The courtyard behind began to crumble, transforming into formless energy that drifted into the sky.

Yang Zicang walked to the edge of the giant crater, expressionlessly watching the Demon Sword recount with ceaseless sorrow how anguished it had felt while doing all those things just moments ago.

Before it could get a reaction from Yang Zicang, Qiao Bing was already standing up, a golden radiance flaring in his hand as he went “bam-bam, ” dishing out a thorough lesson to the Demon Sword.

“Ouch, ah, oh, ugh, stop hitting, stop hitting! “

“I was wrong! “

Bam!Kaden also came over and furiously swung an iron bone in his hand, lashing wildly like cracking a leather belt, making a clattering noise.

“Ah… help me… Sir! No! You need me! I can help you rule… “

The voice of the Demon Sword stopped abruptly.

Because Qiao Bing had moved a rock comparable to the one that the emissary kicked over earlier.

Boom——!!!

The ground trembled several times.

A crisp and eerie cracking sound came from under the huge stone. The broken sword, which had just been repaired, split again at the fracture.

When Boboli reached Yang Zicang’s side, the latter was holding something like a postcard in his hand. On it was a blurry image of “Emissary Yin, ” with faint wisps of mist rising from its surface.

“How did you do that? ” Among the sounds of beating the sword from afar, Boboli asked in astonishment.

“More than thirty years ago, because of the incident involving Wu Zheng, I received a special reward: the ability to choose any non-S-class creation for a real descent. I never thought I would use it here. “

“Hey, hey. ” Boboli said with dissatisfaction, hands on his hips. “This is a dream, a dream, alright! Just a brief recollection tells you that thing just happened. Don’t make it sound like I’m already decades old. “

Yang Zicang chuckled. “Let’s go. Over there, something else fell down. “

Yang Zicang’s face turned solemn as he gazed at it.

“That must be… that bastard Hong Haocheng’s trash left behind in this Mental Realm. What Mo Li once mentioned… that accursed thing left here! “

-｛Distributor February. Di’an emanates a sigh of disappointment.｝

The Distribution Beacon, infused with “Mind Reading Worm ” powder, one of the “Five Rarities of the Moon Realm, ” once again conveyed the emotions of Distributor February, Di’an.

Yang Zicang felt a pang of guilt. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to sell them the experience—it was just that a host of circumstances shackled him from making a sale.

Particularly now, as the rodless head of the Weiting Travel Merchant Association remained trapped in the inn, and Yang Zicang himself was in dire need of a vast quantity of Radiance.

The three distributors well understood the situation, so they hadn’t truly pressed him to honor the contract for some time.

-｛Distributor May Valkyrie adjusted for the time difference.｝

When hecouldfinally sell them those experiences, he mused, spreading his mind to search as he walked, it would likely be upon his next journey to a new epoch’s land.

He hoped that by then, he would have secured the Feirshou Hotel’s Presidential Suite and gained actual control over it.

-｛Distributor Loki. Tata Mingqi indicated “Over there. “｝

Without needing Tata Mingqi’s direction, he had already perceived the book. Despite enduring hundreds of thousands of years, it barely showed signs of age.

“Gentlemen,” Yang Zicang said, with only Boboli beside him. The other pair, after venting their frustrations behind them, were gathering things to try and piece the shattered fragments of the sword back together, but there wasn’t much they could use. Thus, Boboli looked at Yang Zicang with a strange curiosity as he muttered to himself.

“My apologies to the three distributors. I’m not sure if the Glory Light can still be born within this Sage’s psychokinetic field.“

Staring at the branch beacon on his chest, he thought to himself: at least this thing truly followed him into the Holy Psychokinetic Field. Maybe it could work? He wasn’t quite certain.

“Anyway, later on, I’ll do my best to secure as much ‘Glory Light’ as I can for everyone, to end my signed contract early. Hmm… so, regarding this novel about Mr. Lin Feng…“

Boboli finally understood why Yang Zicang had suddenly spoken these words. Lin Feng was a figure of towering repute among those of high power and prestige.

And right before them lay a story, rumored to be transcribed from his memoirs.

This was… the source of the “Ancient Gold “-level information that Executive Director Huan Bao’er had traced through the Han Mingxiao incident, which emerged from the Holy Psychokinetic Field!

“Hero Agent “—these ordinary characters were printed on the worn cover of the book that had fallen onto the layer of yellow sand. Its edges, slightly aged, swayed gently in the settling breeze.

Yang Zicang stared at it for a long time, unable to decide whether to reach out and touch it. Only when the two behind him had wrapped a rope made from the sheets draped over them, dragged the fragments of the Demon Blade, and began trudging across the sand dunes toward them, did Boboli finally crouch down, unable to resist touching it himself.

A large hand grabbed the boy’s arm firmly.

“Are you crazy? You can’t touch this, ” Yang Zicang said gravely. “I was still thinking about it a moment ago, but seeing you move, I realized instantly—danger is danger. Just because there might be great value in it, you shouldn’t recklessly make contact. Let’s go to the temple and get the statue. “

“Big brother, that’s not it… ” Boboli hesitated, a bit conflicted, then his fingers reached out, nearly grazing the book’s edge.

Without explanation, Yang Zicang seized him, jerked him aside to avoid the book, and strode forward.

“Wait, big brother! That book is the most precious thing in this whole world! “

“Have you lost your mind too? ” Yang Zicang asked with a hint of anger, gripping the scruff of the boy’s neck as he sat half-sitting on the ground and dragged him forward. Suddenly, a skeletal figure came sprinting swiftly toward them from the opposite direction.

{My Lord, the Undying King! }

The Temple Keeper, holding three arm-length objects tightly in its arms, dashed over quickly. Before he even approached, Yang Zicang could already feel a strange sensation from his hands, one that made his heartbeat accelerate faintly. Even without the model informing him, he sensed that these creations were bound up with him in some way.

｛I have sensed the presence of the great Bloodline Resonance Statue!｝

At the model’s declaration, an electric current coursed through every fiber of Yang Zicang’s being.

Statues! Bloodline Resonance Statues! There they were!

He had finally laid eyes on them!

And all at once… three of them?

Yang Zicang’s smile froze as his gaze locked onto the objects held by the skeletal figure sprinting toward him—these statues were all creations exuding an aura of dark metallic air.

The one on the right was clearly a man with his eyes closed in deep contemplation; the left was a young man with his hands in his pockets; and the central statue, which stirred an overwhelming attraction within him, was a faceless figure bearing only a nose and the contours of a face, entirely devoid of eyes or a mouth.

All stood wrapped as though within a single flowing robe.

In an instant, Yang Zicang’s rage surged.

{Great Undying King, these are the statues we have guarded for countless years. } the Temple Keeper declared in euphoric, ethereal tones, {Long ago, the Minister who stood beside the Sleeping King commanded us to place them into your hands with our very own. Here—take them. }

The Temple Keeper lifted its arm encircling the three statues, gesturing for Yang Zicang to accept. Heart ablaze with tangled emotions, Yang Zicang exhaled a long, deep breath through his nostrils as he held out his hands and received them.

｛I, the Great Quadrilateral, have obtained the Bloodline Resonance Statues! Three of them!｝

-｛Distributor Loki Tata Mingqi has “applauded. “｝

-｛Distributor May·Valkyrie gave me a “Favorable Review. “｝

Suddenly, Yang Zicang turned his head. “Boboli! “

That kid had seized the moment and already picked up the book.

“You bastard! ” Yang Zicang, seething with anger, shoved the statue back into the Temple Keeper’s arms. His figure flickered as he rushed over and snatched the book away in a furious grab.

｛I have touched upon a new “Ancient Gold-level Information. “｝

“What! “

Yang Zicang was taken aback.

｛Because I, the Great Quadrilateral, have obtained two shares of “Ancient Gold, ” I am therefore qualified to initiate the agenda for the promotion to the Fifth Star.｝

｛This is a message from the Holy Ring Council. In the future, anyone who obtains two “Ancient Gold “-level intelligence, please secretly inform…｝

｛The so-called Gold is the perfect trait manifesting in the universe, which can be demonstrated using the “Golden Ratio. ” We will resonate the traits of both, thereby borrowing the recognized universal truth to help you all ascend to a higher level.｝

“The trait of… the Golden Ratio…? “

｛If every two line segments of equal length intersect at the Golden Ratio, each pair shines in mutual radiance, and simultaneously touches each other. The five lines thus containing five Golden intersections form the star… a regular pentagon.｝

｛Please continue to collect five pieces of Ancient Gold-level information bodies that contain the precious legacy of our world, and use the nature of this truth to preserve them.｝

The voice vanished.

The young man clutching the book stood rooted to the spot for a long moment, the wind stirring his long hair and sending it drifting across his face. Behind him, two men dragging the begging Demon Sword drew near, cursing under their breath.

Yang Zicang spoke to Boboli, “You… did you already know?“

Boboli gave a slight nod, but couldn’t bear the guilt of deceiving Yang Zicang any longer. He confessed, “I’ve actually known for a while. The excuses the Chief Steward gave me earlier were just to shut up those people from the Moon Realm who came for the auction.“

“It’s fine… I don’t care about that. It’s just… I haven’t even read it yet, and it already told me this is information of the Ancient Gold tier, so…” An indescribable surge of emotion churned within Yang Zicang’s heart.

“So the question is—what is recorded in this book? Is it real, or is it fake?“

On one hand, there was the bitter enemy manipulating a conspiracy, leading his teammates step by step toward death—and the cage of that very death was one he and Boboli had woven with their own gleeful hands.

On the other hand, there he was, having arrived at this courtyard gate through sheer inexplicable circumstances, nearly getting everyone to die alongside him before finally laying eyes on this book that had left behind God knows what twisted, wicked secrets within!

And now, the notification of Ancient Gold-tier intelligence…

It felt like the final push.

Like destroying the last lock that forbade him from reading it.

“This is the novel Hong Haocheng left behind… from the Ancient Gold tier…“

The truth of the world, the hidden secrets of ages past, the footsteps of the sage Lin Feng…

“My Silent Night has sensed the information on this book, ” Yang Zicang said softly, amidst the heavy breathing of Qiao Bing and Cardên as they struggled to catch their breath. “When Silent Night came into contact with it as I flipped it open, I felt as if I had briefly read Lin Feng’s story, though it was nothing more than extremely compressed information. “

His hand touched the cover, and an intense loathing within him made it almost impossible to turn over the thin, light surface.

“Hong Haocheng… ” Yang Zicang gnashed his teeth as he tugged at the book’s cover, as if struggling against a heavy creation that took all his strength to even shift. Boboli watched him anxiously.

“What’s wrong, buddy? ” Qiao Bing scratched his head and asked. “Who’s Hong Haocheng? You’ve already mentioned him several times. “

Yang Zicang turned a deaf ear. After holding his breath for a while, he finally let go, showing no intention of flipping it open to read.

“That bastard put so much effort into making me come this far. I don’t believe he just kindly wanted me to obtain an ‘Ancient Gold’ level piece of intelligence. He… must have an ulterior motive. “

“What! Another Ancient Gold? God, heavens! Let me see it quick! ” Qiao Bing was so shocked his eyes practically bulged out.

He never imagined, by going along with this guy, would stumble upon such two peerless, exceptionally rare treasures of information!

Even in the old world, this kind of knowledge was precious intelligence held by only a handful of people!

“You guys… is your strength about to get even stronger?” Even Carden stood there, staring blankly at the group.

While this thing had no effect on its ｛material/question/reality｝, seeing the states of these people and linking it to an item that had belonged to that overwhelmingly powerful and despair-inducing monster from before, this book, so akin to a novel, must surely be an immensely precious thing.

The emotionally charged Qiao Bing stammered, subconsciously glancing left and right in confusion. Suddenly, he froze, staring intently at the Temple Keeper beside him who was cradling the three statues, then raised his finger and sharply sucked in a breath.

“Let’s go. ” Yang Zicang cast a glance at Qiao Bing, who stood petrified on the spot, and said in a dispirited tone, “It’s time to head out and continue training. “

“Wait! ” Boboli suddenly shouted, his face taking on a determined expression. He turned to Yang Zicang, who had looked back, with apologetic eyes. “Big brother. My mission this time is to bring this book back. “

For an instant, Yang Zicang’s pupils dilated. He stared in disbelief at the figure of the young boy standing on the sandy dune.

“I’m sorry… It wasn’t Hong Haocheng. It was me who performed a certain… I’m sure you understand, don’t you? If I speak of it plainly, then this flame of destiny, already half-born, will be scattered by the wind like drifting sand, losing all its meaning. “

“It… is you…? “

Even with a mental strength that was now several times greater than his former self, Yang Zicang still felt as if he was plunged into a disoriented chaos and a sense of weightlessness in his consciousness.

“Big Brother, ” Boboli said solemnly, “taking it away requires ten portions of ‘Heroic Radiance.’ “

-｛Distributor May. Valkyrie suddenly felt astonished.｝

-｛Distributor Loki. Tata Mingqi expressed ‘Shock!’｝

“Uh… what? Come again? ” Yang Zicang’s neck drooped as he gaped in surprise, “Hold on, you mean… you want to take it away, and the price is ten portions of ‘Brilliant Flash’? “

The solemn Boboli suddenly became shy.

“Mm… well, that’s about it. Don’t worry, once I’m out, I’ll make it up to Liang Xi, Luo Bin, the Dajia Party Gathering Place, Mu Xiaoyu, Xu Aiyuan… “

“Alright, alright, stop. ” Yang Zicang raised his hand to cut off the boy’s rambling. His legs nearly gave out before he steadied himself. “Ten portions of Radiance? Hmm… uh… I should… have enough, right? “

-｛Distributor February. Di’an watches what I’m going through right now with shocked interest.｝

Yang Zicang’s mind, which had been in turmoil, finally began to calm. Yet he couldn’t help but confirm:

“So all the Radiance I’ve been accumulating over this time… “

“Yeah, it was all for this moment. ” The boy carrying a small backpack said sheepishly.