Transcendent Dawn

Chapter 167: Ritual (Third Call for Monthly Tickets)

Translator: 549690339

In an unnamed inn, inside a room.

The surroundings have long been comprehensively arranged, sealing off any anomalies and leakage of spirituality.

The radiance of the Spiritual Fire flickered, dancing with the shadows, waxing and waning like the tide.

The ordinary desk was covered with various spiritual materials.

Su Lu looked solemn, staring at the Disguiser’s face burning in front of him.

This spiritual entity was not especially powerful but was very cunning and difficult to discern, let alone kill.

Being able to obtain two sets of materials this time was entirely due to his overspending. In doing so, he revealed a lot of things.

‘However… One real treasure map should be enough to attract the major powers to act, right?’

A slight smile formed at the corner of Su Lu’s mouth. This was exactly the outcome he was hoping for.

By the time the sun was gradually rising the next day,

He had an item in his hand that resembled a human skin mask.

“A marvelous item– – -The Disguiser’s Mask!”

“Thank goodness I bought two sets of materials. The refining really did fail once yesterday…”

Su Lu looked at the only product left in his hand, hesitated slightly, and then stuck it on his face.

The Disguiser’s Mask was cooling to the touch and did not feel stifling. It seemed to become a part of his skin, giving a very comfortable sensation.

Not only that,

Su Lu came before a full-length mirror and started to pinch his own facial features like they were made of modeling clay.

“As expected… After incorporating the Disguiser’s traits, the newly reformed mask has the ability to disguise, although the effect has its limitations! First, it can only change facial features with no way to alter height or body shape. Second, there’s a limit to how much it can change.”

The properties of this mask were peculiar, as if there was a limited amount of skin and flesh on the face that you could decide to add to the cheeks, nose, eyelids, and other organs.

However, once the total amount was used up, it was powerless. If one part protruded, then another part would decrease.

“Even so, it can make me into another person, drastically increasing my ability to conceal myself. If combined with the [Wanderer] ability, I’d practically be an inconceivable assassin!”

Su Lu was fairly satisfied. Suddenly, a thought occurred to him. He extended his nose, changed the color of the skin above his mouth to a glossy silver.

In an instant, it was as if he was wearing the previous ‘Raven’s Mask’ again.

“Not bad, from now on, let’s call you the ‘Raven’s Mask’. It’s a shame it’s the second generation.”

The original mask was made of ordinary materials, which broke after one hit. However, the second generation Raven’s Mask, sacrifices defense for the ability to disguise, amplifying it to the extreme.

For Su Lu, that was a far more valuable ability.

“I’ve set everything up, now I wonder how many greedy wolves the Silent Forest would attract?”

Su Lu finished packing, he opened the curtains and looked in the direction of the Silent Forest, silently smiling.

Western Federation, Black Death Society branch.

The dark green candlelight burned, casting a miserable green light around.

Many shadows were reflected on the walls, as if countless demons were extending their arms and dancing wildly.

A large number of Black Dead Followers, wearing black robes and holding various ritual instruments, were kneeling under an altar, muttering different incantations.

The altar was mainly constructed of obsidian, inscribed with numerous complex symbols, each of them seeming to contain infinite secrets begging for lifelong study.

“Grandmaster! ”

A priest respectfully bowed before the grandmaster of the Black Death Society. “The ritual is ready and the Saintess has completed her preliminary preparations.”

“Very well, begin!”

The old-looking grandmaster nodded and put on a pitch-black mask.

The facemask displayed numerous sinister patterns, and in the center of the forehead, a moon ring was visible.

He stroked the mask, and with a stretch of his arms, a follower immediately draped a sophisticated and intricate ceremonial robe onto his body.

Unexpectedly, moonlight flooded the entire secret realm.

The fervency in the eyes of the multitude of Black Dead Followers intensified as they prayed loudly.

‘Ever since we obtained the Arcane Spirit last time, the resurrection process of our Lady Moon has been accelerating…’

Seeing this, the grandmaster of the Black Death Society was exceedingly satisfied.

He ascended the altar step by step, arriving at its peak.

In the center of the altar was a crystal coffin, and inside it lay a stunning young girl. She was wearing a simple robe, her features were incredibly delicate, her skin fragile as if it could be broken with a breath, just like a doll.

She was, of course, Beryl.

“A genuine divine vessel requires at least a legendary body and transcendent power…”

Stared the grandmaster, looking at the scene.

At this point, Beryl did not meet the criteria.

What she was undergoing was in fact the master-level ritual of breaking through to the fourth stage.

“The moon is the dominator of death!”

“Our lord possesses the authority of death!”

“To approach our lord… one must accept death and then return from it… and become… [Undead]!”

The old man recited in a lyrical tone: “In the name of the moon… resurrect!” Beryl before was just an unintentional corpse maiden.

Essentially, she was still a corpse—even if some consciousness had returned, even if she could move, even if she had mastered transcendent power!

Her professional path was to reverse life and death step by step.

Upon reaching the fourth stage, the master level, she had to use a ritual to allow the body to completely resurrect, obtaining abilities like a heartbeat and body temperature, all the capabilities an ordinary person would possess.

Only in this way can she truly be considered [Undead]!

“Praise be to our lord!”

Amid the frenzied worship of many heretical followers, prepared sacrifices were slaughtered in large quantities.

The traces of blood followed the engravings, soon occupying the entire altar.

The girl inside the crystal coffin seemed to absorb the blood threads throughout the altar. Her body became slightly translucent as traces of blood circulated in her vessels, adding a healthy rosy hue to her skin.

Thump! Thump!

All the blood converged, and finally, her heart started to pound robustly.

This success meant Beryl had truly transformed from a corpse to a living person, completely reversing life and death.

All her physical functions, including the lost ability to reproduce, were completely restored.

At this point, she was undoubtedly a living person!

This was a status that even the holy water of the Goddess Church could not harm because her nature had completely changed.

‘Reversing life and death, this is a miracle of our lord!’

The grandmaster of the Black Death Society gazed at Beryl as she slowly got up, slightly bowing his head in respect—not to her, but to the vessel she was about to become for the goddess.

“Prepare a room for me!”

Said Beryl in an ethereal voice devoid of any impurities: “In three days, I will fully consolidate my current state and execute the criminal who violated my spirit!”

Even with a master-servant contract, if the gap is too wide, there is always the possibility of a reversal!