint, dark red hue in the morning light, and the words written in blood were faintly visible.

The deacon's pupils contracted sharply, and he exclaimed in shock, "This is... a fragment of a sacred relic?!"

Ji Tian then extracted a hazy ball of light from his Purple Mansion space. It was the soul of the fake apostle, which he had refined into a ball of pure energy, but the surface still retained the unique aura of the "Thousand-Faced Apostle" lineage.

He held the ball of light in his other palm and said aloud:

"The previous 'Thousand-Faced Apostle' is dead. I have inherited his relics and abilities. According to the rules of the Order, the victor will become the new 'Thousand-Faced Apostle'."

The deacon stared at the pages of the book and the orb of light in his hand, then looked at his face.

Ji Tian's face began to change in the morning light. This was a transformation technique he had learned from the apostle's memories last night, which was more than enough to deal with these ordinary believers.

His features distorted and rearranged in the light and shadow, transforming into the appearance of the previous "Thousand-Faced Apostle," before reverting back to himself.

The followers looked at each other and whispered among themselves.

The deacon remained silent for a moment, then suddenly knelt down, clasped his hands in front of his chest, and touched the ground with his forehead.

"Welcome to the new 'Thousand-Faced Apostle'."

Behind him, the dozen or so followers knelt down and repeated the same words in unison.

Ji Tian withdrew his illusion, put away the book pages and the orb of light, and said calmly, "Get up. All previous plans are suspended. Listen to my arrangements."

The deacon looked up. "My lord, the former apostle's plan had been brewing for years, and now it was just one step away from completion—"

"I said, stop."

Ji Tian's gaze swept across the crowd with lightning speed, and the followers lowered their heads one by one under his calm gaze, not daring to speak again.

The deacon gritted his teeth and replied heavily, "Yes."

Ji Tian didn't linger. He instructed the steward to temporarily dismiss the followers and wait for orders, then turned and left the warehouse.

In the warehouse behind him, the deacon stood at the door, watching his departing figure, and whispered to the followers beside him, "This new apostle... seems different from the previous ones."

Ji Tian walked along the stone-paved road in the south of the city for a while, then turned into a quiet alley and stood still in the shadows.

He took out the tattered page and ran his fingertips along the paper. Last night, he had already searched through all the clues about the other apostles in the apostle's memories: seven tattered pages, seven apostles, each acting independently and not subordinate to one another.

They only knew of each other's existence, but not of each other's true identities or whereabouts.

This was done intentionally by the leader of the cult to prevent the entire organization from being wiped out by the church.

Each apostle controls a branch and possesses the ability to "devour" others to sustain themselves. Their ultimate goal is to ascend to demigod status through a sacrifice in the royal capital.

Ji Tian put the tattered page back into his Purple Mansion and looked up to the north.

He couldn't possibly go to each of the apostles one by one; it would be too slow and too passive.

He needs a bait; he only needs to cast a glance at the other person to lock onto them.

He then walked deeper into the south of the city.

That was the slum of the capital, and also the place where the followers of the Order of Light were most concentrated. If those apostles were really waiting for the time to offer sacrifice, then their eyes must have been fixed on this place.

Ji Tian stopped in front of a dilapidated wooden house.

The door to the wooden house was ajar, and a low chanting sound could be heard coming from inside.

He pushed open the door, and the several gray-robed men inside looked up in alarm.

Ji Tian twirled the tattered page in his palm, and a dark red halo illuminated the wooden house. "Tell your deacons that the former 'Thousand-Faced Apostle' is dead. From today onwards, all the cult strongholds in this city are under my control."

He paused, then continued under the other person's incredulous gaze:

"Pass this message on to the other apostles. My fragment is right here; come and take it if you want it!"