Chapter 431: 311 Resurrection

Chapter 431: Chapter 311 Resurrection

The summit of mountains.

Perfect for star-gazing.

Here once was an ancient family’s sanctuary for cultivation.

However, as time passed by, the family declined, its descendants withered, and was eventually ravaged by a great calamity.

Nearly two hundred years no one has lived here.

But Diliya liked this place.

She settled herself here, arranged various sacred Techniques, cleaned the entire abandoned structure, set up alert Techniques, and placed defensive-type sacred Magic Artifacts.

In the dead of night.

Work was initially complete.

It was time to rest.

Diliya stood under the eaves, looked up at the starry sky for a while, and began to dream about the future days ahead.

“Go to sleep…”

She whispered.

With a wave of her hand.

All sorts of Bannings quietly activated, making the entire building private and unobservable.

Back in the room, Diliya lay on the large soft bed, eyes closed, soon to drift into deep sleep.

One breath.

Two breaths.

Three breaths.

She slowly raised her hand, her ten fingers incessantly intertwining, beginning to cast a Technique.

It had no significant power, nor did it consume much spiritual power, so the shackles wouldn’t impede its execution.

— The Art of Recording.

This was her habit.

When she was very young, other Angels had told her to learn to record every day.

Recording is sacred, a part of the precepts, and like a mirror, it allows you to reassess everything that happened yesterday when you wake up tomorrow.

Observation, repentance, asceticism, prayer.

Those were the rituals of sacred cultivation.

Her fingers gradually stilled.

The Technique slowly came into effect.

It was a small orb emitting holy white light, floated above the large bed, recording all of the day’s significant events.

Just so, upon waking tomorrow, she could use it to review everything from yesterday.

This was the first step of Holy Prayer.

This was how Angels began each day of cultivation.

Diliya retracted her hand, turned over, and peacefully entered dreamland.

Time slowly passed.

In the dead of night.

A new “person” sat up from the bed.

It leaned over the bed’s edge, vomiting non-stop.

The floor was rapidly covered with a black mucus, spreading outwards in all directions.

Thud.

A dull sound echoed.

Something round appeared on the floor.

“Who let you come back?”

The person on the bed asked in a breathy, murderous tone.

The round thing jumped up, shrieking sharply in mid-air:

“You can’t blame me! The mission is complete; Charlotte knows nothing, she’s gone to her death!”

“You’re quite shrewd,” the “person” on the bed snorted.

“I am you—don’t kill me! I can still be of use in the future!”

Under the glow of that white light, the round thing became clearly visible.

— It was a head.

A head of the Nine Aspects.

“Where’s ‘The Violent Eater’?” the person on the bed asked.

“Charlotte created a Technique that absorbed everything from ‘The Violent Eater’, making it her own.”

“Tsk tsk, really—” said the head: “Charlotte’s Talent is truly high, she not only discovered the power to devour personalities but also started advancing her profession to a higher level, you must have felt it too!”

“Did you see the secret to the profession’s advancement?” the person on the bed inquired.

“Not that—wait! Amongst all personalities, only I can monitor the daily activities of the others; you need me! You can’t just kill me like this!” the head exclaimed.

The person on the bed seemed to smile and said slowly:

“Three personalities, ‘The Violent Eater’s’ Talent is to rapidly enhance Strength, ‘Snake Woman’ is a genius that awakens when reaching a certain level of Strength, even close to surpassing me—”

“And you, ‘Cunning Traitor’, you monitor everything for me.”

The head hastily responded: “‘Snake Woman’ is too dangerous; her death was right, but my Talent is not that strong, I will continue to follow you!”

Snap.

A crisp sound.

Blood mist burst open.

The head fell to the floor.

Immediately afterward, flames “crackled” on the ground.

“I hate ‘traitors’,” said the person on the bed, “betraying oneself is utterly repulsive to me.”

“—I’ll do it myself, you’re no longer needed.”

The fire burned for a while, then petered out.

The person on the bed extended a hand, drew Diliya’s Art of Recording into their grasp, and slowly began to inspect it.

“Shen Ye… how did he acquire ‘Non-Living Master’?”

“Quite strange.”

“Seems like I should go ask him.”

A breeze blew by.

The person on the bed disappeared.

Only the Art of Recording still emitted a faint light, floating in mid-air.

…

Elsewhere.

Shen Ye turned off the alarm on his phone.

Every day at 23:57, the alarm would ring once to remind him that he could soon open the door to retrieve entries.

Now.

The time had come.

But now there was a new problem.

Charlotte’s “End of Dreams” also activated every night at twelve o’clock.

She just died like that…

Unimaginable.

Suddenly, Shen Ye felt an urgent sensation.

Although the switch between multiple personalities did not share memories, if he himself were the Nine Aspects—

I would record everything on my cellphone video.

—I’d have methods to cope; can it be that Nine Aspects is foolish?

Therefore.

Right now, at this moment, if the dominant personality on Diliya were to awaken, it might have already figured out a way to obtain all the information.

It would come looking for him!

Shen Ye stood up, pressed the door of the Mausoleum Chamber, and activated the “Unique Gateway” while setting a new return coordinate one level down and two levels below.

Just on time.

Midnight.

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