The evening alarm bell rang three times, and before the third time, Vanna had already arrived at the cathedral.

The old bishop Valentine was already waiting here. This venerable old man, wearing a black priest robe, was standing silently in front of the statue of the storm goddess Gemona with his eyes closed, praying. He heard the sound of someone entering the church, and without turning around he knew it was Vanna.

"Inquisitor Vanna," Valentine said solemnly, "Storm Cathedral has sent an order to summon listeners."

"Directly from Storm Cathedral?!" Vanna was surprised. She quickly walked to the statue and exposed herself to the light. "Didn't they discover some new anomaly or phenomenon?"

"If it was just a new anomaly or phenomenon that was discovered, the alarm bell would not have rang three times in a row," Valentine shook his head. "It was the gravekeeper in the Tomb Chamber who sent a message directly, saying that the body of the Nameless King had moved. Although it is not clear what message "He" wanted to convey, it seems that... the existing list is changing."

As he spoke, the old bishop turned his head and looked quietly into Vanna's eyes.

"This time we need to send a listener into the tomb to get information directly from the body of the nameless king. The Deep Sea Church is currently on duty in the tomb. The listener will be selected from the followers of the Storm Goddess. The specific candidate has not yet been decided. You and I are on the list of candidates."

Vanna calmed down and asked calmly, "When do we leave?"

"Now," Valentine nodded, motioning for Vanna to follow him. He walked behind the statue of the goddess, and a door with many sacred symbols painted on it had already opened, revealing a deep and long corridor behind it. "The spiritual energy channel is ready."

Vanna bowed to the statue of Gemona, then turned and followed the old bishop.

They passed through the door and walked through the long corridor. Under the flickering light, the two devout believers arrived at the deepest part of the ancient church - a special secret room was located at the end of the corridor.

This is a small room. Unlike the main body of the church which is made of cement and bricks, this small secret room is made entirely of stones. The gray irregular stones are stacked tightly together to form the walls and roof of the room. In the center of the room is a sunken fire pit, with crackling flames burning in the stone pit - but no fuel can be seen at the bottom of the flame, as if the fire was condensed out of thin air.

Apart from the fire in the center of the room, there was no furniture in the entire secret room. Only the faint sound of flowing water came from nowhere and kept coming from all directions. Every wall around seemed wet, and even the floor of the room seemed to have small streams of water flowing at any time - it gave people a feeling that this stone hut was not a room in the cathedral, but... a flooded cave on the bottom of the sea.

This was not the first time that Vanna came to this secret room. As a "judge" with the same status as the bishop in the city-state, she also had the right to use the "psychic channel" here. This seemingly inconspicuous room was the "port" for building the psychic channel.

There are similar facilities in the central church of every city-state, and every church has similar technology - the priests of the Goddess of Storms use such "flooded caves", and the priests of the God of Death build interconnected paths in the "Pale Tomb". These seemingly gloomy and depressing facilities actually have magical effects: they can strip the user's spirit and send it into a huge and interconnected psychic space, no matter how far apart these city-states are, no matter how turbulent the waves on the vast ocean.

This was a miracle accomplished with the blessing of the gods, allowing church branches far apart on the vast ocean to communicate in a timely manner. In ancient times, when ocean-going ships were not as reliable as they are today, this was even the only way for many city-states to maintain communication and confirm each other's survival.

The door of the secret room slowly closed. The dark and heavy metal door made a dull sound, and the complex and dense runes on the two doors immediately moved quickly, entangled and meshed with each other like living things, completely sealing the entire room.

Vanna and Valentine stood together beside the fire pit in the center of the secret room. They lowered their heads, stared at the jumping holy flames, and silently chanted the holy name of the storm goddess Gemona.

The illusory sound of flowing water continued to come from all around, and became louder and louder with the chanting of the holy name. Gradually, the sound of flowing water gathered into waves, and even became a roar, while a damp smell filled the entire room. In the increasingly heavy damp smell, Vanna saw the trickle on the ground suddenly turned into surging waves, and began to rise extremely rapidly.

She stared at the fire in the center of the room, which burned as brightly as ever in rising waves.

Vanna closed her eyes and calmly allowed the illusory sea water to completely submerge her.

The cold touch quickly dissipated, and when she opened her eyes again, she no longer saw a rock chamber that looked like a flooded cave, but an extremely wide chaotic space - it seemed to be a square, an almost endless square, simple and vast, with many magnificent pillars supporting it at the end of her sight. The tops of those pillars were all in a fragmented state, and their tops seemed to shatter and dissipate in the distant sky. A hazy stream of light enveloped the square, and there seemed to be something hidden in the depths of that light, but it was definitely not something that ordinary people could penetrate.

Fanna calmed herself down, and saw that there were many figures standing in the square - all of them were black shadows with only outlines. Although her faces could not be seen clearly, she could confirm from the familiar aura emanating from each figure that they were all devout saints of the Goddess of Storms - saints from various city-states, mobile churches, and even from the Cathedral of the Storm.

Only "saints" can become alternative "listeners" - because there are some "voices" that only powerful saints can listen to while remaining sober.

"It seems that we are the last group," a dark figure approached. Because she was very familiar with him, Vanna recognized him as Bishop Valentine before he spoke. The old man's tone seemed a little embarrassed, "I was also the last one to arrive at the last meeting..."

“Are the saints from other city-states living in secret rooms…” Vanna muttered, “Every time the call comes out, half of them can gather in less than ten minutes…”

"Ever since Saint Folsom wrote 'first' in the register of the assembly ground twenty years ago, they have been scrambling to arrive early," Valentine shook his head. "To be honest, I don't understand... The goddess won't pay any extra attention to this."

Vanna did not comment, and at this moment, a sudden roar suddenly came from the end of the crowd, interrupting her thoughts and the conversation between all the saints' phantoms.

Vanna and Valentine looked up at the same time, and saw that the ground in the center of the square was rising. The broken old stone bricks were rippling like water waves, and in the layers of ripples, there was a huge object rising rapidly, first a pale spire, followed by the tilted stone walls and quaint pillars.

Almost in an instant, the thing came completely into Vanna's sight - a huge building made of pale stones.

It was a gloomy "palace", an ancient building built in a long-lost history. It was composed of a pyramid as the main body, surrounded by several obelisks and towers. No other city-state in the world had such a style, and its gloomy and depressing atmosphere did not seem like a building for living people at all.

It is more like a huge mausoleum than a palace.

In fact, it was indeed a tomb - a tomb belonging to some ancient and powerful being.

Like everyone else, Vanna's eyes involuntarily fell on the base of the huge pyramid building. Under the gaze of countless eyes, the door of the mausoleum finally slowly opened.

The heavy, pale stone door retreated to the sides, and an extremely tall figure slowly walked out of the mausoleum.

That is the gravekeeper of the Tomb of the Nameless King.

In Vanna's opinion, it was hard to say whether "he" was still a living human being.

His body was wrapped in layers of shrouds, half of his body and the shrouds were in a nearly burnt black state, and the other half was entangled in heavy rune shackles. Some of those gloomy chains even extended directly from his flesh and blood, with their ends entangled with throbbing blood vessels and nerves. This ancient gravekeeper was like a horrible creature made up of flesh and blood, iron restraints, and the curse of death. He stepped out of the mausoleum of the nameless king and walked with heavy steps towards the dark shadows gathered in the square.

Although this was not the first time she had seen the "gravekeeper", Vanna still subconsciously took a breath and felt her muscles a little tense.

Then, she saw the "gravekeeper" walking straight towards her.

The candidate has been chosen.

The gravekeeper walked past everyone in the square without hesitation until he stopped in front of Vanna. Only one eye was exposed on his head, which was wrapped in a shroud and chains. This eye stared at Vanna calmly - although the latter was quite tall, the gravekeeper was still a whole head taller than her.

"You can enter the tomb." The gravekeeper spoke, his voice hoarse as if it came from a corpse, and then he raised his right hand that seemed to be burnt by fire, in which he held a feather pen and a roll of parchment.

"Write down what you hear," the gravekeeper instructed succinctly.