A young girl in a black dress walked into the Holy Lord's Palace in the Fantasy Cinder Realm. She had a petite figure, skin as pale as a death, and a tattered black hat with a pointed top on her head.

The girl in the black dress seemed to be invisible as she walked into the Saint Lord's Palace with grandeur. The white-robed men who were on guard around her did not notice her at all.

She looked around with her big, empty eyes, and a hint of doubt appeared on her expressionless face.

"The breath of death, Phantom Ash...dead?"

Although his expression was doubtful, his words were very certain.

"How could he die? Never mind, just call him out and ask him and we'll know." The girl in the black dress murmured expressionlessly. Then she squatted down, stretched out a pair of white and tender little hands, and started... playing with mud.

What is this operation?

Su Mu in the dream was a little confused. Is this the demigod of the Temple of God Slayer?

Under his gaze, the girl in the black dress dug out the moist mud from the edge of the pond and began to knead it. After a while, a small clay figure that looked nothing like Huan Jin was formed.

The girl in the black dress stared at her masterpiece for a moment, then she blinked, picked up a dry branch from the ground, and wrote Huanjin's name on the little clay figure.

"It's done."

Bang!

The girl in the black skirt threw the clay figurine with Huanjin's name engraved on it to the ground.

A magical scene appeared. Endless dim light emerged from the clay man that fell to the ground. Under the illumination of the dim light, the clay man grew rapidly and eventually turned into the dead Lord of Phantom Ashes!

A spotless white robe, long white hair like a waterfall, but the body is covered with cracks that look like dry soil.

Huan Jin stood up stiffly from the ground and stared at the girl in the black dress with empty eyes.

"How did you die?" asked the girl in the black dress.

Huan Jin spoke stiffly and slowly: "I was... ambushed... by the masked man."

"Why did he plot against you?"

"For...for my god Jigsaw."

In the dream, Su Mu watched the two people asking and answering each other with great interest. The girl's ability interested him a lot. Although Huan Jin's body and soul were destroyed, the girl could still obtain information in this way.

Such mysterious means are in line with the style of the God-Slaying Temple.

It is impossible for an organization formed by a group of demigods to not have some special features.

An hour later, the girl in the black dress finally figured out the whole thing. The reason why it took so long was not because things were complicated, but because Huan Jin had a hard time speaking and he got stuck halfway through his sentences.

"In other words, a man wearing a silver mask deliberately provoked a conflict between you and the other two saints, and then took advantage of your battle to attack you and steal your puzzle piece of God?" The girl in the black dress summarized Huan Jin's one-hour speech in one sentence.

Huan Jin nodded stiffly: ".......Yes."

"The masked man has the same divine puzzle as you? You don't have to say anything, just nod."

Huan Jin nodded silently.

"Okay, you can go now."

Snap...

The phantom ashes turned into a pool of mud and fell to the ground.

The girl in the black dress turned and walked away, and soon stopped in front of a man in a white robe.

“Go tell your new master that the God-Slaying Temple will not cause him any trouble. We just need someone who is proficient in illusion to do something. As for who this person is, we don’t care.

After the matter is completed, the God-Slaying Temple can meet one of his requests, whether it is to be promoted to a demigod, or to join the God-Slaying Temple, or anything else, as long as it is within the capabilities of the God-Slaying Temple. "

The girl in the black dress paused, bent down and scooped up a handful of soil from the ground, molded a clay figure that looked nothing like herself, wrote her name on it, and handed it to the man in white robe.

"This is my clay figurine. Use it to contact me when you have figured it out."

A large hand passed over the head of the girl in the black dress, picked up the clay figurine, and looked at it carefully with crystal blue eyes, a hint of doubt rising from them.

"Are you sure this is you?"

The girl in the black dress turned around and looked at the gentle and handsome man in front of her expressionlessly, then nodded seriously: "Sure."

"This is not you." Su Mu looked at the clay figure again. Apart from being able to barely make out the word "Huangquan" written on it, the rest of the facial features could not be seen clearly.

"Are you the one who killed Phantom Ember?"

"good."

"Come with me, the God-Slaying Temple needs your help." The girl in black dress named Huang Quan took the clay figure from Su Mu's hand. For some reason, she threw the clay figure to the ground and smashed it to pieces.

"Not yet. I'm integrating Phantom Ash's divine puzzle and can't get away for the time being."

"How long will it take you?"

"One month."

"It's too early to fall." Huang Quan sighed expressionlessly.

Su Mu's eyes flashed with doubt: "What?"

Huang Quan slowly bent down, gathered the broken soil into his palms bit by bit, and began to knead it with his two little hands again.

After a moment, a more abstract and deformed clay figure took shape, and she wrote two words on it: "Huangquan".

"Use it to contact me when you're better."

Su Mu: “….”

Are the people in the Temple of God Slayer so abstract?

After Su Mu took the clay figure, Huang Quan left without looking back.

Watching Huang Quan's slender figure gradually disappearing into the distance, Su Mu couldn't help laughing. Although it was abstract, he still preferred this kind of development.

Compared to the mindless revenge of the God-Slayer Temple for Huanjin, an informal member, this was more interesting to him.

He had previously made some guesses that since all members of the God-killing Temple were demigods, why did they invite the Holy Lord Huan Jin? The difference between Huan Jin and other Holy Lords was their illusions.

It is highly likely that the God-Slaying Temple encountered some difficulties and needed a powerful illusionist, so they came to us.

Now it seems that the God-Slaying Temple really does not interfere in worldly affairs, and even has a rather indifferent attitude towards worldly affairs. The death of Phantom Jin is of no importance to them, as long as there is a strong illusionist, it doesn't matter whether he is Phantom Jin or not.

Afterwards, Su Mu returned to the dream and continued to integrate the origin of Xuantian.

With the help of time acceleration, he successfully integrated the Xuantian Origin in just half a month.

Feeling the seemingly endless spiritual power in his body, he whispered to himself: "Apart from the physical body, I should be considered a demigod, right?"

He had never fought against a complete demigod, so he could only make a rough estimate, and thought it should be similar.

At least if he were to face a Saint Lord-level character now, he would be able to crush him with illusion.

"There is still plenty of time, enough to merge with the Fallen Maitreya."

Su Mu did not think it was an easy task to make the demigods of the Temple of God Slayer helpless. Since he had decided to go, he naturally had to be adequately prepared.

The puzzle of the Fallen Maitreya provided by the deceased Yuan Huang cannot be wasted either.