The decomposed soul flowed with a vast amount of memories belonging to the "Silver Poet."
It was like a perfectly intact cream puff suddenly smashed flat by a heavy hammer, with a large amount of cream splattering out.
Instantly, Karl came to know many things.
The "Silver Poet" was one of the five reincarnated witches of the Witch of Demise, found by the followers of the Words of Tranquility since childhood, and forced to cut off her tongue at the age of five, never to speak again.
Most of the higher-ups in the Words of Tranquility were subject to such training since childhood.
Not until she became an Extraordinary Exponent at the Metamorphosis Phase did she regain her tongue, but by then many years had passed, and the "Silver Poet" had long grown accustomed to a life without speaking.
The Words of Tranquility was a secretive cult that worshiped the otherworldly god known as the "Tranquility Songster," not only in Claud World but also in many worlds throughout the infinite cosmos, all harboring various powers of the Words of Tranquility.
The god they worshiped was one of the great existences among the many otherworldly gods.
He had never issued any commands to the Words of Tranquility.
In fact, most otherworldly gods cared little for the thoughts, desires, or considerations of mortals.
In the eyes of otherworldly gods, most mortals were nearly indistinguishable from dust, not even worth noting as insects, with only a few very powerful Extraordinary Exponents barely deemed as "insects."
And most otherworldly gods had no special thoughts about these "insects."
Gods like the Chaos Constellation that chose to use mortals and deliberately amused themselves with "insects" were exceedingly rare exceptions.
Just as there are those among humans who take pleasure in playing with crickets.
The followers of the Words of Tranquility took it upon themselves to seek what they called "tranquility," hoping the great Tranquility Songster would grant them true "tranquility." Yet in reality, the number of people who achieved their wishes had always been few. Find more to read at empire
Karl was not interested in so-called "tranquility."
"That's nothing but a fantasy of mortals."
He felt that seizing the "Silver Poet's" soul and refining it in an instant brought about real "tranquility," complete thereafter, no longer in need of any thought, even more total than death itself.
The summoned black monolith now floated above Nasir City, exuding a strong sense of familiarity, though Karl was not quite clear about its specifics, only that it had suddenly been brought forth by him.
"As if it had always been inside me."
The power granted by The Sixth Seal was the ability to inscribe "Inscriptions" upon the black monolith.
These "Spirit Inscriptions" required Spirit Particle Force obtained from the disintegration of souls to serve as "ink," allowing him to write on the monolith and unleash strange effects.
The effects produced by the "Spirit Inscriptions" would be valid for all of Karl's followers.
The more Spirit Particle Force one obtained from decomposing souls, the stronger the effect of the "Spirit Inscriptions" written, and the Spirit Particle Force from more powerful souls could also be used to enhance the inscriptions already written.
On the black monolith, the first "Spirit Inscription" Karl wrote was—
"Those who believe in me shall walk a longer path."
It was a phrase that most mortals could not comprehend at all, recognizable only by the divine and Karl's devout followers; in fact, most mortals couldn't even see the black monolith floating in the sky, visible only to those who were followers of Karl and deemed worthy.
When he wrote "Those who believe in me shall walk a longer path," the potential of all the followers of the Dawn Church on the God Pantheon stairway was enhanced, giving everyone the chance to go further!
"Although I cannot quantify how much the potential of the followers of the Dawn Church has been enhanced, there will definitely be substantial changes."
"Moreover, if I were to obtain an even more powerful, Heavenly Enlightenment Level soul in the future, I could further enhance the effect of this Spirit Inscription."
Just then, Karl felt something.
Beneath the ancient and tranquil sky, in the profound silence, an unparalleled, heart-stirring scene quietly descended.
In Nasir City, countless followers of the Dawn Church simultaneously looked up, their gazes piercing through the clouds, fixated on the mysterious black monolith that suddenly appeared in the sky.
"Lord of the Lost! What is that!"
"It, it, that's a sacred relic!"
The stele was pitch-black, as if it could swallow all the surrounding light, yet under the influence of some unknown force, it exuded an indescribable majesty.
Its shape was primitive and complex, its surface engraved with unknown symbols and patterns, each stroke revealing wisdom and power beyond the ages, involuntarily inspiring awe in all who beheld it.
As the stele slowly became visible, the whole world seemed to come to a halt.
"A divine sign! The great Lord of the Lost has manifested Himself!"
"Hahaha! Fantastic! We've finally waited for this day!"
"He has awakened! He has saved us!"
The followers of the Dawn Church were filled with an unprecedented excitement and shock, each of them dropping to their knees, with hands clasped or arms outstretched, looking up at this otherworldly miracle with the most devout posture, tears mingling on their cheeks.
And so, many more believers became devout persons.
"Oh, great Lord of the Lost!"
In the midst of the many kneeling crowds, Felix breathed deeply with intense excitement, silently reciting in his heart.
"You have finally heard our calling, sending this holy stele to descend upon the mortal realm, guiding the way for the Fischer family and bestowing upon the Dawn Church strength and wisdom."
At this moment, the hearts of all the faithful were tightly connected, sharing the shock and revelation.
They believed that the arrival of this black stele was a grace from the great Lord of the Lost to mankind, the highest affirmation of their faith and perseverance!
As time passed, the image of the black stele gradually faded, but the shock and revelation it left behind were forever etched into the heart of every believer.
The elderly and frail Lilian lay quietly on her bed, her eyes half-open.
Her breathing had become weak and rapid, the flame of life seemingly ready to extinguish at any moment, yet in her final moments, Lilian's face was filled with an indescribable calmness and release.
"You have truly awakened, and I have no more regrets."
"Forgive me, for I do not know who to appoint as the next High Priest of the Dawn Church. I leave it to You to decide."
"Now, I come to see You."
Gradually, Lilian found herself back in the Fischer Manor.
And it was not the expanded, rebuilt manor, but more like the Fischer Manor of her childhood memories.
Though much smaller, it gave her a greater sense of familiarity and comfort, her heart brimming with joy.
Unconsciously, Lilian found herself turned back into a child, her youthful self who loved small animals with innocent delight.
One by one, small animals emerged from around her, gathering by her side.
Lilian squatted down with a smiling face, childishly playing with the animals.
Just then, a strange beam of light pierced through the clouds, shining inside the room as if the Lord of the Lost above had sent one final warming rays especially for her.
She looked up in stunned silence.
Within the light, mysterious and solemn scenes slowly emerged, like a divine revelation unfolding before Lilian's eyes—as if the gates of heaven were slowly opening, with holy angels lined up in the clouds to greet her, and as though the god she had worshipped her whole life was looking at her with a tender gaze, offering the final solace and affirmation.
"Oh, great Lord of the Lost…"
Joy and gratitude filled Lilian's eyes, fully aware that this was the return for her long-standing devout faith.
At this moment, all pain and suffering seemed insignificant, and all regrets and reluctance turned to smoke.
She felt an unprecedented tranquility and freedom, her soul already freed from the bonds of the flesh, ready to embark on that unknown journey.
Lilian gently closed her eyes, a faint smile on her lips.
In release and peace, she slowly and serenely departed this world, heading toward a place far more beautiful.