Chapter 69: The Spiritual Materials a Warrior Needs
"You all leave first."
The moment he saw that figure clearly, Divoman immediately gave orders to his subordinates beside him.
"Huh? What's going on, boss?"
One of the brawny men in a vest asked in confusion, but was tugged by a skinny man beside him.
"Come on, let's go out first."
At this moment, the quick-witted one had already guessed something.
Ever since they met that suddenly appearing lady a week ago, he had been thinking for a long time but still couldn’t figure out how she had entered the room.
Was he too focused? Didn’t hear the door open?
Impossible. Even their boss had looked startled at that time.
And even if both he and the boss had coincidentally missed the sound of the door due to their concentration, the brothers guarding the door should have noticed and stopped her. After all, that lady was an outsider to them.
But that wasn’t the case. In private, he had asked those people, and they all said they had never seen her.
At this point, he already had a preliminary guess—
Perhaps that lady was one of those people with extraordinary powers whom he had coincidentally encountered in some past events.
Moreover, judging from their boss's attitude towards her, it was hard not to suspect that she might be his boss's superior.
And just now, Sylvia didn’t conceal the cold wind stirred up when she entered and exited the River of the Dead, which further confirmed his guess.
Following his lead, the other nine people in the room left one after another, leaving only Divoman inside.
"Hmm? Quite perceptive."
Walking out from the concealment of Sloth, Sylvia glanced at the now closed door with some surprise, feeling quite satisfied with the skinny man who had once done "translation" work.
At this moment, she was considering whether to give Divoman a chance to step into the extraordinary world when he needed to expand his territory.
Of course, not now, and besides, there were more important matters at present.
Pulling her thoughts back, she looked at Divoman with a half-smile:
"Have you guessed the reason I came this time?"
As she spoke, she placed the box she was carrying onto the table.
Seeing this, a hint of surprise surfaced on Divoman's fierce face, along with a heartfelt gratitude from deep within.
After a few seconds, he spoke in a low voice:
"Your Grace, you... have come to grant me the opportunity to step into the extraordinary?"
Seeing this, Sylvia smiled:
"Yes, this is my New Year gift to you."
"After a week of weaving and verification, the path has stabilized."
"Hmm... are you ready now?"
As she finished speaking, she looked toward him with those deep purple eyes.
"Ready!"
Divoman instantly stood upright, and an indescribable excitement revealed itself in his subtle movements.
But it wasn't just excitement; through his expression, Sylvia vaguely caught sight of a trace of fear.
Understandable—after all, he knew he was a guinea pig.
Clicking her tongue softly in her mind, she casually opened the black suitcase and began taking out the items one by one—
First was a fist-sized heart-shaped object, scarlet like blood, pulsating steadily but emitting no sound.
"The heart of the Red Bull. Of course, that only describes its vigorous throbbing; it’s not entirely from a bull-shaped border demon."
Next was a similarly blood-red crystal. Under sunlight streaming through the window, a liquid seemed to be flowing inside its center.
"Crystallized blood marrow. It’s a mineral-type spiritual material. If you don’t mine it directly in the Manifest Realm, you have to wait for certain types of border demons to bring it into reality."
"Hmm... it's said to be a substance formed from the fall of those ancient powerful creatures into the Manifest Realm. That said, it's fairly common and not considered rare."
Finally, she pulled out a long, thin arm bone, glossy white like porcelain.
"Bone of the Trickster."
This time, she didn't explain much more. Instead, she arranged the three items neatly and looked at him with a faint smile:
"Now, I’m going to tell you some common knowledge of the extraordinary world—knowledge that you’ll use this time."
At this moment, whether or not Divoman could understand, he adopted a posture of attentive listening.
"There are actually different combinations and arrangements of spiritual materials for advancement, as long as they represent the same extraordinary essence."
"For example, this Red Bull’s heart can be replaced with the Savage’s Heart, because their essence both embodies ‘bursting power.’"
"Similarly, the other materials can also be substituted, as long as they hold the essences of ‘life’ and ‘control.’"
"Remember, your extraordinary power doesn’t come from these materials. Their function is only to help you converge the corresponding spirituality and rules."
"This..."
Divoman nodded, half-understanding, half-confused.
Sylvia then withdrew her gaze and continued pulling out item after item from the suitcase. This time, however, she didn’t explain them individually, choosing instead to describe them all at once—
That was because these were just ordinary materials already existing in reality, with no inherent spirituality.
"Sapphire powder, ruby powder, blue elven flower sap, and red fire velvet flower sap."
After taking everything out, she turned her gaze back to Divoman, whose fists were unconsciously clenched and sweat had begun to bead at his temples.
Seeing this, she couldn’t help but grumble inwardly:
Hmm... even I wasn’t this nervous when I performed my first advancement ritual. What are you so nervous about?
Of course, she didn’t say this out loud. Besides, it wasn’t just her present; there was also a veteran extraordinary guarding the process, so there was absolutely nothing to worry about.
Thinking of this, she took out a sheet of white paper from a compartment in the suitcase. On it was a pattern combining symbolic sigils representing strength and spirituality.
"Do you mind your floor getting dirty?"
As she handed the sheet of paper to him, she casually asked.
"Don’t mind."
Divoman solemnly took the paper while shaking his head.
Seeing this, Sylvia pointed at the floor, then at the jars and bottles containing the auxiliary materials, and spoke:
"Mix these four materials together and use the mixture to replicate the pattern on this paper onto the floor. Remember, not a single stroke can be wrong — this is the foundation of the ritual."
"Hmm... it doesn’t need to be too large, but not too small either — as long as you can stand fully within it."
"And during the drawing process, you must remain extremely focused. No distractions."
This was the foundation of the ritual’s success — using the correct materials to draw the symbolic sigil representing this particular path, and after the drawing was complete, placing the primary spiritual materials at their designated positions according to instructions.
Maintaining focus during the drawing process was crucial for ordinary people to mobilize their own spirituality, helping them to resonate with the base they were creating.
Ordinary people who had not yet become extraordinary had extremely thin and inactive spirituality. Making it surge out from the tip of a brush was nearly impossible. At best, a small amount could spill out when using special materials — that was already the fullest extent of its development.
Fortunately, the first metamorphosis ritual didn’t require a high standard for the base. Thus, using this method to establish a resonance between one’s spirit, spirituality, and the drawn base was already sufficient.