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Chapter 839: Chapter 218: The Descent of the Pillar God Chapter 839: Chapter 218: The Descent of the Pillar God “Aiwass,” as the words were spoken, the ritual room suddenly fell into complete silence.

All the Cardinal Archbishops looked at each other, but none chose to speak immediately.

Still, some Cardinal Archbishops closed their eyes.

As the Path crystals upon them lit up, when these Cardinal Archbishops reopened their eyes, an increasingly intense, arcane, and mysterious atmosphere pervaded the room.

“——As you have summoned, Kunpeng.

I have come.”

Cardinal Cyril’s expression suddenly changed, taking on an air of chilliness.

He opened his eyes, his pupils turning into an enchantingly amethyst hue, with snake-like flames for irises, fiercely burning within the center of the amethyst.

“How long has it been since we last gathered like this?”

A girl with pure white long hair and a demeanor as cold as snow began speaking with a beam in her eyes.

She had appeared cool and silent before, quiet like a lifeless sculpture.

That cleanly-cut long hair gave off a silent sharpness.

But now, her pupils turned into a reflective sheen, yet her temperament became more lively.

She brought her hands together, her face bearing an innocent and bright smile: “It’s a rare opportunity, why don’t I paint a picture for you all?”

Without a doubt, the one who had possessed her was the Gemini Mirror.

At that moment, another lady with wavy brown hair and a laurel wreath on her head approached.

Her originally deep blue pupils silently shifted to blood red as she grabbed the face of the Gemini Mirror, her fingers brushing the cheek and pinching the earlobe.

She then hugged the Gemini Mirror, and without a word, bent down and kissed her deeply.

——The moment Aiwass saw this scene, he guessed that it must be the Eternal Self.

The Gemini Mirror did not resist, but instead hugged Eternal Self back with a smile, following up with a kiss as soon as Eternal Self lifted her head.

She then gently rubbed Eternal Self’s chin and stroked her head: “Good girl, good girl… long time no see…”

Eternal Self, without leaving any trace, slipped her hand under the hem of Gemini Mirror’s clothes, slowly moving upwards from the lower back towards her back.

As the two goddesses showed their affection, Belisarius, who had just questioned Aiwass, changed his expression.

He stood up, clenched his fists, nodded slowly, ignoring the other Pillar Gods as he directly spoke of serious matters: “Yes, there is such a matter; it was my trade with the Lord of Scalefeather.

Now with the help of the Lord of Scalefeather, I have become a complete Pillar God.

Therefore, I entrusted a part of the description about ‘Strength’ encased within the Path of Authority to the Lord of Scalefeather.

“Of course, what I can decide upon is only the contents within the Path of Authority.

As for the parts concerning other Paths, they are not my concern.”

He took a subtle deep breath, as if drawing on a cigarette, and slowly exhaled white frost.

His pupils turned into silver-white dragon eyes, and his heart, originally transparent as crystal, was now coated with a layer of Silvery Frost.

Earlier he had questioned Aiwass, but now he was affirming what “Aiwass” had said.

“Alright, children… let me say a few words.”

At this moment, a gentle motherly whisper sounded.

Cardinal Favna’s pupils transformed into a fiery crimson.

Not only that—two curved dragon horns upon her head ignited like candles, flaring with twin glows.

Her previously gloomy temperament was swept away, as if a chilled, damp room had a brazier lit, warming and drying the air.

Her lips curled in a motherly smile, she lifted her hand gently to stroke her temples, pushing back the hair that had covered half of Cardinal Favna’s face to her back.

In that instant, Cardinal Favna, who had seemed like a villainous character, now surprisingly bore the tender and bright beauty of a wife, of a mother.

The other Cardinal Archbishops, who had not yet entered the divine possession state, bowed to the Pillar Gods who had descended, with particular reverence for Cardinal Favna, praising devoutly: “Praise be to the tri-numbered God, the noble Fire Thief…”

And “Favna” simply revealed a gentle smile.

She didn’t rush to speak, instead walking across the room, gently touching the head of each Cardinal Archbishop.

Embracing them, she allowed them to lean into her embrace as she whispered something into their ears.

First were the Cardinal Archbishops who had not entered a divine descent, followed by those who were in a state of divine descent—when Candle Master came to embrace them, the characteristics of their divine descent temporarily receded.

These Pillar Gods, to enable the Cardinal Archbishops they inhabited to have a personal conversation with Candle Master, briefly returned to the Dream Realm.

Only after this contact ended did They return.

From this, it can be seen that they still care for and recognize their Contractors, their proxies.

When it came to the last person, it was Aiwass’s turn.

—That feeling was like lying in a warm bathtub, the body submerged in water.

And as the water drained away, the body became gradually exposed to the air, that sense of weightlessness dissipating.

This is how Aiwass gradually regained control of his body.

Candle Master, using Favna’s body, embraced Aiwass deeply.

Although Favna was a Dragon, she had transformed into an Elf.

She was about two meters tall, so Aiwass, at one meter eighty-two, was still more than a head shorter than her.

That warm feeling, like warming oneself by the fireplace at home.

Aiwass felt an intense sense of tranquility…

and even smelled a pleasant scent from Favna’s clothes, that of being sun-kissed by The Sun.

That feeling even made the word “Mother” flash through Aiwass’s mind.

“You’ve done well, child.”

Candle Master gently said, “Don’t mind them too much…

they bear no hostility towards you.

“Except for Ruo’an and Grey, Holy Nation only has one Cardinal who has a contract with Kunpeng, and that’s Loki.

And that child hasn’t shown much to others…

hence, the Path of Adaptation is not within their recognition.”

Listening to Candle Master’s gentle explanation, Aiwass gradually began to understand:

It seems the Lord of Scalefeather’s statement was not an exaggeration.

In the minds of the other Cardinal Archbishops, the Path of Adaptation is indeed regarded as a “coward’s Path.”

That’s why Lord of Scalefeather had such a retort to Siegfried back then—and why Lord of Scalefeather wanted to obtain the warrior’s Strength to correct the deviation of the Path of Adaptation.

Because the Path of Adaptation as people understand it today has progressively deviated from the Source River of “survival.”

For instance, “poison” is indeed a means for the weak to defeat the strong.

In nature, many animals and plants rely on poison to continue existing amidst predators.

And the abilities to Stealth and become invisible, just like a chameleon.

They, too, are for avoiding detection by predators.

But if you combine these two techniques, can an assassin who is adept with poison really have a higher chance of survival?

Quite the opposite.

Isn’t what the assassin challenges always either the strong or dangerous situations?

Similarly, the skills of the Hunter are for them to survive from nature.

Conversing with and taming beasts, mastery of bows and firearms, as well as scimitars and daggers, are all for this purpose.

During the era when the “beast calamity” spread across the world, Hunters able to kill these magical beasts were the Guardians of their race.

—Apart from the Hunter, who else could confront the Beast Master’s hundred progeny?

But today, the magical beasts are dead, warriors are no more.@@novelbin@@

Hunters, however, have become the main profession to be conscripted—they excel at crossing mountains, possess strong guerrilla, bush-fighting, and night-fighting abilities, are adept with various light ranged weapons, and have the ability to stealth.

Compared to assassins, they have a higher and broader field of vision, even being able to share the vision with their animal companions.

This makes them the best soldiers.

The external healing abilities of Physicians have been basically perfectly covered and superseded by Priests.

This is also why there are few Cardinal Archbishops contracted with the Lord of Scalefeather, because once you set aside “alchemy elixirs,” and then rule out the “Magic Potions” from the Witches, what’s left isn’t too far off in efficacy.

Ultimately, the synonym for Physician became “poison”—the Path of Adaptation was already adept with poison.

Various difficult-to-cure Curse Poisons became the hallmark of the Transcendents of the Path of Adaptation.

Thus, an ironic situation arose.

—Though they stem from the Source River of survival, the Transcendents of the Path of Adaptation often find themselves in the midst of danger.

The entire Path has suffered a serious distortion.