Dao Field

White Moon City.

Within a vast and empty underground cavern.

Colorful fluorescent light shone down from the stone walls above the cavern.

It fell upon the moss-covered ruins, refracting into streams of strange and brilliant colors.

The stone walls were embedded with countless unknown gems.

These were the most common light sources in the entire underground world, besides the "Fluorescent Fungus."

Temple District.

A Gray Dwarf, dressed in opulent clothing, was waving a jeweled staff and letting out roars.

His voice wasn't actually very loud, even a bit weak.

But with the help of an "Evil Curse," it successfully reached the ears of every Gray Dwarf in White Moon City.

In an instant.

Hundreds of thousands of Gray Dwarves sprang into action.

They surged towards the cave areas like a tide, and swept through every corner near White Moon City like a swarm of locusts.

But time ticked by, second by second.

The Gray Dwarf, who was the "Great Prophet," still hadn't received any news of "the intruder being captured."

He paced anxiously between two stone pillars, his expression shifting between worry and anger.

Just then.

A scrawny Fungus Slave brought a basin of water, as he had instructed earlier.

What awaited the Fungus Slave was a staff strike to the face! He was knocked to the ground, basin and all, letting out a pained groan.

"Wretch! Wretch!"

As if hitting with the staff wasn't enough to vent his frustration, the Great Prophet resorted to using his feet.

He forcefully kicked the Fungus Slave's forehead. The latter instinctively struggled for a moment before falling silent.

Pale green blood slowly spread across the ground, forming a pool.

"Wretch! Humph!"

The Great Prophet couldn't help but kick it again.

"Drag it away!"

"And bring another basin of water!"

Two other Fungus Slaves nervously stepped forward and dragged away the corpse of their fallen comrade.

Silence descended upon the surroundings.

After a while.

A Gray Dwarf dressed as an apprentice, steeling himself, brought over a basin of water.

The Great Prophet glared at him, scaring the apprentice so badly that his legs trembled uncontrollably.

Fortunately, he managed to stand firm and didn't spill the water basin.

"Put it down."

The Great Prophet's voice softened slightly.

The apprentice, who knew him well, couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief and quickly placed the basin on the stone table.

"Teacher."

"Where do you think the intruder has hidden?"

His tone was filled with deep confusion and bewilderment.

He was very clear about the situation in the "Thousand Faces Demon Cave."

Let alone an outsider, even a local Gray Dwarf from White Moon City could easily get lost inside.

But the seemingly interconnected caves actually had a secret to blocking them.

As long as the Gray Dwarves held the key nodes, the intruder would have no escape, even with wings.

Yet, so much time had passed.

The Gray Dwarves of White Moon City had already secured all the important passages of the demon cave and conducted a thorough search.

But they hadn't even seen a shadow of the intruder! This had never happened in the history of White Moon City's defense against intruders.

"I don't know."

The Great Prophet shook his head. "But what's certain is that the intruder possesses stealth or a similar ability."

"Otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to evade the first wave of the search."

He touched his beard with some emotion as he said this:

"So cunning. He fought me with wits and courage for over half a year, yet never revealed his stealth ability."

"If I hadn't used the Evil Curse to force him into the dungeon, he probably could have kept hiding."

The apprentice scratched his head, his expression somewhat blank.

"No matter what, I must find his location!"

The Great Prophet's expression darkened. He took out a small knife and cut open his palm.

He squeezed for a long time before a drop of dark purple blood oozed from the cut.

"I'm almost out of blood."

The Great Prophet's voice was somewhat bleak.

The apprentice immediately lowered his head, not daring to look further.

The blood dripped into the basin of water.

The Great Prophet began chanting a lengthy incantation.

As the chanting grew in intensity, the surface of the water began to show the intruder's location—

This was one of the drawbacks of the Bloodline Curse.

After the curse was completed, the caster could not sense the location of the cursed individual.

However, the cursed individual could sense the caster's location.

Therefore, for the Great Prophet to pinpoint the intruder's location, he had to use an additional spell.

The image in the basin of water gradually became clearer.

The apprentice leaned forward to get a better look. In the fleeting image, he saw:

The gleam of jewels, towering stone pillars, and... Fungus Slaves?

"Teacher?! He's right..."

In his haste, The Gray Dwarf apprentice suddenly looked up, only to see a massive head flying towards him!

Poof! He cried out in surprise and forcefully batted away the withered head.

The Great Prophet's head landed with a dull thud.

The Fungus Slaves scattered in fright.

The apprentice stared blankly at the headless torso. Behind it, a blurry figure twisted into existence.

"Gray Dwarf Great Prophet? That's it?"

"Much easier to kill than that Drow girl."

The person exclaimed.

He glanced casually at the Gray Dwarf apprentice.

The apprentice immediately knelt on the ground, raising his hands high:

"I have nothing to do with him, I was forced..."

Before he could finish speaking, he heard the intruder's hurried footsteps as he departed.

"He didn't even care about me!"

"He didn't even care about me!"

The joy of surviving the ordeal surged through him.

Seeing that the person was unhurriedly about to leave the stone pillars of the temple, The Gray Dwarf apprentice suddenly scrambled to his feet and shouted loudly:

"Guard..."

Before the word "man" could fall, With a soft "swish,"

An arrow shot from the darkness pierced his throat.

The apprentice's eyes widened as he fell to the ground, his face filled with unwillingness.

In the darkness.

Roger retracted the Purple Bindweed, his body twisting rapidly, and he vanished from his spot.

[You have killed Gray Dwarf Great Prophet (Elite) (Weakened State)]

[The Bloodline Curse on your body has completely disappeared...]

"You gained 30 XP."

"You gained 40 Xia Yin Value."

"Acquiring Extermination Order reward..."

"Failed to acquire reward. You cannot obtain the Feat from the Gray Dwarf Great Prophet."

"Huh?"

"Extermination Orders can fail too..."

Under the cover of the Shadow Cloak, Roger swiftly passed through a sentry post, successfully leaving the Temple District.

Only now did he have the chance to check his status screen.

He didn't get a new Feat.

This left Roger with quite a bit of resentment towards the Gray Dwarf Great Prophet.

Among the series of regular rewards, only the 40 Xia Yin Value was decent.

But this also showed that the Great Prophet was even more sinister than the notoriously evil Corpse Demon.

Actually, killing the Gray Dwarf Great Prophet didn't take much effort from Roger.

After dealing with the Drow girl, Roger led the Gray Dwarves into the demon cave.

Thanks to the Gray Dwarf Chieftain, He had already memorized the dungeon map perfectly.

Even though he hadn't personally walked through it, it felt like he had walked it ten thousand times.

Upon entering the demon cave, Roger quickly used the Shadow Cloak to shake off the main Gray Dwarf force and turned back for a surprise attack! His plan was clear.

Removing the Bloodline Curse was the primary objective!

Even if the Great Prophet could sense his presence, he would still go!

The instant-death effect of the Bloodline Curse was no joke.

He had prepared for the worst.

But he didn't expect to encounter the easiest test.

When he effortlessly lopped off the Great Prophet's head with a single strike, Roger even suspected it was a trap and that he had only cut off a decoy...

But sometimes things are just that simple.

After removing the curse, Roger finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Avoiding the searching Gray Dwarves, Roger followed the direction on the map and found a hidden underground river.

After loosening his muscles, he jumped into the river and swam hard upstream.

Ten minutes later.

The icy river water gradually became warm.

He found a spot and climbed ashore.

"Notification: You have discovered the Clear Spring Sect Dao Field."