Chapter 104: The Peak of the Seventh Sense

I said, let there be light, and there was light in this world!

I said, if the earth is to hold an altar connecting the multidimensional worlds, then an altar shall exist...

The entire space trembled, and once more, a layout identical to the original altar space appeared. Only this time, the sky was no longer a dreary gray; it was a clear and radiant firmament.

And this altar was simple yet grand in its antiquity, no longer abstruse, but instead exuding an air of familiarity. Even when touched, it felt like fine jade under the hand.

Feng Zhe pondered for a moment, then poured all the blood of the remaining twelve Gold Saints onto the altar. As a wisp of Sacred Flame ignited, a pillar of fire shot straight into the heavens.

Feng Zhe retrieved the Divinity of Eris once more and cast it into the roaring blaze. In an instant, the burning faith-power surged directly into his body.

[Ding! Fist increased!]

[Ding! Projectile increased!]

[Ding! Kick increased!]

[Ding! Defense increased!]

[Ding! Mind increased!]

The Divinity elevated all five dimensions of Feng Zhe's being, and his Cosmos expanded with breathtaking speed.

The Cosmos, which had not advanced in a long while, surged upward once again, climbing all the way to the high rank of the Seventh Sense.

[Proceed with analysis of the Divinity of Eris, Goddess of Strife...]

Feng Zhe was taken aback for a moment, then said, "Yes!"

[Acquired Divine Mysteries: Discord, Strife, Disaster!]

Feng Zhe studied them but did not yet understand what they truly signified. A faint memory stirred within him, and then delight swept over him, his expression shifting unconsciously.

These three Divine Mysteries were, in truth, the very divine offices Eris, the Goddess of Strife, governed. Whenever discord and calamity befell the mortal world, she could draw power from them. The more disaster-ridden the age, the greater her divine might would become.

It was precisely because she held these three offices that Eris descended upon the earth every few hundred years, seeking to rule the mortal realm below.

This was virtually a power that amplified itself with every passing moment. After enough time had accumulated, she could even contend with Athena for dominion over the terrestrial world.

And Feng Zhe, who had obtained these three divine offices, could now be called a god of this world.

Of course, for now, he could only refer to this power as Mysteries—not even reaching the level of a Domain, let alone truly possessing divine might.

To obtain true divine power would likely be an exceedingly long road.

His heart began to brim with anticipation for the other Divinities. Feng Zhe cast the Divinity of Ares, the God of War, into the altar as well.

The Sacred Flame blazed fiercely once more, and his Cosmos gradually transformed. Behind him, the constellation of the Altar grew ever more radiant.

It was not until he reached the very peak of the Seventh Sense that this sensation finally came to a halt.

A lingering feeling of insatiability hung about his heart, refusing to dissipate for a long while.

"The Eighth Sense... it requires enlightenment!"

Feng Zhe realized at that moment that until he comprehended the Eighth Sense, his Cosmos would likely be unable to advance any further.

[Proceed with analysis of the Divinity of Ares, God of War...]

"Yes!"

[Ding! Acquired Divine Mysteries: Brutality, Bloodlust, Greed!]

Once again, he had gained Divine Mysteries. These three powers swirled at once through Feng Zhe's mind.

Countless scenes of slaughter erupted within his consciousness, and in that instant, Feng Zhe nearly exploded.

The violent discomfort drove him to his knees, and a kind of backlash flickered in his eyes.

His eyes instantly turned bloodshot. A maddening craving to kill flooded every fiber of his being.

Murderous intent burst forth from Feng Zhe's body, and some will seemed to awaken deep within him.

At that critical moment, the Sacred Flame within Feng Zhe's body blazed to life once again.

That flame, like a beacon in the darkness, dispelled the gloom and pointed the way forward.

A malevolent seed, beneath that Sacred Flame, was burned to ashes.

Feng Zhe regained his senses once more, cold sweat streaming down his face.

Had the Sacred Flame not intervened on its own just now, he would likely have been consumed by that bloodlust, reduced to a tool devoured by desire.

It was utterly terrifying.

And this was merely a sliver of Ares's Divinity. He dared not imagine how mighty a god the true Ares must be.

[Ding! Attached to this Divinity are also two mortal Mysteries. Would you like to view them?]

Delighted, Feng Zhe immediately opened this remnant of memory.

The first memory naturally belonged to his former master, the wicked Saga.

Feng Zhe was already familiar with the general course of events; he focused instead on Saga's understanding of the Gemini Cloth's Mysteries.

[Ding! Comprehended Mysteries: Another Dimension, Phantom Demon Imperial Fist, Galaxy Explosion!]

Feng Zhe chuckled to himself, thrilled to have scored the Gemini Mysteries for free.

Delving deeper into the memory, a figure appeared before him.

"This man... is the first Altar Saint!"

A man of most vile appearance had, amid the ruins of the Mu Continent, found an altar the size of a palm. To conceal this divine artifact, he created the Altar Cloth.

Whether by fortune or misfortune, this first Altar Saint managed to insinuate himself into the company of the original Athena and earned her trust, thereby being granted the Sacred Flame.

With the Sacred Flame in his possession, the Altar Saint dreamed of a destined, heaven-defying life. But then he encountered Ares, the God of War. Though he succeeded in defeating Ares with the aid of Athena's Saints, his own mortal body was destroyed in the process.

Left with no other recourse, he stole a sliver of Ares's Divinity, hoping to become a god by means of the soul. Yet countless years passed, and he never succeeded—until he met Feng Zhe.

[Comprehended Altar Saint Mysteries: Divine Seal, Divine Deprivation, Divine Sacrifice, Divine Sacred Flame.]

As for the "blasphemer" in the memory, it referred to his theft of Ares's Divinity, an act that enraged the gods. Had Athena not protected him, this Cloth would long ago have been destroyed.

In Feng Zhe's hands now remained only the Divinity of Poseidon, King of the Seas. But he did not use it—first, because he had already reached the peak of the Seventh Sense, and a considerable distance likely remained before the Eighth; and second, because Poseidon was too mysterious, and Feng Zhe was still too weak to contend with him.

...

Feng Zhe emerged from the altar space in high spirits. Sensing how difficult comprehending the Eighth Sense would be, he set off for the Jamir Plateau.

At that moment, the elder Baili of Jamir was watching the Unicorn Saint Yahito shout and carry on, showing not the slightest respect for his elder.

Yahito, bearing the dead Tenma on his back, insisted on demanding that Baili bring him back to life.

Baili examined Tenma and found that only his soul had been taken; his body was not yet completely dead.

At that moment, the Crane Saint Yuzuriha started brawling with the clamorous Yahito, the two of them sparring at once, which greatly vexed Baili.

Just then, a figure appeared atop the Jamir tower and knocked the two of them down with two punches, saying, "Show respect before the master!"

Baili recognized the newcomer and was overjoyed. "Oh, it's Alex!"

Feng Zhe's appearance made Yahito's face darken instantly. Back in the Sanctuary, he had thoroughly offended this candidate elder.

"We must find Tenma's soul as quickly as possible. Yahito, come with me to Yomotsu Hirasaka!"

"Ah!"

Being singled out so suddenly left Yahito unprepared. Yuzuriha, meanwhile, stepped up beside Feng Zhe and said, "Senior, take me along!"

Feng Zhe nodded. This Yuzuriha was likewise Baili's disciple—technically, his junior sister.

It was a pity that Yuzuriha wasn't quite the kawaii type... otherwise...