The New Moon Order.

In the vast woodlands outside Rudin City, a stark white stone castle stood silently, like a reef in a green sea, unyielding.

*Whoosh!*

A man in a black suit descended from the shadows, landing lightly, and slowly approached the castle gate.

The gate slowly opened automatically.

"Welcome back, esteemed Sir Randila," a relief face on the pillar beside the gate said.

"Is the Bishop here?" the man asked in a deep voice.

"He has arrived and is waiting for you in the second hall. He made a special trip back from afar for your news. Let me remind you, if you don't have particularly important news, and you delay the crucial front-line affairs with the Pure White Hymn, the Bishop will not be lenient with you," the pillar face said in a deep voice.

The suited man, Randila, paused slightly, but still resolutely entered the gate. "I know that, of course."

In the darkness, rows of black, red-eyed bats stood everywhere inside the castle, on the walls and trees.

They hung upside down, staring intently at the moving man with their blood-red eyes, as if ready to pounce on him and tear him to shreds.

Passing through a deserted lawn filled with tombstones, Randila entered the hall on the first floor. A fair-skinned, cold-looking, long golden-haired woman was walking out gracefully.

"Randila?"

"It's me, Countess Mor爾芙," Randila hurriedly bowed.

"Father is waiting inside. The situation at the front is not good, so be as cautious as possible with your words," the woman instructed.

Randila nodded, thanked her again, and continued to walk inside.

Halfway there, he suddenly looked up.

At the end of the stairs at the highest point of the hall, a black shadow flashed suddenly, and an old man in a black suit with dark red hair and a pale face appeared out of nowhere.

The edges of the old man's suit were silver-plated, like his eyes, shining with a faint silver light.

The moment he saw the old man, Randila hurriedly lowered his head and knelt down.

"Bishop!"

"Where is Mosang 莫桑?" The old man's silver eyes fixed on Randila, and an invisible force field twisted the air and descended on the man.

"If the news you bring back is not important enough, I will take you to the front lines with me. If you have not deceived me, I will bestow upon you a drop of my essence blood."

"Reporting to the Bishop, Lord Mosang has probably been killed. I only found fragments of his staff at the scene. His ashes have probably been evaporated and dissipated by the sunlight," Randila said solemnly.

"Even Mosang, with his speed, was killed without even sending a message?" The Bishop paused, seeming to be lost in thought.

"The resurrection ceremony will be held after, but now the pressure from the Pure White Hymn has increased, and there are no more resources to hold it for the time being. Here in Rudin, I will have Mor爾芙 take on more responsibilities. Once Mosang is resurrected, we will quickly find out who killed him."

The Bishop's words set the tone for everything.

Hearing this, the panic in Randila's heart finally calmed down a little.

"Understood. I will secretly investigate this matter and await Lord Mosang's resurrection."

"However, the strong person who could kill Mosang so quickly is probably that guy from the Underworld Order..."

The old man frowned and waved his hand, about to signal the other to leave.

Suddenly, a silver-white bat flew into the hall and landed quickly on his left shoulder. The bat's mouth moved slightly, as if transmitting a message.

"What?!" The old man's frown deepened.

A small cult that was originally near Rudin City, with hundreds of believers worshiping the Scorching Scorpion God of Hell, had just been discovered, all dead in their cult's base.

From the believers to the highest bishop, not a single one was spared, and all of their bodies' internal flesh, bones, and organs had disappeared, leaving only soft skin and clothes in place.

"Another dissolving extermination case... This time it actually happened here in Rudin..." Dissolving extermination cases were not new; they had been happening continuously for many years.

The targets were small and micro-sized cults throughout the countries of Anze. These cults had weak power, low influence, and secretive movements, so even if they disappeared, it would not cause a stir for a while.

It was only because it happened every few years, the number increased, and the traces were the same that it became increasingly eye-catching.

"Go back, I will send someone to investigate and keep an eye on all living people approaching nearby," the old man said to the silver-white bat.

The bat nodded, turned, and flew away.

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Forever Agency.

Li Cheng Yi sat cross-legged, floating in mid-air, with a series of semi-transparent Hui Jian (Wisdom Swords) surrounding him.

Large amounts of colored crystals were piled up in the room, from which tiny colored light spots flew out and merged into his body.

The absorbed colored crystal pillars shattered one after another, turning into fine white powder.

As time passed, the amount of powder in the room increased, and the number of crystal pillars decreased.

The various materials placed on the table also dissolved into streams of colored liquid, which flew up and merged into the Hui Jian formation around Li Cheng Yi.

Before long, all the liquid disappeared.

A cyan-purple flame mark slowly appeared on Li Cheng Yi's brow.

The flame mark had a complex shape, and the patterns seemed to contain a sharp longsword.

*Huff.*

Exhaling softly, a huge airflow stirred and rotated in the room.

Li Cheng Yi opened his eyes.

"Finally done."

The foundation-building stage of the Yin Canon was finally completed. Next was to increase the Yuan Yin (Primal Seals). When the number reached twenty, the Creation Furnace would automatically form, and the first true fire would be ignited.

As for how to obtain the Yuan Yin, the Yin Canon did not say, meaning it was up to you to decide.

Whether you cultivate diligently yourself, rob, or steal, as long as you can make up twenty Yuan Yin, you can ignite the true fire.

Thinking of the situation in Midraan, it was probably mostly about cultivating other martial arts to condense Yuan Yin.

But here, there was no way to take shortcuts in martial arts. The best way was naturally to follow the Thousand-Faced Sword Canon forward.

Fortunately, the Thousand-Faced Sword Canon was also extremely secretive.

After finishing his practice, the cyan-purple flame mark on Li Cheng Yi's brow faded away.

It took four sets of materials to complete the Yin Canon's foundation building. It was conceivable how expensive and resource-intensive this Yin Canon was.

‘Next is to continue to condense Yuan Yin. As long as one observes the will sublimation in the Thousand-Faced Sword Canon, one can condense a human-faced Yuanshen Jian (Primal Spirit Sword) and then condense Yuan Yin.’

‘Now I should choose the person most likely to sublimate their will…’

Li Cheng Yi thought to himself.

Will sublimation requires people who already have a strong will foundation to produce sublimation during a great enlightenment.

And what kind of people are most likely to have a strong will?

It was this group of people who were under great mental pressure and had extremely stable values, such as a very few top criminals, top hunters who rose from humble beginnings, self-made business tycoons, veteran soldiers, and so on.

There was also a group of people who had experienced countless hardships and setbacks and could still firmly adhere to their original intentions. These people's wills were absolutely strong.

‘So how to sublimate?’

Li Cheng Yi pondered.

Different people have different understandings of the Thousand-Faced Sword Canon when they practice it, and the human-faced Yuanshen Jian constructed with different understandings also have different powers.

So…

Habitually glanced at the position in the air where the Flower Language Pearl left traces, and confirmed that there was no change, Li Cheng Yi waved his hand to disperse the death aura formation, got up, opened the door, and walked out of the office.

‘The candidates need to be found, I definitely won’t find them by staying in the house. I need to go out and walk around.’

He had a plan in his mind, waved to Nilan who was panting and dragging the floor, opened the door, and left the agency.

This little Nilan, although her mouth was very poisonous, was still very hardworking.

She would clean the 300-square-meter area five times a day, and she really didn't slack off.

This execution was very good.

Li Cheng Yi was quite satisfied. It was definitely not because the little girl had previously complained about him that he deliberately arranged the chore.

Was he, Li Cheng Yi, such a petty person?

Of course not.

Walking out of the agency, he slowly walked along the street towards the city center.

The flow of people came and went on the street, constantly brushing past him.

Office workers going to and from work, housewives and househusbands shopping, parents taking their children for a walk, old people slowly strolling...

Tired faces, calm faces, sad faces, happy faces, one after another of ordinary people's faces constantly flashed in Li Cheng Yi's eyes.

Everyone's consciousness, in his current perception, was like a swaying flame.

They burned, and transparent threads flowed inside them, which were the evidence of life's existence.

He walked through street after street and saw countless people.

The size of their consciousnesses varied, but the strength was almost the same.

Li Cheng Yi was even a little disappointed. It seemed that it was impossible to find an individual with enough willpower by just strolling around like this.

He walked along the sidewalk all the way forward, and soon unknowingly came to a dark and dirty black mud district.

This area was different from other places. The road surface was not paved with cement, but simply paved with a mixture of cinder and soil.

Most of the shops on both sides were also closed. Occasionally, one would be open, and some tattooed men and women would gather at the door to smoke and chat.

In the distance, small shops with red lights flickered faintly, and sexy long-haired girls stood or sat at the door.

Slum.

The name flashed in Li Cheng Yi's mind.

Rudin did have slums, and the area was not small.

And at this time, in his perception, he discovered a consciousness flame that was completely different from the rest.

If the average consciousness was the size of an egg, then this person's consciousness was the size of a fist.

Significantly larger.

Following the direction of the consciousness, Li Cheng Yi approached, and soon stopped in front of a small shop with a red light.

In the shop, through the glass door, he could see a thin figure quietly lying on a small wooden stool, using the dim light, struggling to do homework between bursts of panting and groaning.

It was a little girl.

A little girl who looked only twelve or thirteen years old, with delicate features, but with crisscrossing scarlet scars on her cheeks, completely destroying the harmonious beauty.

‘It’s her.’ Li Cheng Yi checked the owner of the consciousness flame and confirmed that it was the little girl. He immediately pushed the door open and entered.

There was also a slightly fat woman in a mini skirt in the shop. She was originally sitting on the sofa dozing off. Hearing the movement, she quickly stood up. The moment she saw Li Cheng Yi, her eyes widened.

Looking at the other party's silver-white long hair and fair and handsome face, she didn't think that this person would come to this kind of place for women.

"This sir..." the fat woman hesitated.

"What's her name? Where are her parents? Can I adopt her?" Li Cheng Yi pointed at the little girl and asked the three ultimate questions in a row.

"???" The fat woman looked dumbfounded.

The little girl being pointed at also looked dumbfounded.

(End of chapter)