Dream world.
Black Sun Town.
As the headquarters of the Black Sun Cult, it had been expanded and renovated several times, becoming a huge, pitch-black fortress.
In truth, the Black Sun Cult had chosen this place back when it was first founded.
Now that the cult had grown stronger, quite a few believers were advocating for it to seize a major city elsewhere.
Even the High Priest had begun seriously considering relocating.
Outside town.
Two black-robed clerics walked side by side, looking relaxed.
After all, this was the cult's stronghold, with the High Priest himself stationed here—a man whose power surpassed that of ordinary Transcendents.
Aside from the time Lin attacked, they had hardly ever been assaulted.
"It's better guarding headquarters. Have you heard? Mas was sent to Diat before, and his whole team was wiped out..."
One of the black-robed men looked a little frightened. "This world is becoming more and more twisted... There was even a Priest leading a team before, but they got bizarrely lost in the woods... May [Black Sun] shelter them."
"We have a god and the High Priest. We'll be fine... Besides, didn't they send another Priest to Diat?"
The other man was gaunt, with messy hair. At this, he smiled and said, "We must complete the ritual soon and become Sons of Burning. Only then can we truly serve the cult."
"Exactly. Only by reaching the second stage can we avoid the fate of becoming kindling."
The black-robed man sighed, then quickly clapped a hand over his mouth.
"Are you crazy? Don't say things like that..." The messy-haired man hurriedly looked around. Only after confirming that no one was there did he breathe a sigh of relief.
"Huh? Something's wrong..."
Just then, he suddenly sensed something amiss.
At some point, a fine