"The ninth-ranked, 'Near God,' or should I say, still a Demigod, but some kind of peak among them?"

Zhong Shenxiu admired the men and women in the dance hall, took a sip of his drink, and suddenly sighed in his heart, "To be honest... I have some regrets."

Back in Li Wei's world, he had also heard of titles similar to 'Near God.'

That was the rank one could reach after 'longevity' practitioners completed the Ascension Ceremony and was promoted to 'Ascender.' If they then received a blessing from the corresponding deity and shared a sliver of glory and authority!

"Now it seems, receiving the True God's blessing and sharing authority, the 'Near God' rank, probably corresponds to 'Demigod,' almost equivalent to the Eastern transcendent beings, the Immortals?"

"From Primordial Spirit to Immortal in one step? It really is like ascending to the heavens in one bound."

He did not regret not accepting the Evil God's blessing, but rather he regretted not being bolder, not snatching a piece of Da Mo or a fragment from the fall of the Master of Black Blood.

After all, just a little bit, and he might have been able to dominate this world with the identity of an Immortal!

And in the West, those of the ninth rank were probably honored as 'Demigods' or 'Near Gods,' and of course, in different factions, they were 'Pseudo-Gods'!

"I came to the West, other than for peace, wasn't it also to explore the secrets of Immortals and True Gods?"

Zhong Shenxiu was somewhat excited in his heart, wanting to continue eavesdropping.

But Prince Emmel was only arranging some insignificant matters, like suppressing the Prince supported by Prince Sauron, and forcing the other party to cede interests, which was really disappointing.

In the end, that Tony said goodbye and left.

Zhong Shenxiu thought for a moment, and also let that wisp of breath slowly dissipate.

After all, Emmel was about to meet an important person in the royal family, and the security level would suddenly increase, and it might lead to the discovery of his own meddling.

"Some mysteries not found in the East are still recorded in the Western mystical system, that's really wonderful..."

After the banquet was over, Zhong Shenxiu left Donnas Manor, rode in the carriage, and pondered to himself.

"Immortals and True Gods still have a great gap... or rather, they are simply two different ranks... but what exactly is the difference?"

"This is a huge secret, perhaps also the key to the Eastern system hitting a bottleneck..."

"Within the Eastern system, there is no path beyond Immortal."

"If I could obtain it, might I leap from being a pawn to becoming a player? At the very least... I would understand a lot about the struggles among the powerful beings, see the chessboard clearly, and not meet with misfortune without knowing why..."

Having obtained the Taiyin Refining, Zhong Shenxiu was very clear about this.

"I must continue to investigate, develop informants..."

He thought to himself, beginning to contemplate the path ahead.

Suddenly, Zhong Shenxiu's brow twitched, and he took out a document.

It was a piece of the secret history and poetry transcribed by Kerry.

"The fierce wind blows over the place where stars fall, for the sake of competing for the damp bone forest, the lion and the twin butterflies began to contest..."

"The old gods are mostly mad and cruel, but they would not fight meaninglessly among peers... 'The damp bone forest' is a symbol; what does it specifically represent?"

"Something... that even True Gods would crazily compete for?"

Zhong Shenxiu flipped through and found there was no further mention of it in the back.

"It seems... I can only continue to invest in Kerry, hoping he can come into contact with more mysteries."

"Now it looks like the Eastern and Western systems definitely don't correspond one to one, although their fifth rank is indeed somewhat equivalent to Primordial Pill, but from the sixth rank, it starts to differ, as Primordial Spirit probably corresponds to between the sixth and seventh ranks, and Dharma Body corresponds to between the seventh and eighth? After all, the strength of Cultivators varies, without battling out life and death, who knows who can truly suppress whom..."

"All ranks are illusory, only strength is real..."

"The Clement Kingdom surely also has 'Demigods' of the ninth rank, it won't be destroyed so easily... not to mention, there might be the gaze of the Gates of Ten Thousand Paths, this war is still to be fought..."

Just then, he suddenly had a profound experience.

This gave Zhong Shenxiu an epiphany, "Has that incarnation of mine gained tremendous improvement? Hmm... Searching for the mysteries of True Gods in that world is also a path, a two-pronged approach is more likely to yield results..."

...

Unknown world.

Black Fog City.

By the great river.

The relic of the 'faceless spirit' entered his belly, instantly emitting an extremely strong chill that spread throughout Zhong Shenxiu's body.

His thoughts instantly felt like they were frozen, even the operation of his thoughts slowed considerably.

'Is this... the innate shock and contamination carried by a creature of Minion level?'

'It is so difficult for me... No wonder others who forcibly accommodate it would directly lose control...'

He saw his palm turn transparent, with vivid red blood vessels and muscles emerging.

The next moment, the transparency spread continuously, from hands and feet to chest, clearly showing the internal organs, and as for the bones, they seemed to disappear a moment before the skin.

'Is this... a transformation... turning me into a spirit contamination body, a being of dreams?'

Zhong Shenxiu had an epiphany in his heart and was resisting this transformation.

'For ordinary people, or even lower-status Minions such as Demon Hunters, they would likely go mad under this shock... losing themselves...'

Zhong Shenxiu's spirit held firm, despite the constant changes in his body, he firmly grasped the immutability of his spirit.

This is often a state of perfect digestion that requires the assistance of a ritual to achieve.

Yet he had easily attained it now.

By his ear, he seemed to hear the vague murmurs and whispers, growing louder and sharper, yet the meaning was indistinguishable.

'The monsters in this world... are all born under the influence of the Evil God...'

'Even on their bodies, there is a part of the Evil God's power? Even if it is just a tiny fraction...'

'The Original Scripture is truly terrifying; it's really making people digest these forces, although it's very dangerous, like walking on a tightrope, one careless step could result in falling into the abyss, but it is indeed a way to seize power...'

Moments later, Zhong Shenxiu found his form returning once more.

From bones, organs, to blood vessels... their previously transparent appearance now regained their color.

He stood upright, feeling himself having forcibly accommodated the power left by the faceless spirit, becoming a Hunter of a higher Minion rank.

And there were no mutations on his body, representing 'perfect acceptance'!

"Putting aside the enhanced physique, the main abilities of the 'faceless spirit' are all dream-related..."

Zhong Shenxiu looked at Rachel and Zola, who were undergoing transformations: "Now, I need to give you both a good dream first!"

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