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Chapter 742: Chapter 127: Aiwass’s Former Life Name Chapter 742: Chapter 127: Aiwass’s Former Life Name After greeting, Pure White left.

Because the next part of the ritual was not suitable for her to watch.

But she also said when she left that this was the most powerful and oldest Cardinal Archbishop in the Holy Nation, and Aiwass could completely trust him.

Cardinal Cyril sat at the very center of the ritual magic circle, without moving an inch.

But he manipulated the tangible wind and water to remove all of Aiwass’s clothes and pile them in a corner of the room.

Under his control, the ritual magic circle in the room changed rapidly.

Like a complex and precise machine, gears inside rotated, driving the system…

The ritual patterns drawn with paint moved freely on the ground, with about a quarter of them forming a new ritual array, fusing into the old system.

Watching Aiwass stare without blinking, Cardinal Cyril laughed heartily, “Want to learn?

“Unfortunately, I can’t teach you—because this is neither Divine Arts nor Advanced Divine Art.

It’s a mystical skill that a friend from the Primordial taught me in my travels.

It’s called ‘Secrets of Fenghou,’ the secret method of Wisdom, Transcendence, and Adaptation paths, inherited from the legendary Ritualist Fenghou of the Primordial.

Even if you understand the Primordial Language, you don’t have the right adaptability.”

Cardinal Cyril’s attitude towards Aiwass was very friendly.

Obviously, his Transcendence path level was far higher than Aiwass’s.

That’s why he could see Aiwass’s Transcendence path level, and so knew Aiwass was also a Ritualist.

But Aiwass soon realized that Cardinal Cyril’s kindness to him went far beyond what a stranger should feel after just one or two meetings.

“…Is it divination?”

“Partly,”

Cardinal Cyril nodded cheerfully: “I saw that you will solve the difficulties faced by the Holy Nation; and the other part, because I saw that even though you are a Demon Scholar, you have not incurred the sin of heaven’s scourge—using one’s own kind as a ritual material will incur this great sin.

“Not all Ritualists can study Advanced Divine Art before they begin to learn ritual arts like I did.

Because I learned Advanced Divine Art, I knew the secret of heaven’s scourge, so I could avoid this trap set by the Fallen Celestial Marshal.

“And you, who knew nothing of these and have been facing crises and oppression, could still go against ‘interest’ and choose ‘morality,’ taking the right path.”

Cardinal Cyril praised, “A Transcender must have the determination to defy everything and go against fate.

Yet in such circumstances, still being able to control oneself and not overstep shows that you are a natural-born hero, a Saint sent by heaven.

Morals that remain fresh and intact through trials are indeed superior to those protected to remain flawless.”

But Aiwass felt a bit embarrassed.

How should it be put…

after all, he did know about the sin of heaven’s scourge, so he couldn’t be as good as Cardinal Cyril said.

However, he couldn’t explain it, so he could only nod and agree.

“It might take a while for one person to complete Advanced Divine Art alone.

But this year’s study of Advanced Divine Art hasn’t begun, and I still have ample time…

I shall complete your first ritual for you,”

As Cardinal Cyril spoke, the wind flowing in the air gently pressed the undressed Aiwass onto the ground.

The black runes that made up the ritual array moved like living things onto Aiwass’s body.

Amidst a mild acid sensation similar to the nibble of ants, Aiwass himself was assimilated as part of the array.

They moved to form characters, stitching together prayer after prayer and linking them to the ring on Aiwass’s chest, forming nine long chains of runes.

Then, within the ring on Aiwass’s chest, Elvish language runes started to emerge and weave into text at high speed.

It looked like a black sun, or a kaleidoscope cracking open from the center of the chest.

In the air, a ninefold chant echoed at the same time—the whispers composed of the wind.

The wind whistled sharply and vaguely as it passed through some decorations on the wall, and those sounds were reshaped into words.

——And throughout the whole process, Cardinal Cyril didn’t use any ritual materials.

No need to draw arrays, no need for chants, no waiting, no materials needed…

To be able to do this, it had to be a characteristic of a golden-level path.

It might even be multiple paths.

So the Holy Nation had such a Grand Ritualist hidden within it!

He seemed like he would die at any moment—Treeification and Amberfication had spread to his face.

His entire body was divided into two, but he maintained a strange balance.

As long as he continued this balance, he would never die.

Aiwass’s vision gradually darkened.

Suddenly, the urgent ringtone of a phone woke him up.

It was the evolution tune from his childhood Digimon—the kind of spirited music he would wake up to every day, if he set an alarm.

Usually, he did not set alarms.

However, today was an exception, so he set ten alarms, each one minute apart.

If all ten alarms didn’t wake him up, his roommate would wake him up harshly.

…wait, what alarm?

Aiwass suddenly opened his eyes.

For a moment, he felt an absurd sense of unfamiliarity.

The soft bed, the mobile phone with the alarm going off beside his pillow.

There was no keyboard plugged into a laptop, no mouse, nor his bluetooth noise-cancelling headphones by the side of the bed.

There was last night’s leftover fried chicken and half-finished milk tea.

In a daze, he reached for his hair only to touch the short hair which was barely grabbable.

A slight pain made his brain stall for a moment.

While he was still in a daze, the evolution tune had already ended.

After a minute, the spirited evolution tune rang out again.

But Aiwass stared blankly at the phone, momentarily forgetting how to turn it off.

When the alarm sounded for the third time, an irritated voice came from outside:

“Ai Shiping, are you sick?

Are you trying to evolve to the Ultimate level all at once?”

…Who is that?

Aiwass stared blankly outside, feeling a strange sense of familiarity.

…Who is Ai Shiping again?

Just then, the sound of the alarm clock began to slow down and distort.

Time seemed to slow down indefinitely and freeze, as the entire world was coated in a sepia-tone filter, looking like an old photograph.

“—Can’t remember anymore, can you?”

Another voice started to rise slowly.

At this moment, the gaming chair beside Aiwass’s bed slowly turned back around.

Somehow, a faceless person dressed in a black suit was sitting on it.

Where the head should have been, there was only a silver-black sphere shimmering with iridescent light.

He was sitting cross-legged, his equally radiant and pitch-black hands interlaced and resting on his knees.

“I say long time no see, because we have met before;

“I say nice to meet you, because this is indeed our first meeting;

“I say I’ve heard much about you…

because I have long been aware of your existence.”

It was a deep and magnetic voice.

Although Aiwass couldn’t see the other’s expression, he felt as if the other was smiling.

Aiwass’s brain was so rigid in the dream that he merely watched the other speak.

…It’s the Lord of Scalefeather.

Suddenly, Aiwass remembered the identity of the other.

At this time, the Lord of Scalefeather was still narrating slowly, “You come from another world, right…

That’s your biggest secret.

“You haven’t told this secret to anyone.

Neither to Isabel, nor to Yulia.

Because in your memory, this world is merely a game…

and you are not ‘Aiwass Moriarty’.

“—But is that really the case?”

The Lord of Scalefeather slowly stood up and stepped on the ground.

As His black dress shoes touched the floor, the surrounding dreamland suddenly melted and shattered.

The narrow apartment dissolved in an instant into a pitch-black river, and beneath Him was a vast expanse of scales…

the scales of ‘Kunpeng’.

In the distant sky, there was an unbelievable purplish-red web of cracks.

Within each crack, there were skies of completely different colors.

Just the Sun and the Moon alone had several of each moving simultaneously in the sky—there were at least seven or eight Suns, five or six Moons.

It was like televisions playing different images or monitors displaying various times.

Each fragment reflected a sky from a completely different time.

“An assassin hidden in shadows, a hunter adapted to the jungle, a physician who can concoct medicines and poisons, an astrologer and a prophet who can predict the future…@@novelbin@@

What do these professions all have in common?”

The Lord of Scalefeather turned around, lifting His hands high as if to embrace the sky.

He spoke word for word, “This is one of the Nine Great Origin Rivers of the Dream Realm, the [Survival] River.

“It is not shameful for people to change for survival.

The weak must adapt to the environment, to nature, to the strong, to fate…

And if the strong, they naturally can change the environment, transform nature, control the weak, and alter fate.

Hence, I named it the Path of Adaptation.

You either adapt yourself or make others adapt.”

With that said, the Lord of Scalefeather turned back around.

He extended His hand and forcefully pulled up Aiwass, who was sitting on the ground.

“Let’s talk about you now, Aiwass.

I will only say one thing…

“—Do you still remember what your parents’ names were in your previous life?

Do you remember the name of your screenwriter roommate?

“Why do you only remember things related to ‘Ring of Ouroboros’?

Why are even the memories of the ‘Ring of Ouroboros’ blurry and fragmented?

“And most importantly…

before today, did you remember what your ‘previous life’ was called?”

This last question exploded in Aiwass’s mind like a thunderclap.

His pupils contracted and then dilated sharply.

In that instant, Aiwass came to a realization.

But before he could answer, the Lord of Scalefeather spoke for him:

“You are an outcast, Aiwass.

“You are not Ai Shiping, nor are you that transmigrator…

Your surname isn’t Ai, nor are you from Earth.

You have belonged to this world from the very beginning.

You are His abandoned old self, His severed past memories.

Yet in some sense, you are more like the original person than He is…

my old friend.

“You are what they call a ‘Holy Entity’…

Indeed, you are fragments of a Celestial Marshal.

“—You are the remnants of [Reincarnation].”