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It also spoke of divine oracles issued by the Creator. However, Oran refrained from writing the Creatorʼs name directly, much like Xiuborn had done before, opting instead to use the title ”the true Creator.”

”The true Creator has issued divine oracles, opening the door to higher realms for the gods.”

”The Mortal Divine System is about to be established. The gods need new followers, myths belonging to them.”

”Tut, perhaps you could try harder. Maybe you could become a deity in the future?”

Within the letter, Oran shared his thoughts with Old Tut, urging him to strive for more.

He reminded Tut of his remarkable talent, a gift that had once earned him a place as a student under the Tower Spirit Schoolʼs leader, alongside Oran himself.

Oranʼs words carried a sense of hope and encouragement, as he wished for Tut to find purpose and not simply fade away with time.

Tutʼs reply was filled with heartfelt nostalgia, reflecting on the past and addressing Oranʼs words with sincerity and warmth.

”I have found what I want to do. I think it is more important than power, even more meaningful than becoming a deity.”

”I took several students. They all have ideas and talent.”

”I will pass my thoughts, my alchemy, my will to them.”

The final sentence carried a sense of quiet resolve.

”Oran,” Tut had written with heartfelt sincerity, ”life is not measured by its length, but by its meaning.”

At this moment, Xin Jisiʼs focus was entirely consumed by Oranʼs letter.

He paid no attention to anything else, his thoughts fixated on the Creator, the gods, the Mortal Divine System, and the emergence of new deities.

The letter did not contain the secrets of the Tower Spirit School. Instead, it held something even more astonishing, which was revelations about deities and the Creator.

Xin Jisi felt his mouth and tongue go dry. No matter how much he swallowed, he could not stop his throat from becoming parched.

His gaze was fixed, staring at this crumpled, wrinkled letter.

”God?”

”Become a god?”

”Become a god!”

The words repeated, first in disbelief, then with trembling certainty.

The letter, sent by the puppet Oran, concerned divine messengers, the Scarlet Goddess, and another deity. It looked authentic and reasonable.

Xin Jisi could feel it. This was real. It had to be real.

It was a short letter, but Xin Jisi read it back and forth dozens of times.

He did not put it down completely until he could recite every word on it.

By this time, Xin Jisiʼs spirit had already drifted away in a trance.

He suddenly understood why the God of Alchemy and Desire would suddenly grant divine grace techniques, why new apostles were chosen.

”This is not about granting divine grace techniques or selecting apostles.”

”It is about guiding the path to myth.”

”Those who are chosen will ascend as new gods.”

Before, his desire to become an apostle was driven by a longing for immortality, still holding onto fragments of his faith.

Even if he was not chosen, his heart carried only a sense of unwillingness.

Now, the words written on the letter completely broke Grand Elder Xin Jisi.

Something deep within his heart shattered into pieces, leaving behind an emptiness that could not be filled.

From the darkest depths of his soul, something began to stir, rising and echoing until it reached his heart.

In the carriage, the Grand Elder sat quietly in meditation, his gaze deep and seemingly calm.

But his hands gripped the letter tightly, his fingernails digging into flesh without awareness.

Miracle Temple.

Grand Elder Xin Jisi, still in a daze, returned to the templeʼs great hall.

Xin Jisi lifted his gaze to the statue of the God of Alchemy and Desire, its presence looming over the hall.

Slowly, he approached, his fingers brushing against the cold stone platform beneath the statue.

The words from the letter echoed in his mind, stirring thoughts he could not silence.

Soon, new statues might stand alongside this one, honoring those chosen by the God of Alchemy and Desire. They would ascend as part of the Mortal Divine System, gaining eternal life and joining the ranks of the divine.

”Who will it be?” Xin Jisi murmured, his voice barely audible.

”Will it be the elders of the City of Miracles or Black Fire City?” he wondered aloud, recalling the ones who had already been chosen and granted divine grace techniques.

As his thoughts spiraled, a single question surfaced, one that sent a shiver down his spine.

”Could it be...” he hesitated, his breath catching.

”Me?”