Chapter 116 : Chapter 116

Chapter 116. Getting Rid of

"How did you end up like this?"

Elant was incredulous, gasping in disbelief. He could somewhat explain the transformation of the city’s residents due to special circumstances, but seeing a fellow Spirit Realm Traveler in such a state left him baffled.

Either this person had gained the trust of the local rulers and received special "Dragon Transformation Potion" supplies, or they possessed the ability to craft it themselves.

However, the first possibility seemed unlikely. The people here immediately attacked outsiders on sight; it was impossible to gain enough trust in such a short time.

It was more plausible that this person could concoct the Dragon Transformation Potion. After all, there was a material that could barely make it in a place where dragon blood was found. Also, considering that the "half-dragons" brought them here, Elant leaned toward the latter possibility.

"You managed to create the Dragon Transformation Potion?" Elant asked.

"It wasn’t me, it was my companion," replied Micrente, smiling slightly. She didn't linger with pleasantries but got straight to the point.

"Now, you won’t be attacked by the guards here, as long as you don't initiate any fights with them," she continued.

"We’ve already figured out what the trial's goal is..."

Micrente proceeded to explain to them in detail that the High Priest was the true source of the disaster. She also advised them to search for him on their own.

Following Fran's instructions, she left out the High Priest’s exact power level, merely mentioning that it would be best to team up and face him together.

Elant reflected on the people around Micrente when they entered the trial. His thoughts first went to the yellow robe. He couldn’t help it; it was too famous.

The newspapers had been covering the story of a Spirit Realm robber wearing a yellow robe for nearly half a month.

This had become one of the most notorious criminal events in the Spirit Realm in the past ten years.

Elant wondered if the editors had been robbed in the Spirit Realm themselves, which was why they used such exaggerated language when describing these yellow-robed figures.

When he saw Fran in her yellow robe as they entered the trial's preparation space, Elant’s heart skipped a beat, fearing they might have encountered these notorious robbers.

But then, he remembered this was a trial, and they couldn’t use the Spirit Realm guide object with its plundering properties; they could only use the trial key. So what was there to be afraid of?

Yet, now Micrente had told him that the person was an alchemist who could create the Dragon Transformation Potion under such circumstances.

Elant furrowed his brows. He was well aware that without proper equipment, an alchemist’s success rate would drop significantly. And in this "primitive" place, there was no way the necessary alchemist’s tools would be available.

Moreover, the formula for the Dragon Transformation Potion here was certainly different from the outside world, given the absence of high-level dragon blood and the lack of other essential materials.

That the person could still create the Dragon Transformation Potion was nothing short of a miracle.

"Then what about you? Aren't you going to search for him?"

A fellow Spirit Realm Traveler asked, somewhat puzzled by their plan to share this information.

Logically, if they made a contribution, they would surely pass the trial.

And in this situation, if any one of them could find the High Priest, they would most likely pass the trial.

So, the others questioned the motives behind Micrente’s actions.

Micrente smiled and said, "We’ve already accumulated enough contributions. Now, we just need to stand out to the Spirit Realm so that we can gain higher-level talents... We don’t need this contribution, so we’re leaving it to you."

Micrente had participated in an attack against a first-tier mage, and her performance in that battle made her confident she only needed to wait until the trial ended.

Though dying early in the trial could still result in promotion, the chances would be lower, so she chose to stay behind and wait.

Fran, on the other hand, needed a significant contribution to force the Spirit Realm to acknowledge her success in the trial.

And Fran guessed that they wouldn’t find the High Priest, and that it was likely only on the seventh night that the High Priest would appear as a dragon.

So, she decided to send the group outside Monsa City, where someone might possess the skill to locate the High Priest. The High Priest was indeed somewhere, desperate to turn into a dragon.

If they could find him, Fran could use the blessing from the Lord of Radiance to slay the dragon directly.

Killing the "disaster" itself would surely result in a massive contribution!

In fact, Fran was planning to do exactly that. She believed the Lord of Radiance’s guidance, intending to fight the High Priest in a few days.

The Spirit Realm Travelers looked at each other, and one of them asked, "So, can we leave now?"

"Yes," Micrente replied.

Then, the door to the room opened, and they walked out. As the leader moved, the others eagerly followed. With hope of passing the trial, no one wanted to give up easily.

Elant was the last one to leave. He looked at Micrente for a few seconds before stepping out the door.

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By the evening of the third day of the trial, the sun was setting, but the outside of the temple was still quite bright.

Torches had been lit early, tied around the square, illuminating the center where bloodstains from the fierce battle earlier that day were still visible.

Suddenly, a sharp sound echoed as a cane hit the floor and was quickly raised before falling again.

An elderly man with a cane in hand, whose skin was wrinkled with age, moved steadily, each step firm and controlled.

Hearing this distinctive sound, Torus quickly turned and rushed to the elder’s side, ignoring the pain from his torn wounds.

"Priest Eugene, you’re finally here. I..." Torus was so overwhelmed with emotion that he stuttered, unable to speak.

"Take it slow, Torus. Where is High Priest Angmar? What happened to those people?" Eugene’s eyes were sharp, almost overshadowing his frail appearance, making Torus instinctively lower his head.

"We couldn’t find High Priest Angmar. They wouldn’t let us get near the temple," Torus explained.

"From my identification with several other priests, those people really are the ones we sent to the 'God-Forsaken Land.'" Eugene’s face tightened as he spoke, confusion flickering across his expression before he continued.

"Ah… So what those people said about being saved by the god, and the god we follow being a false god, might have some truth..." His tone shifted from confusion to anger as he struck the floor with his cane, producing a loud sound.

"I don’t care what they say... I only know that the god our priests serve is the one worshipped in Monsa City."