Rather than calling it the lvin family’s inheritance,
it would be more accurate to say that it is an earthbound curse entwined upon the surna "lvin."
As long as the lvin clan still resides on this land, as long as they continue to accept the "lvin" education—that is, becoming Divine children—the curse cannot be eradicated.
The so-called "Divinity" is essentially becoming more like the intangible god in nature. By ans of the law of similarity, one attains a certain divinity.
The precognition, telekinesis, and creation powers of the Divine children are, in essence, because they fundantally belong to the clergy of this "intangible god."
Of course, according to the terminology... they cannot be called clergy yet, but rather "Shamans" or "Prophets". Gold rank Transcendents, indeed, have the capability to bestow others with special abilities through various ans, but it is not systematic.
Just like those false gods—such as the Wolf in the Valley, who are worshipped by so. After prayers, these delusional gods can also give so kind of response to the fools.
Among the many connections, the connectivity of Idol magic is the most solid and effective. Because Idol magic is originally the "thod of creating gods."
[lvin] is not even the soul of an ancient being.
From the very beginning, it was a fabricated entity.
It is the "Protector" collectively imagined by all lvins.
Simply put, the collective imagination of the existing lvins constructs the image of a "god among n", defines its nature and provides power to it; then through the blood sacrifice of the advancing Gold "successor" to nourish this illusion, giving it flesh and blood.
Once nurtured, Divine children are cultivated through the law of similarity. By "resembling the god", they draw power from this image and enter the path of the Transcendent with the highest efficiency, becoming the new generation of Idol Wizards.
The entire process is self-sufficient.
If there is no external interference, this system can keep operating on its own.
Generation after generation of lvins firmly believe that the god among n exists, and that there are successors of this god in every generation—nearly a hundred silver rank Idol Wizards, believing so from generation to generation, until the "god among n" not only beca real but also grew stronger with each generation.
Its power far exceeds the limit of a Gold rank Transcendent.
Because it has no soul, and no body.
It is rely "will."
The entire land surrounding the lvin family is Twisted by this wish.
In the end, this curse buried deep within the earth surged against the current of this prayer and contaminated the thoughts of every lvin.
When they are on this land, they beco incoherent in their speech. They develop faulty mories, believing in illusions that the "god among n" exists, that the successor is still alive...
All lvins maintain this "similarity" with an odd way of living, continuously providing power to the "god among n". But when they leave this place, they fail to notice anything wrong at all.
Whether it is Sumarokov or Yufimia, or Frederick, or the lvin who got his head blown off in the White Tower—once they leave this land, the lvins starts to return to normal.
Their finely honed instincts make them faintly aware sothing is amiss, hence they are reluctant to return ho. They develop an instinctive fear of their own family.
And once they return, and co into contact with others, they are rapidly assimilated.
Indeed, lvins possess "Divinity", and they indeed need to cultivate divinity through Divine children.
—Because every lvin is actually part of this "god among n"!
"So Twisted..."
Annan sighed: "A malevolent spirit of lvin, is it."
"Such insolence—"
The lvins chanted unanimously.
The ground suddenly began to shake and crack.
A brilliant golden light spilled from beneath, as if sothing was about to burst out from it.
—Here it cos.
Annan narrowed his eyes slightly, bracing himself.
What exactly does the god among n look like...
Under Annan’s gaze, a gigantic being approximately seven to eight ters tall materialized from the light spilling out from the earth’s veins.
It was not a giant of light, but rather a luminous demon ford from "desires" and "obsessions."
Just by looking at its appearance, one could tell how Twisted it was—
The "God in the Flesh" summoned by the lvin family wasn’t even human.
It resembled a curled-up baby, yet also dried shrimp. Its head was twice the size of its body, which was bloated with what seed to be a glowing liquid, while its limbs had withered to resemble shrimp legs.
This baby was about seven ters tall.
And from its back, sprouted strange "wings."
They were wings woven together by countless "arms." The original arms grew out from the baby’s back, as long and as thick as those of an adult—new arms erged from the palms of these, each slightly smaller than the last, and yet another set of arms sprouted from their palms.
So on and so forth, endlessly nesting. The arms at the very tips resembled chubby baby limbs.
If left to grow wildly, they would look more like a hedgehog than shrimp.
But in reality, these "arms" overlapped and entwined, forming two massive wings.
Not feathers, but butterfly wings.
Excessive arms bent downward, wrapping around the twisted, deford legs of the baby, and piled up to form a base.
It resembled a structure akin to an "insect chrysalis."
If not for Annan’s adaptability to the Radiant Elent, he might have thought it was a light butterfly struggling to erge from its cocoon. But precisely because Annan could see through all light, he could see beneath the surface glow and discern its Twisted nature.
anwhile, those of the lvin had lost their consciousness.
They curled up, hugging their knees, head lowered.
Nurous converged hands of light enfolded them, weaving them into tiny chrysalises. It was like being bound by a spider, ready to be consud.
"The Unborn Butterfly..."
Annan murmured.
His expression grew increasingly solemn.
Because he truly felt threatened.
It was undeniably not rely a Gold Rank but a foe of the Truth Rank!
The next mont, Annan suddenly perceived an even greater threat!
All around lvin’s residence, one after another, formidable opponents appeared.
They were all handso young n and beautiful won in their twenties.
Naked, with vacant expressions, their bodies of normal human build, and with wings made of light resembling Phoenix butterflies on their backs. They were flying gracefully, their movent through the air drawing trails of light, circling overhead and subtly encircling Annan.
But it wasn’t just a simple encirclent.
The paths they flew were themselves a ritual, a magical formation.
"...You shall honor ."
Annan closed his eyes and chanted softly, "For I have torn apart the light within the mirror, to walk above fate—"
An unparalleled brilliance overflowed from him.
And Annan continued to chant.
The light of those "butterflies" around him gradually dimd, not because their light was fading, but Annan was growing increasingly bright:
"I am the Charioteer, the one who commands six hundred stars to descend from below to above, into the rkabah Hall! I am the Chariot, I shall open all gates of the realm of light!
"I shall open the triple gates: I shall open The Gate of Gaze and Shaping, I shall open the gate of Good and Permanence, I shall open the gate of The Worm and the Cicada—"
Only after Annan entered the Gold Rank could he finally make full use of this ability!
With the Curse Binding of "Endymion Yet to be Born," drawing energy from his noble fictitious persona.
Fully unleashed...
—Ritual Spell: Trace of the Chariot!
The next mont, the sky tore open a large hole.
The clouds retreated around, the blizzard split by itself, and the grand and lesser wards were breached. A heavenly beam of light, converging from the boundless starry skies, fell upon Annan!
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