From Secret Clan to the Divine Dynasty

Chapter 278: Chapter 268: 3rd Rank "Prophet

The Path of Revelation's 3rd Rank.

"Prophet"

In the Spirit Realm, its image is that of a solitary black elder, whose specific gender is indiscernible, shrouded in white blindfolds with a constantly shifting aura of black and white.

Above the head of the black elder hovers a massive, profound eye, emitting unceasing radiance as if it scrutinizes all matters and gazes upon everything.

To become a "Prophet," one must first master the Power of Consecution of the first two Ranks of the Path of Revelation—"Enlightened One" and "Proficient One."

Furthermore, the "Proficient One" must complete a promotion ritual: within one week, they must alter the destinies of three people continuously, making their futures align with the prophecies they had previously set forth.

During Karno's advancement to "Proficient One," the Fischer family sacrificed a Class 2 Extraordinary Material known as "Dazed Light."

That was a light sphere that would brighten and dim intermittently, actually a special Extraordinary Material produced by an extremely rare plant from the Aphotic Sea. If it weren't for the Fischer family's maritime business in the Aphotic Sea, it would have been very difficult to obtain it.

However, when advancing to "Prophet," the sacrificed Extraordinary Material was the "White Demon's Eye."

It belongs to a demon from hell named "White Demon" that can foresee danger; it resembles a snowball filled with tiny tentacles, containing three hundred and sixty-one eyes.

The White Demon is quite weak, prefers to devour corpses, and its flesh tastes similar to human girls, serving as a primary food source for many powerful demons.

The only part of it that qualifies as a Class 3 Extraordinary Material is its main eye, the size of a fist, with those smaller eyes merely considered Class 1 Extraordinary Material.

Through trade with some Lorne citizens, the Fischer family acquired several White Demon eyes, including two main eyes.

"Prophet" is a highly pure Consecution, endowing an Extraordinary Exponent with 70% Spiritual Power and provides no enhancement to physical attributes.

Upon becoming a "Prophet," one would obtain three destiny spells—powerful and consuming of significant amounts of Spiritual Power.

A "Prophet" can make prophecies about the future in three ways.

The first type of destiny spell is the "Dream Prophecy," which often activates passively. For instance, a "Prophet" might see strange fragments in their dreams.

These fragments represent a future that is likely to occur, but many of the dream fragments lack logic and are difficult to interpret.

At the same time, "Prophets" can also ingest special drugs to induce dreams, attempting to actively seek glimpses of the future within the dream.

"Dream Prophecy" tends to focus more on predicting "dangers" and "opportunities."

The second type is "Tarot Prophecy," simply put, a "Prophet" can draw Tarot cards or other mystical cards to predict the future to some extent, and the meanings contained in these cards also need interpretation.

The results of "Tarot Prophecy" are more geared towards "career," "love," "fortune," and such aspects.

The last type of destiny spell is "Precise Prophecy," which yields much more accurate foresight than the previous two. The fates and futures deduced are difficult to alter without proactive measures.

However, only Spiritual Power is depleted by the first two prophecy spells.

But to cast a "Precise Prophecy," the "Prophet" must burn away their own lifespan, and the more important and accurate the foresight, the more of the "Prophet's" life is consumed.

In theory, "Precise Prophecy" can lead directly to the "Prophet's" death.

And regardless, fate has a way of playing tricks.

"Fate Behemoth"

It represents five o'clock in the morning.

It is also one of the great otherworldly gods.

It is the embodiment of fate itself— revered in human speech—a colossal spider in the void with countless limbs, manipulating the invisible threads of destiny.

Ultimately, it will mock all living beings equally.

A "Prophet" is but mere dust in the endless expanse of the cosmic river and can never truly control their own fate.

——

Emerald Lake Province.

The manor of the "Dragon Taming Lord" Aldrich.

He paced back and forth in a study room that was not luxurious but filled with abundant, neatly arranged books, calmly pondering many events from recent years.

Years ago, Aldrich promptly returned to Cyart's southern province and reported the affair of the Words of Tranquility Order in full to Duke Romann and the Cyart King.

Duke Romann was then silent, contemplating something.

After hearing everything, the Cyart King flew into a rage.

"I will never allow those heretics to run amok in my kingdom!"

"Whatever the cost, I will fulfill my promise and lead the Cyart people to the pinnacle!"

He was vehement in his stance and took the matter very seriously, expressing on the spot that he would have the court mage "Silver Poet" pursue the Words of Tranquility Order with all her might.

Aldrich raised no objections, as he was quite familiar with the capabilities of Madam Aphrodus, "Silver Poet.

She is a silver descendant and genius who broke through to the Monarch Level in a limited lifespan, now the most trusted confidant of the Cyart King.

"Silver Poet" Aphrodus, a highly exceptional and wise woman, commands respect.

He had full faith in the abilities of the "Silver Poet," but the outcome was puzzling. After five long years, the Words of Tranquility Order seemed to have completely vanished.

Apart from a few insignificant individuals they initially caught, they actually didn't find anything. The True Gods Church over there also came up empty-handed.

Aldrich murmured to himself:

"It can be certain that within the Eight Great Families of Cyart, there definitely are members of the Words of Tranquility Order."

"Just what is going on that their whereabouts could be concealed to this extent, and even my 'Black Eyes' haven't been able to find any clues."

He continued pacing, deeply pondering everything.

"Those people from Words of Tranquility seem to have disappeared into thin air, and the runes that should exist in various cities, outlined with specially made alchemical chalk, also can't be found anew."

"All things have vanished without a trace or clue, as if Words of Tranquility never existed."

Aldrich sunk into deep thought and, after considering seriously, finally had a very bold yet utterly horrifying conjecture in the depths of his heart!

"Could it really be so?"

His gaze was extremely solemn, feeling in his heart that he must talk with Duke Black Iron.

"My lord."

A member of the Black Eyes entered the study, reporting the latest news to Aldrich with utmost respect, kneeling on one knee.

The secret organization Black Eyes has been the Romann family's intelligence organization for a century, initially founded by Duke Black Iron himself, and entrusted to Aldrich several decades ago.

"The black dragon has finally appeared. The traces of 'Black Ash' can now be fully confirmed. Lord Aldrich, do we need to notify the Fischer family?"

Aldrich nodded gently, saying calmly:

"Yes, go notify them. Also, remember the command I told you, for the time being, do not investigate the Fischer family."

His expression solemn, he continued, "I have reviewed the events of the past few decades and vaguely feel that in the East Coast secrets, there probably lurks a Monarch powerful expert with extremely formidable strength."

"He is likely secretly cultivating near Nasir Town, and has also reached some sort of agreement with the Fischer family, which is why the Fischer family could rise so rapidly in just a few decades."

Last, Aldrich spoke gravely, "Unless absolutely necessary, we definitely shouldn't disturb this hidden existence, or it will affect the relationship between the families."

"Understood, my lord."

——

As the largest province of Cyart Kingdom, Glenborough Province comprises a total of seven cities.

The "Flaming Blood Proud Dragon" Castleton family controls two of these cities, more than a dozen towns, and also possesses a very fertile piece of land in Glenborough, eighty percent of which is plains that produce abundant crops.

It is Glenborough's most crucial "grain storehouse," whose produce accounts for one-fourth of the nation's grain supply.

Rus City is one of the two cities under the control of the Castleton family.

It is not a city with very progressive reforms; the number of factories is modest, and the residents' lifestyles still closely resemble those of the past.

In one of the city's taverns, a drunken middle-aged man continued to drink while gambling away his money with a few of his "friends."

"Hahaha! Continue, let's go on!"

In the end, he lost all the money he had on him and bluntly stated he had no funds to pay his tab.

Then, the middle-aged drunkard was thrown out by the tavern owner.

The owner shouted angrily:

"Remember this, you bastard! If you want to come back, make sure to bring money to settle your debts!"

"Go to hell, hahahaha!"

The middle-aged drunkard staggered to his feet, turned around indifferently, and suddenly saw an old man in a black robe sneering at him.

It was an old man with yellow eyes, dressed in a black robe, whose pupils were snake-like and chilling to the bone.

"You are a thief, just now you stole many people's money, only they don't know it, right?"

The old man's voice was extremely cold and devoid of any emotion, like some mechanical being, causing the middle-aged drunkard to shiver and nearly sober up.

He stared at the old man, asking with a chill in his voice, "What do you want? I don't know you, if there's nothing else, get lost!"

The robed old man burst into laughter, his eyes fixed on the middle-aged drunkard with a cold and detached expression, "I want to make a bet with you."

A bet?

What is he trying to do?

The middle-aged drunkard shuddered, feeling as if he had fallen into a dark and icy abyss, instinctively filled with fear and resistance.

His voice sounded like that of a demon!

"If you win, I'll give you a pound of gold but if..."

"You lose."

"I will take away your most precious possession."