Doubts (Congratulations to Book Friend 120226104604296 on Becoming a League Leader!)

"The Abyss... Demon!"

Sulu murmured a few words, a smile suddenly appearing on his face, "The Portley Family... seems to always be associated with Demon..."

Not to mention the Tonks couple who may have gone to the Abyss, and Rhode who became a [Demon Hunting Expert], even his own career path originated from the Ancient Serpent Society, an organization suspected of being controlled by Demon!

If this situation isn't a tragic fate, then what is it?

He cautiously observed the edge of the pit for a long time, but found nothing of note, so he withdrew.

Only after stepping out of the mine and feeling the vibrant forest outside, along with the dappled sunlight filtering through the leaves, did Sulu finally let out a long sigh of relief.

The stench deep within the mine, tainted by the Abyss, was truly unbearable.

"How about it?"

A person emerged from the shade of the tree; it was none other than Rhode.

He had arrived in the vicinity and was waiting there without anyone noticing.

"There are no clues..." Sulu shook his head.

The Abyss was still too far away for him at the moment.

Rhode ' lips moved, but he ultimately said nothing.

In the true age of gods, with the resurgence of extraordinary power, a third-tier cultivator is hardly considered an intermediate-level professional.

Even in those times, Demon were powerful and evil Dominator! Their infamy was enough to send shivers down the spines of anyone who heard of them.

"Let's go back!"

Sulu led the way home, a flash of light appearing in his right hand, revealing a dull black demon -Demon Hunting Dagger. He casually tossed it to Rhode: "So? Do you recognize it?"

"Space equipment, the Demon Hunting Dagger?"

Rhode accepted it in surprise. "You have quite a few good things..."

He didn't ask any more questions, but his heart sank, knowing that his younger brother's experiences during this period were probably not simple.

Immediately, his gaze was completely drawn to the dagger in his hand.

"This is..."

Rhode murmured, examining the Demon Hunting Dagger from all angles. "Perfect... The one who forged this dagger must have been a high-ranking professional on the path of the Witch Hunter, at least a legendary figure..."

"Why?"

Sulu asked curiously.

Rhode certainly had more authority to speak on this kind of Magic Creature than he did.

"First of all... the material used to forge it should be ' Dark Gold,' a very rare and precious metal... which is extremely harmful to Demon creatures. In addition... its accompanying effects such as 'sharpness' and ' Magic Breaking ' are actually permanent..." Rhode exclaimed in admiration.

"Permanent?"

Sulu thought for a moment and realized that the Curio he made all had an expiration date, such as the Greed Glove, which had a validity period of two years.

But this Demon Hunting Dagger had suppressed the <Book of Nameless Necro-Spirits> for countless years before it was obtained!

"Unless it is a gift from the gods, the mysterious power contained within Curio will always dissipate... What I mean by 'permanent' is just an approximate description, but it should be able to last for hundreds of years or even dozens of generations without any problem, which is a kind of 'permanent effect'."

Rhode added, "It's better than any Curio I have, and it should be comparable to my teacher's collection... Make good use of it."

He returned the Demon Hunting Dagger to Sulu.

"What? You don't want it?"

Sulu was somewhat surprised, after all, this dagger could only be used to its fullest potential in the hands of a [Witch Hunter].

Its lethality against Demon has been amplified to a terrifying level; if Rhode were to wield this dagger, even the Winged Demon would have to be wary.

"No need... I have quite a few Curio, most of which I exchanged from the Goddess Church. They're very generous in that regard..."

Rhode patted his waist with a flourish, showing off his wealth, but he was speechless after seeing Sulu's right glove.

That's a storage device!

The Portley Family certainly had their heyday, but now... well...

"All right."

Sulu put the Demon Hunting Dagger away again.

To be fair, the [Dimensional Walker] path's professionals are all decent Assassin, and daggers are quite suitable for them.

Actually... I've always had a question.

Back in the cabin in the woods, Sulu simmered a pot of vegetable soup to make bread soup, while asking Rhode was cutting bread, "Between the Dawn of Gods, there are hundreds or thousands of years... The last Twilight of the Gods began about three hundred years ago, right?"

"Yes, the New Continent was still a colony of the Chris Empire at that time, and the White Eagle Federation rose to power later..." Rhode replied, "What's the problem?"

"A fifth-tier professional is already a qualitative leap and sublimation of life. Most high-tier professionals have long lifespans... Where do they go at dusk?"

Sulu asked solemnly.

"Those below the fifth rank, aside from some special categories, those who have obtained certain Curio, or those who have received blessings from great beings... indeed rarely possess a long lifespan that can survive Twilight of the Gods. But high-ranking professionals, I mean those above the fifth rank who are extraordinary, may indeed have survived to this day... According to my speculation, as well as the descriptions of my teachers and some ancient texts, most of them chose to seal themselves away to await the arrival of Dawn..."

According to Rhode's account, Sulu's expression gradually became serious.

It turns out that during Twilight of the Gods, supernatural power was suppressed, and the originally long lifespans of supernatural beings were shortened, especially for the more powerful ones.

Therefore, most of them chose to seal themselves away and slumber in a safe place.

"So... within the ruins, within some terrifying families, there might really be some immortal monsters? Perhaps they've already begun to awaken..."

Sulu smiled knowingly, "This really resembles the deity described..."

The gods also reduced their involvement in the Old Continent due to the decline of the Spirit Tide, leading to a gradual weakening of faith.

"The biggest difference is that gods don't exist in this world; they reside above the Spirit World ..." Rhode shook his head. "And there are some of those 'old monsters' you mentioned. They may have chosen to go to the World Edge, to the Dark Continent ... You know, the weakening of the Spirit Tide is most terrifying in the Old Continent. And in the Dark Continent, in the lands we haven't explored, there might still be some ' Spring Eye ' left behind; otherwise, the existence of those extraordinary species cannot be explained... There, high-level professionals can barely move, maintain consciousness, and still retain a relatively long lifespan..."

Rhode looked at Sulu: "Therefore, do not provoke major powers such as the Federation and the Church... The Federation is already considering recalling those expeditions, which may include such ancient relics!"

"Is this what they call... 'foundation'?"

Sulu ladled two bowls of the cooked vegetable soup. "It seems there are even more ancient relics hidden among the royal families, nobles, and the six major Church in the Chris Empire of the Old Continent? Should we be grateful to live in the White Eagle Federation, such a short-lived country?"