$ Chapter 524 Sequence

Above the boundless sea, a vast expanse of blue extends to the horizon, and the waves sway gently, as if it is the most distant lullaby of nature.

In this vast and boundless water, a whirlpool suddenly rotates on the calm sea surface. It is neither the product of the storm nor the masterpiece of the tide, but something caused by a mysterious force beyond the laws of nature.

Just above this whirlpool, a priest in a blue robe is suspended.

His robe sways gently in the wind, like a touch of blue in the deep ocean, blending with the surrounding environment, and seeming to transcend everything.

The face of Ian, the high priest of the Poseidon Cult, is calm and solemn, with his eyes closed, immersed in a meditation beyond the mortal world.

Surrounding him is an indescribable mysterious power, which is neither the light seen by the naked eye nor the sound heard by the ears, but a profound and subtle mysterious stance.

Today, Ian has reached the sixth step of the knowledge path, and his power is considered a main force that cannot be underestimated within the Dawn Cult.

"Naturalist"

That was a path that Byrne could not take at the beginning. In fact, if the objective conditions of both parties were exchanged, Byrne would have reached the sixth step or even a farther position.

However, the ending of returning to the gods is not a bad thing.

The ratio of the spiritual power and physical fitness of the "Naturalist" is eight to two, and two more interesting extraordinary powers will be obtained at the same time.

They are "collecting samples" and "rubbing".

His image in the spiritual world is a white-bearded old man in black and white.

The ritual required to become a naturalist is to contact a sufficient number of lives, witness more landforms and minerals, etc. ... It is best to record them all.

In short, it is to become knowledgeable.

As a naturalist, the extraordinary can perform a short ritual through contact, and then record the specific information of a life form.

He will be able to learn all the information about the current population of life forms, such as what extraordinary materials they can exist as, and their strengths and weaknesses.

As for the ability of "rubbing", it is to remember the recorded life through "imagination", and then consume a certain amount of spiritual power to directly summon the projection of that life form out of thin air.

The strength of the projection of a life form does not depend on the strength of the body, but on the amount of spiritual power consumed. If the projection of a dragon is summoned with very little spiritual power, it is still not the opponent of the projection of a hare summoned with a lot of spiritual power.

However, although the strength is determined by the amount of spiritual power consumed, the summoned projection still retains the original racial characteristics. Ian tried to consume the same amount of spiritual power to summon a dragon projection and a rabbit projection, but the dragon projection won in the end.

Because no matter what, the dragon still has an advantage over the rabbit in terms of racial characteristics.

In short, it is a very general summoning ability.

"The most important point is that there is no upper limit to the number of projection summons. As long as the spiritual power is sufficient, I can summon a lot of species for my use." Ian murmured to himself.

"It's a pity that it is still limited by the upper limit of spiritual power... But I am already satisfied."

For example, the current situation is that he summoned some invisible flying feather monsters under him, so in the eyes of others, it seems that they are suspended in mid-air.

There are too many animals and monsters in the world, and many of them have incredible racial characteristics. Now what Ian needs to do is to continue to accumulate and "collect samples".

On the sea, the subtle ripples are dancing in accordance with some unknown rhythm. The trajectory of the stars, the breath of the ocean, and even the changes in the wind and clouds in the distant sky all resonate subtly with Ian's heart at this moment.

Ian closed his eyes tightly, and there seemed to be endless tranquility under his eyelids.

As a black shadow gradually appeared on the sea in the distance, a steamship slowly sailed into the sea. The steam engine of the ship roared, pushing the huge ship forward through the waves, and the white steam drew tracks between the blue sky and the blue sea.

As the ship approached, people on the deck began to notice the blue-robed priest floating above the whirlpool.

They were surprised at first, then in awe, and finally in deep worship.

"It's Lord Ian! Look, that's Lord Ian!"

"Respected Lord of the Sea! Sir Ian!"

"We are so lucky to see him here!"

The crew and passengers stopped their work, stood on the deck, knelt at the side of the ship, put their hands together, and looked devoutly at the priest floating on the sea.

In the sea breeze, Ian's figure looked even more extraordinary against the backdrop of the ship.

The mystery around him is like the ripples on the sea, spreading around in circles without leaving any trace.

He is like a wise man from an ancient legend, exuding an awe-inspiring and yearning temperament.

For the people of Baihai today, his existence is like a lighthouse in the sea, guiding those souls lost in the ocean of life to find inner peace and direction.

Although he did not speak, everything around him, whether it was the gentle hum of the waves or the whisper of the wind, was telling of his wisdom.

Everyone on the steamship bowed their heads in worship, their hearts filled with awe and gratitude.

Then, the steamship bypassed this place and continued to move forward. The hearts of the people on the ship had been touched by the mysterious power of the priest. They knew that even if they set out on the journey again, the experience of meeting the priest in this sea area would remain in their memory forever and become the most precious wealth in their lives.

"Well, that's it, I see."

Ian suddenly nodded gently.

"Ms. Christine of the highest family has convinced Bishop Zain that the Storm Church will not help the Feathered People... We can do our best to assist the Lord of the Lightless Sea in resisting."

"Okay."

"Got it."

There was no one around him. At this moment, he was communicating with the rest of the "Noble Blood" people over a long distance with a strange mysterious power.

On the sea surface dyed golden by the sunset, Ian was floating quietly. Although his eyes were not open, his heart was like an undercurrent under the sea, surging with memories of the past years.

His thoughts went back to the distant past, when Ian was still a young and confused soul, facing the uncivilized suffering and division of his fellow tribesmen, his heart was full of helplessness and pain.

In that chaotic era, the people of the White Sea were like walking into a forest shrouded in darkness, completely lost their way, full of suspicion and hostility towards each other, and living in poverty and fear, with no hope for the future and no trust in each other.

At that time, Ian had a strong desire burning in his heart to change all this, hoping to lead his people out of this dark forest and welcome the dawn of the morning.

It was this desire that made him decide to join the Dawn Cult.

"There is no doubt that this is my right choice."

For decades, Ian returned to the tribe, and as the high priest of the Poseidon Cult, he taught people to understand and respect each other, cherish life, and pursue unity and light.

Under his leadership, the people of the White Sea began to put aside their suspicion and hostility, and gradually began to fully accept all kinds of transactions with the Syat people on the continent.

As ships loaded with novel items and unknown cultures slowly sailed into many islands, an unprecedented wind of change quietly blew across this ancient sea.

At first, the White Sea natives were curious and wary of these outsiders. The shiny metallic instruments, the roaring machines, and the strange light sources that illuminated the entire village at night were both mysterious and frightening to them.

But as time went on, the representatives of the Dawn Cult began to show them the secrets of these "modern miracles" with kindness and patience - the roar of the steam engine was the source of power, which could drive huge ships across the ocean; the flow of electricity was the messenger of light and warmth, lighting up the night and the hope in their hearts!

The younger generation of the White Sea natives, especially those young people full of curiosity and desire for exploration, were soon deeply attracted by these new technologies.

They began to learn to read and master simple arithmetic in order to understand and operate these complex machines. Steam pumps were used to irrigate farmland and increase crop yields; electricity was introduced into homes to light up lights.

Moreover, as the four eastern countries were unified and compulsory education became popular, the White Sea natives gradually came into contact with a wider world.

They learned that in addition to the ocean where they lived, there were many different cultures, countries and peoples in the world... Decades ago, this knowledge was mastered by the priests of the Poseidon Cult, and now it has become widely known by many White Sea people.

As time went by, the living conditions on the main islands changed dramatically.

Traditional wooden houses were gradually replaced by more solid and comfortable brick houses; roads were widened, and horse-drawn carriages and bicycles began to shuttle; communication methods also developed from primitive word of mouth to being able to contact the outside world through telegraphs and even telephones.

More importantly, the mentality of the White Sea people has gradually changed, and they have begun to realize how important it is to communicate and integrate with the world, and the belief in the Poseidon Cult has also gradually undergone subtle changes.

For a long time, the White Sea people's hatred of the Syats has become less and less worth mentioning.

Until later, after the Dawn Cult, the Fisher Family, and the beliefs of the Lord of the Lost were exposed, Ian, who secretly cultivated many blood recipients of the Dawn Cult and replaced the top leaders of the Sea God Cult, began a comprehensive reform from top to bottom.

To date, more than half of the White Sea natives have converted and become believers of the Lord of the Lost.

Now, when Ian recalls his life here, his heart is filled with incomparable satisfaction.

He knows that the choice that day was right, and he successfully led the people of the White Sea out of darkness and ushered in light.

"There is no doubt that I did betray the Sea God, but I did not betray the White Sea people... For decades, all these sacrifices have been completely worth it." Ian whispered softly, without any regret in his eyes.