World Occult Usage Guide

Chapter 88 Heavenly Dew
"Da da da--"

The helicopter rotors made a chaotic noise as the priest gazed at the distant metal machinery, his tone indifferent.

"We have found the Thunder Clan."

"Thunderbird?" Little Fang was taken aback. "Mom, don't you know that's a helicopter?"

"God is never a concrete image, but a spirit that exists at all times, like a forest, stars, and the sun. Just by seeking it, we can gain affirmation of our faith and be filled with hope for the path we walk."

The priest of the Wolves tribe gave Little Fang a kind smile, and the little dog looked back at its mother as if it understood but not quite.

"So, the real purpose of this sacrificial ceremony is..."

"For the ritual itself, for dancing around the campfire, for capturing the traces of sand, for climbing the sacred mountain. Little canine tooth, the human heart hardens when it is separated from nature."

Little Canine Tooth's eyes were bright, and the sunlight filtering through the trees made her dark eyes appear as clear as water. She was eighteen years old, while the White Wolf Woman was forty-five. She looked at her daughter with loving eyes.

"The world is always full of beauty; do not be influenced by another group of people, because they think the world is a place to be endured, a torment that continues until they go to another world." The priest tapped the ground with his staff. "It's time to go to the mountaintop and see the coyotes."

"Mom, let's wait a minute—"

Before Little Fang could finish speaking, all the tribespeople passed her and followed the priest up the mountain. She had no choice but to follow behind them.

Finally, they reached the summit of the sacred mountain.

Eagles flapped their wings and flew across the clear blue sky, their long cries echoing through the valley.

The summit has a space of several tens of square meters. The ancient rocks are bathed in the brilliant sunlight, and the thin rays of light pierce through the mottled snow, forming a vertical, moving line that is reflected in the pool at the very top of the sacred mountain, shimmering in the sunlight.

"Woo——"

The sound of a helicopter rang out again. Little Fang noticed Lin An landing from a distance with a parachute on his back and rushed forward to greet him, wiping away the dried bloodstains with the back of his hand with concern.

"Are you alright? You're covered in blood!"

“It’s not that serious, to be precise…” Lin An pressed his warm hand against the little canine tooth, “These things are not important anymore, we have reached the end of time.”

"The end?"

"The journey to find the gods is coming to an end, isn't it?" Lin An held Xiao Qiangya's arm, and she felt that his voice was as sweet as corn wine. "They are holding their last sacrifice."

The tribesmen took off their clothes, and the cold, biting air blew across their brownish-yellow skin.

Led by the priest, they bent down in an orderly fashion, scooped water from the pool, and splashed it onto their bare skin, making a soft "hissing" sound.

Water vapor rises as temperatures fluctuate, turning into mist that drifts into the sky.

Around the pool, they danced steps that Little Canine Tooth had never heard of before, yet which haunted his dreams.

Can you hear the drums?
I can hear their voices; it's our grandparents singing.

Can you hear their voices?

Looking around, countless souls rose from the ashes, their songs growing louder and louder, and their joy growing ever greater.

Water buffalo, monkeys, crows, tortoises, sturgeon, and other animals joined in, their movements shaking the earth, forming a circle with humans that grew larger and larger.

Little Canine Tooth couldn't help but grab their hands and start dancing a primitive dance.

The sound of footsteps caused ripples to spread across the water.

"Crash..."

As if reminding him of something, Little Canine Tooth took a few steps forward, then stopped to gaze at the natural patterns on the water's surface.

Transparent ripples outlined the shape of some kind of entrance. She stretched out her left foot and stepped into the water, followed by her right foot.

Under Lin An's thoughtful gaze, Little Fang walked step by step to the center of the pool.

Suddenly, something was opened.

As her feet touched the cold spring water, a memory-like surge returned, and she thought of history and the future.

She had experienced a great flood that sculpted new mountains, rivers, lakes, and seas on the back of a tortoise; she licked the blood and withered bones of generations of hunters who died tragically; she listened to their sacrificial songs; she smelled the herbal pipes and watched the creation and disappearance of sand paintings and fire sculptures time and time again.

She has always been the guardian of nature and all living things.

But then she found herself holding a cold gun, with three animal carcasses beside her, the air thick with the stench of rotting flesh, and black smoke billowing up and filling the sky.

More and more corpses lay at our feet, and the wind carried the cold rain.

Her throat was dry, her hands were trembling, and her head felt like it was on fire. She could only stumble forward, everything in front of her shrouded in the factory's smog. Cars whizzed by, splashing mud all over her.

In the gloomy clouds of the storm, she heard the voices of her companions, who had tried various methods to pull her out of the mud, but always failed at the very first step.

The starting point where the little canine tooth is trapped by the nightmare.

Despite her countless attempts to listen, the corpses on the ground and the gun in her hand filled her with terror.

She knew nothing about civilization, she wasn't mentally prepared to become a god, and she was even less capable of fighting against those terrifying creatures—who rode into the forest on horseback and could scalp hundreds of people in a single day.

Suddenly, a pair of warm, strong hands took her gun from behind, and the surrounding corpses opened their eyes.

No, that wasn't a corpse at all.

As the tribespeople awoke from their long slumber, the priest's wise words echoed in their ears.

“Man is not a permanent mark taken from a stone. On the contrary, we are free to use our memories of the past to find ways to live in a new way, whenever and wherever we feel it is appropriate.” A flash of inspiration struck her, her heart pounded, and she plunged into the bottom of the pool.

The mud on her body was washed away, and the lake water kept pushing her backward, but she struggled to move forward step by step.

After an unknown amount of time, the resistance of the water flow decreased, and she remembered more things.

The power that shaped the universe descended upon her, and she looked up at the pool above, where the colorless light descending from the sky had turned a deep blue.

The sun is calling to her.

"Wow!"

Lin An saw Xiao Qianya submerge herself completely in the pool. Ten seconds later, as if she had passed through a concrete wall, she emerged from the water with a sigh of relief.

The atmosphere changed instantly.

At this moment, Little Fang is not just a precocious tribal girl, but an awakened coyote, a genuine local deity.

The timelines of the past and present begin to intersect, and the appearance of the little canine tooth becomes somewhat blurry.

She stood in the center of the pool, her shapely arms lifting her feather-adorned, wet black hair, with glistening water droplets falling from the ends, exuding a strong aura of the unknown.

Lin An couldn't help but widen his eyes.

These water droplets contain a portion of the energy from the little canine tooth!
The moment of individual awakening, when the individual receives initial radiation from 'Comer' with the medium as a support, is the moment when the energy is most concentrated and purest.

This reminded Lin An of a legend about the Philosopher's Stone.

He immediately stretched out his wand, the thought of choosing a specific alchemy spell flashing through his mind.

"System, use [The Art of Transcendence]!"

The water droplets surrounding the little canine tooth instantly lost their crystalline luster, and the lake-blue energy was extracted and incorporated into the emerald of the wand.

Heavenly dew, which only the gods can bestow...

This is a condensed water with alchemical properties. Alchemists believed that heavenly dew was a gift from heaven or the gods, sent directly to earth from the top of heaven, and possessed a special spiritual purity.

Alchemists called it Azoth, which is also the name of Mercury, specifically "the alchemical Mercury," or the essence of Mercury. They believed that Azoth possessed great power because it contained the first and last letters of Greek, Roman, Hebrew, and Arabic.

In alchemy, heavenly dew is one of the raw materials for making the Philosopher's Stone.

The woodcut of Paracelsus shows his portrait holding a round-headed staff engraved with Azoth, used to perform healing spells.

According to Babo, the Dew of the Sky contains precious etheric power that can regenerate limbs, restore youth, and even resurrect, but it must remain untouched by the ground to prevent the etheric energy within from returning to the land of Titan.

Therefore, Lin An used the moment when the water droplets raised by the little canine tooth fell back into the pool to perform alchemy.

In perfect, harmonious proportions, through a miraculous fusion, the essence of the water droplets swiftly seeped into the gem at the tip of the caduceus.

The gemstone immediately turned a deep, dark green, as if it were flowing with a tangible substance.

A slightly distorted notification sound rang in Lin An's mind.

"By using the Mystic Art, the radiation value of the [Mystic Encyclopedia] has increased by 0.2%."

"Through alchemy, and by using the 'Tracing the Source' function, you refined [Fragment of the Sage's Hour I - Mercury of Philosophy] and merged it with [Fragment of the Sage's Hour I - Five Matrixes of Pallas Celsus]. The image of this mystery item has been updated."

The green data appeared, and Lin An rubbed his eyes to make sure he wasn't seeing things.

[Name]: Fragments of the Sage's Time
[Review]: Mythology, Grade C

Radiation level: 22.4%
Pollution level: 0%
[Medium]: The seeker of the weaver

During the battle just now, he was still wondering how the increased pollution level would affect him, but he didn't expect that the system would show him the answer with its actions the next moment.

The data is starting to garble!

But...it seems there's no physical impact.

Suppressing his wild thoughts, Lin An glanced at the new wand panel, and the slight panic that had risen in his heart was dispelled by his newfound gains.

Not only did the radiation level increase, but the wand also rose a rating thanks to the Heavenly Dew energy generated when the little canine tooth awakened!
By the way, how are the canine teeth?
Looking up again, Lin An saw the lively and simple girl standing on the pool with her hands behind her back, a bright smile on her face, but her eyes were more complicated and sad than ever before, looking at Lin An with reluctance.

He put away his wand and reached out his hand to her.

"Come ashore..."

However, before he could finish speaking, a bright light suddenly appeared between the two of them, making Lin An dizzy.

He forced open his aching eyelids and saw Little Fang slowly kneel down on the ground, the magnificent and vibrant silhouette of a coyote replacing the girl's supple body.

The creator god closed his eyes and sank into the boundless icy water.

The past and the present have completely passed each other by.

When the chaos subsided, Lin An saw a hazy, soft white mist rising above a spring. As the wind blew, it gradually took shape and became clearer.

The moose's deep eyes met Lin An's gaze once more.

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