Before he knew it, a month had passed...
Chen Rui still lived in the Hall of Holy Light. In the eyes of the Church, he had now completely adjusted to life there and settled down.
Life here was far more leisurely than being a lord—not only leisurely, but monotonous.
There were none of the tedious affairs of his former territory, nor were there the intrigues and schemes of the court—at least on the surface. Every day, he merely shut himself away to cultivate, rarely even venturing out into Holy Light City.
Chen Rui's daily two hours before the Temple of Light, contemplating the Origin of Creation, remained unshakable as ever. This period had brought him immense gains.
"Creation" and "Destruction" were utterly opposing powers. Having already mastered the Origin of Destruction, his understanding and habits inevitably bore traces of destruction, and that was precisely the greatest obstacle to comprehending the power of creation. The deeper he went, the more pronounced it became.
Chen Rui was not the only one facing this difficulty. Even Ben Hong was the same. Under such circumstances, although both harbored their own ulterior motives, they would still occasionally verify each other's insights for their shared benefit, seeking to better master the power of creation.
Yet what astonished Ben Hong was that Chen Rui's comprehension of the Origin of Creation seemed to be faster than hers, a peak-stage Pseudo-God!
Ben Hong already knew that the three Sacred Artifacts had once been vessels for the Origin of Creation. That should have been the greatest reason for Chen Rui's meteoric progress. Thus, she secretly coveted the three Sacred Artifacts as well, especially the Holy Grail. Ever since Chen Rui had taken Veronica's remnant soul into the Holy Grail, he had never again allowed Ben Hong to enter it to