63: The target is the Fallen Angel!

The Mysterious Foundation has been frighteningly quiet recently.

The calmer the surface, the more turbulent the undercurrents may be, ready to devour someone at any moment.

Statham, who hadn't shown his face in a long time, was currently receiving a guest in the reception hall.

And the visitor was none other than Otto Bryan, a peak Arcane Envoy whose individual strength was unparalleled in the world.

"If you've come to gloat, then you can get out," Statham said expressionlessly, propping his chin with both hands.

His knuckles were empty; the Mind Controller was gone.

Yes, when he woke up, the controller had vanished.

Vivian, whom he had deliberately let out for some air, had also completely slipped out of his control and disappeared.

Why did he let her out for some air, you ask?

Because Statham discovered that doing so allowed Vivian to level up faster.

Otto sat opposite him, but at this moment, they looked like a pair of unfortunate brothers.

He smiled bitterly and shook his head: "Do you think you're the only one out of luck, old friend?

Laila is also gone; I believe with your intelligence capabilities, you should already know."

The two looked at each other for a few seconds, their expressions gradually becoming solemn.

After a long silence, Statham suddenly chuckled softly: "Otto, I thought of someone.

But, I don't think I've ever seen him."

Otto stroked his beard, his eyes flickering: "I also thought of someone."

The two spoke almost in unison: "Meng Yun!"

The premonition of the strong, the Emperor Engine, is never groundless.

What's more, these are the two strongest top-tier bigwigs in the entire world, on the surface!

Coincidence?

No one believed it.

Perhaps, this was a revelation from the Holy God.

"Let's cooperate."

The two forces, which were deliberately opposed and instigated conflict to fulfill the Holy God's promotion mission, decided to temporarily set aside their differences and cooperate fully.

First, eliminate the source of their unease—Meng Yun—and then discuss other matters!

...

"Can't wait any longer."

Meng Yun's senses were abnormally sharp; in the past two days, suspicious figures around him had been increasing, so much so that he couldn't help but wonder where this mysterious force came from.

Neither the Foundation nor the Arcane Association could possibly have such great control over ordinary people, could they?!

While Meng Yun was worried, he also developed a curiosity about the source of this power.

The power of the masses is endless, like a vast ocean.

The person who can leverage the power of the people, who knows who they are.

Looking at the round moon in the sky, Meng Yun activated Levitation and flew straight towards a sparsely populated area.

"I'll use Alchemy to break my sanity."

A person's sanity cannot break down for no reason; besides external means, the simplest way is to over-consume one's sanity.

Meng Yun landed in a desolate area; amidst the vast forest, he faced a centuries-old ancient tree and activated Alchemy.

He planned to use Alchemy madly on this tree, consuming his sanity while also tempering an Arcane scepter.

It is well known that a qualified Arcanist should ideally have a scepter that suits them.

This not only effectively enhances the efficiency of Arcane spellcasting, but more importantly, when someone gets close, they can also use the scepter to hit them on the head.

A melee mage.

"Alchemy."

An invisible fluctuation spread out; in an instant, the hundred-meter giant tree rose into the air, being compressed and sculpted by Meng Yun at a visible speed, rapidly shrinking.

"This time, I must make it look better, and preferably add an anti-counterfeiting mark..."

In case anyone tries to copy his appearance patent again, he'll just use the anti-counterfeiting mark to knock on their door.

Meng Yun made up his mind, frantically mobilizing the free elements between heaven and earth, constantly hammering and tempering with Alchemy.

His sanity rapidly declined under such overloaded Arcane operation.

Dizziness, blurred vision, tinnitus, inexplicable whispers and murmurs...

Various negative physical and mental effects began to manifest.

Under the effect of the Demonic Contract entry, Meng Yun firmly maintained a clear mind; although his sanity was constantly breaking down, his consciousness remained perfectly clear.

However, the price was that threads of stinging pain suddenly emerged throughout his flesh and limbs.

Mental trauma was borne by the physical body instead.

The Arcane scepter continued to evolve before him, gradually forming the shape of a demonic arm, entirely black with grotesque patterns.

The claw-shaped demonic hand formed the head of the scepter, perfectly suited for embedding the demon suppression stone in the future.

Two slender arm sections formed the main body of the scepter; its moderate thickness was suitable for holding, and it would surely perform well whether casting Arcane spells or hitting people.

With the main body complete, the next step was meticulous carving.

This kind of craftsmanship further tested Alchemy ability, and at the same time, significantly increased the consumption of sanity.

At a certain moment, when the carving was mostly done, a cluster of blue-black flames abruptly rose from around Meng Yun.

His remaining sanity instantly boiled and burned, luring Meng Yun to fall into the abyss.

At this moment, the Demonic Contract was officially established, and the burning of sanity became tangible; his entire body felt as if it were enduring endless torment by flames.

Burn my sinful body, absolve my divine soul.

This body falls, sanity remains.

Thud!!

The scepter, weighing a thousand catties, dropped to the ground, creating a deep indentation.

Meng Yun, with a twisted face, knelt on the ground, banging his head.

Pain, bone-deep pain.

Pain every single second!

It hurts so much, damn it!!

It hurt so much that his Alchemy suddenly stopped, and he could no longer use any Arcane means.

No one told him that the side effects of this Demonic Contract entry were so great!

"Hoo~

Hoo~"

In the forest, there were only Meng Yun's heavily suppressed gasps and low growls.

Lingering for a long time.

It felt like an instant, yet also like countless centuries had passed.

Walking from one end of the river of time to the other.

The morning light was faint.

Meng Yun finally crawled out of the deep pit.

The surrounding lush vegetation had completely disappeared, and even the ground had sunk several meters deep.

This was all the terrain Meng Yun had created by unconsciously writhing and digging with his body during his intense pain.

At this moment, Meng Yun was covered in wounds, and his original clothes were long since destroyed.

"Hoo..."

"Finally... recovered."

"I thought I was going to die."

Meng Yun lay on the ground in a spread-eagle shape, gasping for breath, his tone filled with the taste of surviving a catastrophe.

He suddenly chuckled softly:

"Haha, if I had died of pain and ended the simulation directly, that would have been fun..."

In fact, Meng Yun wasn't no longer in pain.

He had just adapted to it.

Human adaptability, especially his Fallen God Master physique with sanity a thousand or ten thousand times beyond ordinary people, has incredibly strong adaptability.

Casually clenching his fist and sensing his abilities, Meng Yun found that his current strength had directly leaped to the peak of a Fallen Arcanist Grandmaster, half a step into being a Fallen Arcane Envoy.

This level of strength was his strongest ever in three reincarnations.

But this time, it was still far from his end.

He looked at the dense red lines of demonic seeds in the sky, extended a finger, and lightly hooked them.

The red lines vibrated slightly likeQin strings.

"Who? Who's there!?"

The voice of the demonic seed echoed through the red lines in this world.

Due to Meng Yun's Hell Envoy entry, Meng Yun could block all detection unless directly seen with the naked eye.

The demonic seed naturally couldn't find him.

Listening to the exasperated voice of the demonic seed echoing in his ears, Meng Yun casually activated Alchemy, instantly gathering withered branches and fallen leaves from afar into a white robe.

Like an elegant priest.

A Fallen Arcanist impersonating a priest, the contrast was directly maximized.

Meng Yun opened his palm, and the hell scepter whistled towards him, firmly grasped in his hand.

"Strange Fire, Alchemy!"

Hellfire erupted from his palm, instantly enveloping the entire hell scepter.

The blue-black flames furiously licked the scepter, and in just an instant, they completed Meng Yun's unfinished carving.

A domineering and evil flame cloud pattern was engraved on the main body of the scepter, forming its unique anti-counterfeiting mark.

"It's time to practice my Life Alchemy."

Meng Yun knew that the final battle, and the day he would transform Vivian into a human, was no longer far off.