Prophet

Mona thought for a moment, his gaze turning toward the void.

The soul colors of some believers.

Quickly surfaced before him.

"Because of the connection to souls in the real world, there's no need to switch Anchor Points."

He had clearly noticed this obvious change.

Now.

As long as he remained within this Dream World.

Mona no longer needed to frequently switch [Anchor Points] to observe his believers.

With a mere shift of thought.

He could examine the soul colors of each believer one by one.

After inspecting the believers' souls, Mona quickly discovered something.

A new occupation had indeed emerged.

Prophet.

A new Transcendent profession.

Unlike the [Insect Master], who borrowed Holy Relics and used external means to obtain a sliver of Transcendent power.

The Transcendent power of the [Prophet] mainly relied on one's own Spirituality.

[Prophet lv1]: While asleep or under certain chance circumstances, the soul will unconsciously detach from reality, entering the Dream World created by the deity, gaining certain insights and abilities from it.

To become this occupation, one must possess Spirituality.

But that doesn't mean every believer with high Spirituality will necessarily become a [Prophet].

Many factors are involved.

To sum it up.

Sleep, near-death, age.

They might all count as some of the major factors.

When people sleep, their soul colors grow stronger.

Thus, during sleep.

Believers' consciousness can more easily touch this wondrous dream realm.

However.

The reason the dying can enter this world is another matter.

The soul colors of the dying do not strengthen.

But their life colors are nearly reduced to nothing.

This causes their soul colors to dominate within the body.

Therefore, some dying people, when their consciousness blurs, their drifting souls may, in their final moments or in a daze, catch a glimpse of this dream world.

Age works the same way.

The older the believer.

The more the life colors in their aging flesh weaken, so like the dying, their souls are more likely to leave the body, occasionally glimpsing this dream.

Now, the first batch of people to awaken as Prophets.

Fully matched the two conditions above.

These people who entered the dream.

Were mostly over fifty years old with Spirituality.

The colors of life had largely faded within their bodies.

While soul colors dominated their forms.

And when this Dream World was created, they happened to be asleep.

Thus, they successfully entered the dream at this fortunate moment, becoming the tribe's first Prophets.

Mona saw.

Among some of the Prophets.

Two [Knowledges] related to the occupation had already appeared.

"Divination lv1": Believers with higher Spirituality become sensitive to perceiving soul colors. They will actively calculate the changes in people's souls, thereby gaining some understanding of souls, though the interpretation may not be entirely correct.

"Spirit Mediumship lv1": Some believers with higher Spirituality, after waking from dreams, still retain a certain feeling for the dream. They can recall the dream to gain knowledge from the dreams of the dead and the deity, and apply it to reality.

The Prophets gained two abilities.

In truth, it was simple to understand.

A keener perception of a person's character, an insight into the soul's nature, and from this, a deduction of their possible future fate.

And, inspiration drawn from dreams.

Mona glanced at the extremely illusory light and shadow floating upon the river.

Compared to that ability which seemed akin to mind-reading.

He was far more interested in what kind of inspiration these Prophets could obtain from this dream.

After a brief, unconscious journey.

That soul, like a bubble, quietly dissipated.

The souls of the living could only linger in this world for a limited time.

In but a moment.

They returned to the realm of the living.

[The Prophets have returned to the world of the living.]

[Within this dream, the hazy souls have gained a sliver of inspiration.]

[Your followers have inherited a measure of knowledge from the souls within the dream.]

[At the same time, some souls wandered to the edge of the dream, venerating the sacred and sublime Obelisk from the memories and impressions of the deity, trembling before the complex and mysterious written symbols recorded upon it.]

[Your followers are about to ignite the spark of written language.]

Mona looked at the words on the Drawing Board, his brows lifting slightly.

"Creating written language?"

Indeed.

For a civilization.

Written language should be an existence of utmost importance.

But.

In the passage of time, these people who had drifted to the island, just as they had lost the memory of ships, had also lost their written language.

What's more.

Whether such a concept as written language had ever truly existed in their past was unknown.

But it seemed such days were about to end.

Through dreams.

Souls came to stand beneath the Obelisk that recorded the deity's memories and impressions.

Gazing upon the patterns of a distant world inscribed on its stele, they obtained a glimmer of enlightenment from them.

On that day.

The day the God-Chosen died.

Countless tribesmen mourned and grieved.

This great man who had once guided the people back to the era of divine grace.

His departure filled everyone in the tribe with sorrow and grief.

Yet.

At this time, a group of elderly believers surged into the Temple of Eternity.

Several aged craftsmen, trembling, used their frail bodies to devoutly kowtow with every step on the path of pilgrimage, making their way to the Temple of Eternity.

They claimed.

On the day the God-Chosen died.

They had witnessed the deity scatter divine radiance with their own eyes.

Some even said that in their dreams, they had seen the deity's dwelling, and also the memories of the departed.

"God has received Richie, the God-Chosen, back to His supreme sacred land."

"An island of utmost holiness."

"Everything was bathed in that ethereal and sacred light."

"A colossal shadow descended from the distant sky—it must have been a temple even more towering and vast than the sun or moon. Its majestic silhouette truly resembled the Temple of Eternity."

"That must be the dwelling of the deity."

"A place only the heroic souls recognized by the deity can go."

Most of the tribe, listening to the old man's description, felt both astonishment and considerable confusion.

After all.

Not everyone in the tribe had witnessed that radiance.

And those who could enter the dream were even rarer.

But.

When several elders of the tribe, and even the chieftain, stepped forward to explain something.

The people finally understood.

They truly had seen the sacred land where the gods dwelled within the dream.

As well as the souls of those who had been guided away.

And those gifted ones who could glimpse such a vision in their dreams.

Were called [Prophet] by the people of the tribe.