Chapter 592: Chapter 528 Eternal Stone
In the Spirit Realm, there was a hidden wondrous place called the Eternal Lake.
This lake was fad not only for its profound, boundless beauty and shimring waters but also because it contained ancient and powerful forces known across many worlds.
According to so books on Mysticism, only those with pure hearts and unyielding wills, strong enough to endure, were deed worthy of facing the trials of the Eternal Lake, in hopes of attaining supre wisdom and power.
Darren gazed at the lake, murmuring with a smile, “I’m not sure if I qualify in terms of unyielding will, but a pure heart is definitely out of the question for .”
“But luckily, we’re just here to retrieve sothing from the lake, anyone who passes the trial can do so.”
Despite this, everyone involuntarily turned to look at Chris.
He was undoubtedly the most qualified and most likely to succeed in the entire trial at the Eternal Lake.
At that mont, Helen suddenly noticed sothing unusual; her best friend Little Black was agitated. She imdiately tried to calm him.
“Little Black, Little Black, what’s wrong? You’ve never acted like this!”
She was puzzled. Although Little Black did express his feelings, he had never been restless like this.
But now, the dark figure kept twisting beside Helen, seeming very uneasy and anxious, as if it was reluctant to face sothing.
After a long journey, Chris finally stood on the shore of the Eternal Lake.
The lake surface was calm as a mirror, as if it could reflect the deepest secrets and desires of one’s heart.
Just then, a deep and distant voice sounded in his ear—it was the will of the Eternal Lake speaking to him, announcing that the trial was about to begin.
He would obtain the “Eternal Stone” upon passing all the trials.
And the “Eternal Stone” was precisely what Chris needed to advance to the Ninth Tier.
Currently, he was a peerless figure on the God Pantheon stairway, undertaking a God Pantheon consecution that many from the Dawn Church’s Blood Receivers couldn’t even fathom.
Indeed, many harbored a thought deep within.
“Perhaps…”
“He could really possibly complete the God Pantheon stairway and beco… a God?”
According to teachings left by Irene, those who completed the God Pantheon stairway would beco the formidable deities under the Lord of the Lost, playing a crucial role in his full resurgence.
The possibility of becoming a God—such a notion was thrilling and even worth striving for life for countless people.
Not to ntion the situation of the “Reincarnator” becoming increasingly exposed, so the disciples of the Dawn Church grew increasingly devout and fearless of death.
Many among them felt dying was inconsequential; as devout believers, their faith destined them to reincarnate, return to the church, and continue their lifelong dedication to the great Lord of the Lost.
Chris silently observed the lake water.
The first part of the trial was the “Trial of the Heart.”
He needed to confront the fears, regrets, and desires deep within his heart. These emotions transford into various illusory enemies, all attempting to drag him into the Abyss of despair.
Finally, manifold fantasies surged from the lake, accompanied by the voices of his sister Irene and Vanessa, echoing constantly around him.
Chris didn’t close his eyes; instead, he took a serene deep breath, using his firm will and belief to overco those voices and fantasies, transforming all inner turmoil into motivation to move forward.
An important reason was his position as a devout follower of the Lord of the Lost; he knew sothing—that both Irene and Vanessa had found their place.
Though they had died in the physical world, their souls forever existed beside the Lord of the Lost, which was not sothing bad, but rather sothing worth celebrating.
His heart’s deepest “regret” wasn’t about the death of the two most important won in his life, but rely about not being able to see them for decades and not knowing how many more years to co.
In fact, Chris truly hoped to see Irene and Vanessa again.
If it weren’t for the dual responsibilities of family and church, Chris would definitely have chosen suicide to release his spirit to the great Lord of the Lost, for only by doing so could he easily reunite with them.
The first part of the trial was passed.
Next ca the second part of the trial—the “Trial of Ti.”
The Eternal Lake unleashed a mysterious and eerie power that allowed Chris’s consciousness to instantly undergo a dream journey spanning a thousand years.
During these long years, he witnessed the rise and fall of civilizations, experienced the cycle of love and hate, and deeply understood the fragility of life and the increasingly lonely future he was to face.
And after those thousand years, Chris had to choose to “wake up” and return to the real world, abandoning the dream world he had co to know.
If he were an ordinary person, he might truly not have endured, opting to stay forever within the dream.
However, Chris awoke without hesitation.
He had always been wary of that world, never harboring expectations or attachnts, spending the thousand years sharpening his control over his power.
“…”
Chris slowly looked around, at the Fischer family mbers who seed both familiar and strange, slowly shaking his head.
He was back.
They didn’t know how much ti had passed, only he knew.
Then, it seed he still had to undergo a third trial, yes, that was it.
Chris gathered his thoughts and looked once more towards the lake.
It was the “Trial of Power.”
Suddenly, a massive water column surged up from the lake, transforming into a fierce Water Beast that launched an attack at Chris.
This was a battle without smoke, a contest of wisdom, endurance, and precise control of power… The requirent was that the person facing the trial could not use Extraordinary Power but only his physical strength.
Chris didn’t use any Extraordinary Power or intend to move; he simply extended his hand and lightly pointed, completely shattering the Water Beast.
If he were still at the Seventh Tier, he might have battled for a long ti. That fearso Water Beast possessed the powerful strength of a mid-level Monarch, but for Chris at the Eighth Tier, his re physical strength was enough to easily defeat the opponent.
As the last rays of sunlight fell upon the calm lake surface, Chris gazed at the Eternal Stone rising from the lake’s depths.
The gemstones, slowly rising from the Eternal Lake, had an breathtaking form and texture.
It wasn’t very large, about the size of a fist, yet it seed to condense all the surrounding essence and energy, presenting a deep and transparent blue color, as if the purest water drop from the deep sea, exuding an indescribable tranquility.
Its surface was as smooth as a mirror, flawless and without any cracks, like the most perfect natural artwork.
Under the light, the inside of the gem displayed intricate, delicate patterns that seed like flowing Cloud Mist or a disorderly constellation trajectory that changed unpredictably with the observer’s angle and the light.
Moreover, the Eternal Stone also possessed a subtle yet strong energy field; when Extraordinary Exponents touched it, they could feel a warm and healing power flowing through their bodies, instantly curing all fatigue and pain.
Darren couldn’t help but laugh out loud, nodding, “Finally got it, this level of Extraordinary Material is also one of the rare treasures on the Ouden Continent… really hard to obtain, mostly monopolized by the Lorne citizens and Seven Stars, but now the Seven Stars Empire has also beco a thing in the Lorne citizens’ pocket…”
“Little Black! Little Black, what’s wrong with you, Little Black!”
Just then, Helen yelled out, instantly drawing everyone’s attention.
She saw her friend of many decades, Little Black, who she had always carried along, suddenly beco agitated, its body violently trembling, struggling, and even pushing Helen away by hundreds of ters.
Everyone’s expressions changed instantly.
“What happened?”
Darren frowned deeply; Little Black had been capable of confronting the Sapphire Curator in the past, and although his true form was always unknown, there was no doubt it was sothing special.
He knew very well that Helen’s Destiny’s Trajectory was to attract those special beings… and Little Black was the friend from the Spirit Realm who had accompanied her the longest.
Darren asked, “Helen, are you okay?”
Helen shook her head, looking anxiously and fearfully at her most important friend who had once saved her, Little Black.
“You, what’s wrong with you?”
However, a roar suddenly erupted from the usually silent Little Black!
“Ah! Run!”
Suddenly, Chris’s face changed!
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