Chapter 192: Purification

Ke Lai En's gaze swept quickly around, finally resting on the sun brooch.

Perhaps it can be used as a "bridge" to perform a simple exorcism ritual.

The idea flashed through Ke Lai En's mind, and they immediately extended their right hand, grasping the dark‑golden sun‑bird‑shaped brooch.

Ke Lai En uses their own spirit as a vortex, drawing the pried‑up forces within the mysterious space toward the sun brooch in their hand, like a tide.

Points of pure light interlaced, sweeping and racing toward Ke Lai En, merging with their spirit as one.

The sun brooch immediately burst into dazzling radiance, growing brighter and denser until it condensed drop after drop of golden translucent liquid.

The liquid fused and twisted rapidly, forming a golden silhouette as tall as Ke Lai En, a figure brimming with holy aura!

Indeed, the "sun holy water" forged by higher‑level power is closer to a deity's blessing!

Ke Lai En steadies their excitement and joy, sending the golden figure formed from the "sun holy water" forward, passing through the illusory deep crimson star and overlapping with the little sun of the pact ritual.

They attempt to expel the parasitic A Meng within the little sun this way, and to grant it some knowledge and a wondrous spiritual experience.

However, Ke Lai En lacks confidence; the forces of this mysterious space above the pried‑up gray mist, or rather the forces belonging to Yuan Bao, are clearly of a higher tier than their spirit, preventing smooth control.

Ke Lai En's eyes sweep again over the items on the bronze long table; following the diviner's intuition, their gaze settles on the profane card.

It is the highest‑ranked, highest‑tier item among everything they possess!

Ke Lai En reaches out and grabs the Black Emperor (Item) that is face‑up!

At the same time, their gaze passes over the deep crimson star belonging to the little sun, witnessing a terrifying scene:

Within the illusory glow of the deep crimson star, the little sun's silhouette shows a withered hand, reduced to skin and bone, suddenly reaching out, slowly yet resolutely grasping the star's edge!

A Meng! It is trying, through the pact ritual's link, to pierce reality, breach the boundary, and reach its hand into the gray mist above!

Ugh!

The surrounding gray‑white mist shows a hint of chaos for the first time, its flowing currents coalescing into waves, then into a strong wind.

Ke Lai En's pupils contract sharply, unable to contemplate the feasibility of their plan or how A Meng achieved it, they immediately seize the Black Emperor (Item) on the table.

With the Black Emperor (Item)'s stature, they can finally move the forces pried from Yuan Bao with ease.

In an instant, the golden figure becomes extraordinarily tall, sprouting massive black wings on its back—twelve pairs in total!

Each wing pair bears interlaced light‑and‑dark inscriptions and feathers covered with mysterious symbols.

The gold and black form a stark contrast, both sacred and fallen!

Under Ke Lai En's command, the massive figure spreads its wings, covering the vast dome of the towering palace.

Silently, the tall, bright‑yet‑shadowy silhouette flashes outward, overlapping with the illusory little sun Dai Li Ke's figure drawn by the deep crimson star!

In an instant, light and shadow interlace, and fierce winds roar!

The withered, fleshless hand that A Meng extends recoils uncontrollably, yet refuses to retreat.

It is like a person on a cliff edge, reaching out to clutch a protruding lifeline, never letting go.

Buzz!

Amid the illusory, chaotic sounds, light and dark erupt fully; A Meng, through the little sun Dai Li Ke's outstretched hand, finally loses its support, slipping backward violently, continuously disintegrating and fading.

After several seconds, the mysterious space above the gray mist finally settles into complete calm.

Ke Lai En gazes again; the little sun Dai Li Ke's figure formed by the deep crimson star no longer bears the illusory, twisted A Meng spirit entwining it.

Ha! He exhales deeply, Ke Lai En reaches out again, materializing the contrasting scene and hurling it toward the little sun Dai Li Ke's silhouette outlined by the deep crimson light.

After a moment's hesitation, Ke Lai En re‑materializes another image and throws it at the deep crimson star belonging to Bai Ta.

Bai Yin Cheng, the little sun Dai Li Ke feels both lucid and dazed simultaneously.

He seems to see countless indescribable silhouettes, lights of various colors harboring endless knowledge, and a towering golden figure overlooking everything.

The figure stands amid dense gray mist, beside the Fool, with twelve pairs of massive black mysterious wings behind it.

Dai Li Ke feels he has touched this majestic golden figure; his body and mind become pure and warm.

At the same time, additional knowledge floods his mind, seeming to grasp what sunlight is, how to forge holy water, and how to expel evil spirits.

That wondrous spiritual experience intoxicates Dai Li Ke, as if returning to a carefree childhood, entering an imagined sun‑lit realm.

Only when everything vanished and the simple furnishings of his own room reappeared in his view did he regain his senses.

"Is this the 'pact ritual' described in textbooks? No one in Bai Yin Cheng's records has ever succeeded, no one has truly encountered the great existence."

At that moment, Dai Li Ke's face broke into a sincere smile; he believes Bai Yin Cheng will surely be saved!

Dai Li Ke lowers his head and says with extraordinary reverence:

"Praise to you, great Fool!"

In a deep darkness some unknown distance from Bai Yin Cheng, a bolt of lightning streaks, dispelling the nearby darkness.

Here lies a plain riddled with ravines, where a teal‑black cyclops wanders unconsciously.

Its eyes are lifeless, its face covered with rotting, pus‑filled sores, and gray‑yellow gas emanates from its body, intertwining in the air into clouds.

At the foot of the deepest ravine of the plain, a human silhouette stands on the edge, looking down.

The lightning's flash illuminates some of the massive gray‑white structures at the ravine's base, as well as a figure clad in a black classical robe and a pointed soft hat.

It lifts its hand, pinches the crystal single‑lens eyeglass perched on its right eye, looks up toward the left, gazing into the distance!

"Indeed." It whispers, a pleased smile curling its lips, uttering a single word: "Fool!"

The lightning across the sky subsides for a second, and darkness again completely envelops the surroundings.

Bei Ke Lan De, inside a study on Mingsike Jie.

Just after lifting a cup of coffee, Lei Ke Dun's view is suddenly flooded like a tide with a vast expanse of gray‑white mist and deep crimson light.

At the mist's center stands a high chair, upon which the Fool sits leisurely.

Next appears a tall seventeen‑eighteen‑year‑old boy cloaked by a transparent illusory silhouette.

The covering silhouette wears a black classical robe, a matching pointed soft hat, and a distinctive crystal single‑lens eyeglass on its face!

Finally, a magnificent golden figure bearing twelve pairs of black wings appears.

The golden figure and the figure wearing a single‑lens glasses opposed each other, ultimately purifying it.

The gray‑white mist and the deep red light faded together, and the layout of my study reappeared in view, along with the cup of coffee I was holding.

"A Meng! Why is Ke Lai En showing me this scene?"

Leike Dun lowered his head, took a sip of coffee, and muttered softly.

Inspiration suddenly struck; Leike Dun set down his coffee, got up, and went to the storage room to fetch some ritual materials.

Returning to the study, he immediately began setting up the ritual to communicate with the Spirit Realm's Seven Lights.

Skillfully completing the ritual layout, with a "snap!" he snapped his fingers, and the placed candle suddenly flared a flame.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

A knock came from downstairs, followed by a "creak" as the door opened.

Leike Dun stood in the study and waited a moment; Tu Ba Ge then led Ke Lai En up to the second‑floor study.

Glancing at Tu Ba Ge standing aside, the rabbit promptly turned and left the study.

After Tu Ba Ge left, Leike Dun finally said to Ke Lai En:

"Hold on a moment, I'll finish the ritual."

He picked up the prepared essential oil, dropped two drops into the candle flame, and the room instantly filled with fragrance.

Leike Dun stepped back and whispered:

"Everlasting Light of the Spirit Realm, embodiment of infinite Knowledge, the Red of authority and will."

"I pray to you, seeking some Knowledge."

As the incantation was recited, the study's light visibly dimmed, the temperature dropped slightly, and the wavering candle flame took on a red hue.

Woo! A cold, ominous wind swirled within the room.

"This is a ritual commonly used by the Knowledge Church to communicate with the Spirit Realm's Seven Lights; the incantation I just recited corresponds to Red Light El Moriya."

Leike Dun watched the ritual's changes ahead and explained softly:

"Red Light, El Moriya!" Ke Lai En couldn't hide the doubt in his tone; he sensed that the other had waited for him before performing the ritual.

Leike Dun gave a slight nod:

"For some questions, it's better you ask the Seven Lights directly; they've been wanting to communicate with you as well."

As soon as Leike Dun finished speaking, a layer of herbal powder scattered on the floor in the center of the room was lifted by a cold vortex, swirling, twisting, and expanding in the air.

Quickly, the outline of an elderly figure clad in a grand red robe, exuding great authority, emerged.

Leike Dun, with great proficiency, bowed and greeted:

"Good afternoon, Mr. El Moriya~"

"Good afternoon, Guardian of 'Knowledge'~" "Good afternoon, Your Highness!"

The Red Light El Moriya first responded to Leike Dun's greeting, then, facing Ke Lai En, performed a very solemn bow and greeting.

"Good afternoon, Mr. El Moriya~"

Ke Lai En, uncomfortable with the other's attitude, awkwardly mimicked Leike Dun's words and gestures, bowing to the Red Light, one of the Spirit Realm's Seven Pure Lights.

(End of chapter)