Hearing all this, Logan nodded.
The Ancient Tribunal was, in essence, the Lost World’s neutral enforcent squad. The Observers were the enforcers; they only punished rule-breakers and took no sides. For now, they had no conflict of interest with us.
Just then, deafening cheers erupted from outside. The victory celebration had clearly reached its peak.
Suddenly, Violet’s brow twitched. Her royal blood’s Resonance stone sent a faint, subtle tremor through her. It felt like a totem mark in a certain sector had just lost contact.
She frowned slightly, assuming so of her n hadn’t had ti to repair the damaged totem arrays after the battle, so she didn’t worry about it.
Logan put the invitation back into his storage space and stood up. "There’s no rush on the Ancient Tribunal matter. Let’s handle what’s right in front of us first."
"Once the celebration ends, we can study the invitation at our leisure."
Kane nodded and led the way out of the lab, wielding the Blade of Destruction.
Violet followed close behind. Before leaving, she touched her brow again, but the strange sensation had already vanished.
Thinking it was just her imagination, she didn’t dwell on it and hurried to catch up with the others.
Two hours after the celebration ended.
In the temporary lab on the west side of the Shattered Canyon, the cold-white soul crystal lights burned brightly, almost blinding.
The walls made of cold jade blocked out the lingering heat of the battlefield. The air still carried a faint scent of Devouring Rule.
Logan sat before a stone table carved from cold jade, his fingers hovering just above a specially made crystal box.
Inside the box, a black crystal core floated in silence.
It was a sample of the Devouring Rule that Logan had extracted from the remains of a soul-devouring apostle.
Cold black mist swirled across the core’s surface. Even with the crystal box sealing it on multiple layers, the core still radiated a devouring rule wave that seed to consu everything around it.
Logan’s five-spiral DNA spun at high speed, with five different rule lights flowing in order across his eyes.
Silver ti, golden space, erald creation, black destruction, and gray soul.
His consciousness sank deep into his Soul Sea, clearly perceiving the structure and patterns of the Devouring Rule.
This rule’s logic of dismantling matter perfectly completed a cycle: it worked alongside Creation Rule, which reconstructs matter, and Destruction Rule, which shatters structure.
Logan thought to himself, *Theoretically, this rule can be integrated into my five-spiral structure.*
If he could successfully fuse it, he would break through his current limits and condense a six-spiral DNA.
Only then could he truly enter the Demigod realm.
However, he knew the risks were huge.
The Devouring Rule was highly corrosive. The slightest mistake would an being counter-attacked, leading to the complete destruction of his soul and body.
He needed more rule samples and a rare treasure capable of stabilizing his five-spiral structure before attempting this fusion.
Just then, a sharp, stinging pain shot through Logan’s soul contract.
Violet’s voice rushed through the bond, sharp and filled with suppressed panic.
"Master, sothing is wrong." Violet’s telepathic voice said.
Logan’s fingers paused. He furrowed his brow but didn’t stand up imdiately.
Instead, he replied through the bond: "take your ti. Tell what happened."
Violet’s voice trembled with anxiety as she spoke quickly: "Blood River, citing a need to reorganize the defense lines, has pulled all 110,000 flesh puppets armies away from the eastern sector of the Bone-Blood Plain."
"They are now moving toward the Temple of Destruction. Their march route is completely off the normal defensive periter."
Logan’s pupils shrank slightly. The five lights of rules in his fingertips suddenly vanished.
He imdiately spread his soul power, reaching out toward the Bone-Blood Plain.
Within his sensing range, Logan clearly detected the energy fluctuations of the 110,000 flesh puppets armies.
That massive surge of blood-red energy was closing in on the Temple of Destruction in a pincer formation.
Violet’s voice ca again, colder than before: "There’s more. The Shadow Phantom and his 60,000 Abyssal Walker assassins have completely vanished from our monitoring."
"My totem marks can only sense vague shadows; I cannot pinpoint their specific locations."
Logan leaned back against the cold stone chair, his fingers tapping unconsciously on the edge of the table.
His mind raced, rapidly organizing the current situation.
Just hours ago, three Demigod vanguard units had retreated. The defense line in the Shattered Canyon wasn’t even fully secure, and now trouble had erupted from within.
The movents of Blood River and Shadow Phantom were clearly not a normal reorganization.
"This is the sign of a rebellion!" Logan realized. If they cause chaos inside, the three Demigod vanguard units outside will surely strike while we are weak.
Facing attacks from both front and rear, they would have no chance of victory.
Logan imdiately sent an order through his soul contract to Violet: "Blood River and Shadow Phantom are planning to revolt, but we cannot expose them directly yet."
"Order them to et at the Temple of Destruction using your authority as the heir of the Sky-Splitting Tribe."
"Stall for ti. Do not raise their suspicions."
Violet replied instantly: "Understood, Master."
Logan then sent ssages to both Nel and Bobbi simultaneously. "Nel, create a clone to secretly monitor the movents of the flesh puppets army."
"As soon as they make a move, report imdiately. Do not attack on your own."
"Bobbi, go to the western front and secretly set up a Phase Folding trap."
"Block the retreat path of Blood River’s forces and be ready for war at any mont."
Bobbi and Nel responded in unison: "Received. We will get the job done."
With everything arranged, Logan stood up.
He picked up the crystal box containing the Devouring Rule sample, turned around, and walked toward the Halls of the Master.
He had to find Kane.
This rebellion couldn’t be handled alone; he needed Kane’s help.
Inside the Master Hall of the Halls.
Kane stood beside the golden throne, holding the tattered invitation from the Ancient Tribunal.
His Demigod body had shrunken to a height of five ters, and he maintained an aura of 80% combat readiness.
Hearing footsteps, Kane slowly turned. His gray eyes locked onto Logan. "You’re here. Is there a problem with Blood River and Shadow Phantom?"
Logan didn’t beat around the bush. He nodded directly. "Yes. Blood River is moving 110,000 flesh puppets toward the temple, and the 60,000 assassins under Shadow Phantom have gone completely dark."
"They’re definitely planning to rebel. I’ve already ordered Violet to summon them to the temple using royal authority to buy us so ti."
Kane’s brow instantly furrowed, a flash of cold killing intent flashing in his gray eyes.
He gripped the invitation in his hand, his knuckles turning white. "Those iron-bone remnants. As expected, they never gave up their wicked sches. I should never have let them live in the first place."
Just then, the invitation fragnt in Logan’s arms suddenly pulsed with a strong, gray soul wave.
At the sa mont, the invitation in Kane’s hand began to glow.
Despite being several ters apart, the two fragnts experienced a powerful Resonance.
A pillar of gray-white light shot upward, resonating with the five-spiral DNA in Logan’s body.
Five streams of rule light within him began to flow on their own. The silver Rule of Ti, the golden Space Rule, the erald Rule of Creation, the black Destruction Rule, and the gray-white Soul Rule all flared to life on his skin.
These five rules ford a perfect loop, intertwining with the light from the invitation.
Kane’s gray eyes snapped shut, his face twisted in disbelief. "Three hundred years. It has never reacted like this before."
Inside Logan’s Soul Sea, the consciousness of Nyarlathotep suddenly surged with intensity.
Nyarlathotep’s voice ca into Logan’s mind, heavy with seriousness: "This invitation’s Resonance points to the Ti Rift deep within the No. 53 Restricted Zone."
"That is a ti anomaly point established by the Ancient Tribunal. The flow of ti inside is completely different from the outside."
Logan’s mind stirred. He turned to Kane and asked, "The Ti Rift? Do you know this place?"
Kane nodded, his expression a mix of emotion. "Yes. When I received this invitation three hundred years ago, I traced it to this location. The entrance to the invitation lies at the very deepest point of the Ti Rift."
Logan pressed on: "What is the exact ti flow ratio inside?"
Kane spoke in a low, serious tone: "One hour outside equals ten hours inside. A one-to-ten ti ratio."
Logan’s pupils shrank slightly as he quickly did the math in his head.
This ti flow was a massive opportunity for him.
Right now, what they lacked most was ti.
The three Demigod vanguards could return at any mont, and Blood River and Shadow Phantom’s rebellion was on the verge of exploding.
If they could enter the Ti Rift, they could gain vast amounts of training and growth ti within a very short period on the outside.
If used wisely, combined with Logan’s own ti acceleration abilities, he might achieve a thousand-fold acceleration. One day outside would equal three years of training.
Seeing Logan’s excited expression, Kane continued, "Three hundred years ago, I received an invitation but chose not to enter.
The rumor is that the Ti Rift holds a legacy of ’Rule Manifestation’ left by the Ancient Tribunal.
This legacy can condense intangible rule energy into physical weapons.
If you master this ability, even at the Legend stage, your combat power will undergo a qualitative leap."
Logan’s heart skipped a beat.
Rule Manifestation.
That was exactly the ability he needed most right now.
His five-spiral DNA could already master the five rules perfectly, but he could only release them as energy.
If he could condense these rules into physical weapons, his combat potential would be raised infinitely.
But Logan quickly cald himself down.
Looking at Kane, he asked, "How long would it take to enter the Ti Rift?"
Kane replied: "At least six hours outside."
"Inside, that’s sixty hours—just enough ti to complete the legacy’s trial."
Logan frowned again.
Six hours.
Right now, Blood River and Shadow Phantom could launch a rebellion at any mont.
If he took Violet, Nel, and Bobbi into the Ti Rift, the temple would be left with only Kane.
Kane would have to face the rebellion of Blood River and Shadow Phantom alone, while still guarding against the three Demigod vanguards waiting outside.
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