Chapter 70 Ritual
"Alright. I understand."
Divoman nodded, then looked at the materials placed on the table with barely concealed excitement.
Seeing this, Sylvia nodded and continued,
"I have already marked the positions where the spiritual materials should be placed. Make sure not to put them in the wrong spots."
"Once you've done all of this, you can begin attempting your advancement."
"The First Metamorphosis is very simple. Only a few paths require a complex procedure. For most paths, aside from personally drawing the ritual foundation, there are almost no other requirements. The Warrior path you have chosen belongs to the majority."
"Therefore, all you need to do is stand there and, through imagining various combat scenes, bring your spirituality to a boiling state."
"Remember, it must be close combat scenes. Don’t go imagining other things."
"Understood, Your Grace."
Divoman nodded, then asked somewhat hesitantly,
"Then if I had chosen the Radiant Knight, would the scenes I imagine still be these?"
"Ka! Of course not!"
Lakdevo interjected from the side,
"Each path has different ways of keeping the mind excited and the spirituality boiling."
"For the Radiant Knight, you need to recall what you cherish the most, not mindlessly fight like the Warrior."
"Ahem."
Divoman coughed awkwardly. Then he heard Sylvia continue,
"After you complete the ritual, you need to recite a title—"
"You don’t need to ask when it will be finished. You will have a special feeling at that time. Without anyone telling you, you’ll know that the ritual is complete."
"A title?"
Divoman was a bit surprised, while the corners of Sylvia’s mouth lifted slightly,
"Great Lord of Seven Sins, you are the abyss bearing the Original Sin. I pray for your gaze, and I pray for your grace."
"Very simple and easy to remember, isn’t it?"
At this moment, Divoman’s expression stiffened as he subconsciously nodded after hearing the title. The corners of his mouth twitched, but he said nothing, though his face turned rather unsightly.
After a few seconds, he spoke,
"Your Grace, I am ready."
"Very good."
Seeing this, Sylvia walked over to the sofa not far away and sat down, watching Divoman take out a brush about two centimeters long from the suitcase, shaped like a small brush, and begin mixing the contents of the four bottles into one.
Fortunately, the bottle was large enough.
With clumsy hands, he gradually mixed the two liquids and two powders evenly, then temporarily placed the mixture on the table. Afterward, he awkwardly rolled up the carpet, revealing the dark brown wooden floor.
At this point, he picked up the white paper again, memorizing the pattern on it thoroughly.
After finishing all the preparatory work, he bent down and began to carefully draw the pattern with a focused expression.
Sitting to the side, Sylvia watched everything and nodded to herself.
She could feel that, with each stroke that fell, Divoman's spirituality was trembling slightly.
He was highly focused, extremely serious.
When Divoman completed the final stroke, the circular pattern was fully drawn, and he was standing right at its center.
Seeing this, he looked at Sylvia with a questioning gaze. After receiving her approving nod, he picked up the three spiritual materials from the nearby table and placed them at the intersecting nodes on the top, lower left, and lower right of the lines.
The moment the last spiritual material was placed in the correct position, the entire ritual foundation seemed to tremble slightly. The dried purple color, formed by the mixture of red and blue, seemed to regain its moisture and took on a flowing appearance.
Seeing this, Divoman quickly straightened up, then closed his eyes and began recalling in his mind the scenes of his past gang fights with the other gangs of the Brick District.
As the scenes flashed through his memory one by one, red and blue light began to diffuse from the ritual foundation on the ground, and the three spiritual materials gradually became enveloped by the radiating light.
It was about to begin.
Sylvia narrowed her eyes slightly, watching the scene unfold before her.
In the next second, dazzling light burst forth, instantly dissolving the three spiritual materials while surging upwards, engulfing Divoman’s tall figure.
At that moment, the grey-haired puppet sitting casually straightened her back, and the fat crow perched on the back of the chair turned its gaze over as well.
At the same time, her gaze pierced through the intertwining red and blue light, falling upon Divoman’s body, which resembled an empty shell!
The spiritual materials melted into pure spirituality and extraordinary power, swiftly wrapping around the soul as it ascended rapidly, momentarily reaching the Spiritual Realm.
One, two, three...
As she silently counted in her mind, her gaze seemed to pierce through the boundary between worlds, looking into the Spiritual Realm beyond the Manifest Realm.
The soul synchronized with the Spiritual Star, extraordinary power served as the catalyst, and the ritual foundation generated convergence force.
Extraordinary convergence, star expansion.
Metamorphosis succeeded!
At the moment her gaze withdrew, the transformed soul, now abundant with spirituality, descended from the higher realm and returned to the body.
The ritual foundation facilitated the fusion of the extraordinary with the body, and the ritual was completely successful.
At this moment, standing in the gradually fading light, Divoman suddenly opened his eyes and clearly recited in Koinsprache:
"Great Lord of Seven Sins, you are the abyss bearing the Original Sin. I pray for your gaze, and I pray for your grace!"
This time, his spirituality accompanied each syllable as it was spoken, giving his words a touch of mystical significance.
This was the spiritual language, a special vocal technique used for prayers and rituals, a skill naturally mastered by every extraordinary being, as instinctive as breathing.
At the moment she spoke, Sylvia, who had already stood up, had her eyes darken. Simultaneously, countless streams of spirituality burst forth from her fingertips. As soon as these spiritualities appeared, they were instantly wrapped and compressed by a layer of pitch-black light, transforming into a crystal the size of a fist.
Yes, this was a technique she had devised in her spare time—
Manually crafting spiritual materials.
As long as she willed it, she could fabricate all sorts of spiritual materials that others had never seen before, based on the various Authorities she possessed.
By the time she finished all this, Divoman’s prayer had yet to conclude.
Seizing the moment while the red and blue light had not yet fully dissipated, she directly threw the spiritual material in her hand. The instant it touched the ritual foundation, it erupted into pure blackness, swallowing all surrounding light entirely.
At this moment, as she sensed Divoman’s soul once again ascending rapidly, she swiftly severed her own consciousness, rising together into the Spiritual Realm.
Amidst the ethereal sounds of prayer, Sylvia’s consciousness, after being covered in a layer of deep purple light, swiftly detached from the massive star and shot toward the source of the prayer.
Within less than two seconds, a larger star, not yet fully stabilized, appeared in her vision.
Arrived!
Now it was time for some manual work!