High Priest.
The High Priest serves as the link between heaven, earth, and humanity, adhering to the philosophy of animism.
During the promotion, one must bring a sacrifice to meet a deity.
This single requirement was enough to deter many.
After all, no one truly knew what kind of sacrifices a True God preferred.
If the True God didn't take a liking to the sacrifice you brought but took a liking to you instead, wouldn't that be the end of it?
Yin Yang, however, had no such worries. Even if he brought a single strand of hair, he would be able to return safely.
Thus, from the very beginning, Yin Yang never considered the possibility of failure. For him, a successful promotion was a foregone conclusion.
The only thing that caught him slightly off guard was that he had fallen into a divine kingdom!
This was somewhat absurd.
He understood his own situation better than anyone; no one knew the truth behind his so-called 'god' better than he did.
How could a fake god have a divine kingdom?
And yet, it existed, and the number of believers wasn't small.
It was as if a shell company suddenly found a corporate skyscraper under its name, complete with employees inside!
This was difficult for him to comprehend.
Aside from the girls he had saved, he hardly had any followers.
He had originally planned to proselytize in Huanggang, but Huanggang was gone, leaving only Lu Zhao's family who had escaped.
Even including the girls from before, there were only a dozen or so people at most. How could that possibly form a divine kingdom?
Yin Yang was perplexed, even suspecting for a moment that he had entered the divine kingdom of another deity.
But that made no sense. The spiritual bodies of those believers were clearly calling out to the 【Lord of Rebirth and Communion】.
Yin Yang's heart suddenly skipped a beat as another possibility occurred to him.
Could it be that a real Lord of Rebirth and Communion actually existed once but was extinguished in the endless flow of time, and he had accidentally awakened it by using the same name?
At that moment, even with Yin Yang's temperament, he couldn't help but feel a sense of trepidation.
But regardless, he had indeed succeeded in his promotion!
The world before Yin Yang's eyes had completely changed; even the walls and windows seemed to possess a spiritual essence in his sight.
He had also mastered two new abilities: Spirit-Snatch and Spirit-Bestow!
Simple and direct abilities—taking spirituality away, and granting spirituality!
Imagine a battle where an opponent pulled out a transcendent weapon, only for Yin Yang to snatch its spirituality the moment they prepared to fight, turning it into a mundane object.
Conversely, Yin Yang could take a simple leaf and briefly turn it into a transcendent leaf. The disparity was clear.
And this was only the beginning.
As Yin Yang's strength grew, these two abilities would only become more powerful.
Eventually, he might even be able to strip the spirituality from within a human body.
In an instant, he could turn a transcendent into an ordinary person.
Yin Yang slowly withdrew his aura, tidied up the candles, made his bed, and fell fast asleep.
It was as if the events outside had absolutely nothing to do with him.
...
Meanwhile, on the perimeter, the blade-wielding ghost was swinging its zhanmadao with sweeping, powerful strokes.
As Yin Yang broke through, its strength had also increased.
The Security Bureau captain, who had previously been its equal, was gradually becoming no match for it.
“Get over here and help! This ghost thing is acting like it's on steroids!” the captain roared.
Whir!
The zhanmadao stopped right at his forehead, the wind from the blade slicing through a few strands of his hair.
The captain was stunned. He then saw the blade-wielding ghost give a contemptuous smirk before its form gradually dissipated.
“Captain! The giant ghost we were fighting has disappeared!”
“Captain, the red-haired one in the sky is gone too!”
The Sequence 7 captain panted heavily, wiping the sweat from his forehead.
“Assess the casualties!”
“Yes, sir!”
“Understood!”
The surrounding security officers quickly mobilized. The captain silently looked at the ground where the blade-wielding ghost had left a mark before vanishing.
It was the mark of the True Knowledge Society.
A subordinate ran over, his expression changing instantly upon seeing the mark.
“Captain, is this the True Knowledge Society?”
“Yeah. Take photos for evidence.”
“Yes, sir!”
The captain walked to the side, his right hand trembling as he pulled out a cigarette and lit it.
He had realized just now that the ghost hadn't intended to kill him.
Otherwise, that blade would have definitely split his head open!
The feeling of having just returned from the brink of death made his entire body shake uncontrollably.
“What on earth do those lunatics from the True Knowledge Society want?”
...
“Yang-ge, are you okay?”
“Yeah, are you alright?”
The moment Yin Yang arrived at class the next day, he was greeted with concern from his underlings.
Yin Yang looked at them with a look of surprise.
“What could be wrong with me? What's going on?”
“Yang-ge, didn't you see the news?”
“No. I went out for a few drinks yesterday and went straight to bed when I got home.”
“Man, a transcendent incident happened near Mansion No. 1. I heard over a hundred people died.”
“What?” Yin Yang's face was full of shock.
His lackeys began to describe the previous night's events—how dangerous and terrifying it had been, and how many security officers had been deployed.
Yin Yang listened with great interest, occasionally letting out a gasp of surprise.
Seeing Yin Yang's reaction, the students became even more enthusiastic in their storytelling, only lowering their voices when the teacher entered.
The teacher's first glance upon entering the classroom was also directed at Yin Yang. He let out a sigh of relief when he saw Yin Yang in his seat.
This was his most promising student and had even been selected as a school representative. He couldn't afford for anything to happen to him now.
“Quiet, everyone. Prepare for class.”
The teacher tapped on the blackboard. Once everyone settled down, he began the lecture.
Time flew by, and the morning's studies were over in a flash.
Yin Yang put down his pen and took a long stretch.
“Yang-ge, what are we having for lunch? My treat.”
The student who had performed at the bar the previous night walked over, looking at Yin Yang with gratitude.
Yin Yang smiled and waved him off.
“No need, no need. I'll just grab a quick bite at the cafeteria. I have to go to the library to read in a bit.”
“Then I'll head to the cafeteria with you, Yang-ge.”
“Sure.”
Yin Yang didn't refuse and headed to the cafeteria with a few of his followers.
The cafeteria at Wang City University was quite good; it was said that the chefs were specifically invited from Central City.
Almost all students and teachers ate lunch at the cafeteria.
Yin Yang selected three dishes and a soup, a reasonably hearty meal.
As they were eating, one of his lackeys suddenly nudged Yin Yang's arm.
“Yang-ge, Yang-ge, Zhou Kexin is here.”
“Hmm?”
Yin Yang swallowed his food and looked in the direction his lackey was gesturing. He saw Zhou Kexin, who had just finished getting her food, walking toward a solitary table.
As if sensing their gaze, she picked up her pace. After sitting down, she shot a somewhat disdainful look in their direction.
Yin Yang saw this and gave her a smile. Zhou Kexin's heart suddenly constricted.
Although Yin Yang's appearance was now completely different, that smile was far too familiar to her!
She stared blankly at Yin Yang as the image of Xiao Yang and Yin Yang gradually overlapped in her mind.
She stood up abruptly, about to speak, when Yin Yang's voice echoed in her mind.
“Shh. If you dare speak, I'll kill you!”
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