I traveled through time and space and became the Archbishop of Stormwind!

In an instant, the entire Nagran grassland was shrouded in miraculous light.

The holy light surrounding Alvin was no longer a simple beam of light, but had transformed into a river of liquid gold, rushing out from his heart and straight into the sky.

The sky was torn into spiral nebula vortexes by this force, and even the void cracks that had been lingering for thousands of years screamed in the light.

No one had ever seen such a scene. Even Turalyon knelt on one knee and prayed devoutly.

The paladin's armor buzzed in the torrent of energy. He tried to support his body with the rune sword, but he could only barely squint his eyes in the surging air waves.

The young priest was now hovering in the air thirty feet above the ground, and his hair changed from black to silver, and from short to long, in the light.

His long hair curled back like a waterfall, and countless runes of light were emerging from under his skin and reorganizing, as if the creator god was recarving this body.

"Holy Light..."

Kurdlan was knocked to the ground by the gust of air, and even his weapon slipped from his trembling fingers.

Druid Green Shadow's perception has always been very sensitive, and she was the first to feel Alvin's changes.

The green shadow seemed to see that at the junction of the outer side of the earth and the void, the edge of the grassland that was originally swallowed by the void was being wrapped in a pale golden light film, and countless tiny vines of light weaved a three-dimensional magic circle on the surface of the barrier.

She suddenly realized that Alvin was using his soul veins to reconstruct the structure of space—rewriting the laws of the world with a mortal body, which was simply burning the source of life.

"Stop using your power, Alvin!"

Calpurnia screamed heartbreakingly, but Alvin could no longer hear the girl's cries.

The golden holy light became more and more dazzling. Everyone subconsciously raised their hands to block it, but a few adventurers still had their retinas burned by the strong light.

The holy light did not caress everyone gently, but penetrated every inch of their skin like molten mithril.

Everyone had a feeling that at this moment they could no longer hear the roaring sound of heaven and earth, but it seemed as if thousands of angels were singing hymns at the same time!

Countless voices sang in unison—the tender prayers of a seven-year-old, the hoarse vows of a teenager in his voice change, and now, the voice of a man who had experienced many hardships but still spoke with clarity. The three voices formed a perfect harmony in the holy light.

When the tinnitus is gradually replaced by the lingering sound of the harp.

Onyxia's vertical pupils were the first to penetrate the light mist.

"Oh no! Alvin is falling!"

The black dragon princess didn't care about her burnt body. Her slender dragon wings drew a scarlet trajectory in the air and caught Alvin steadily.

"My breath is weak, and the flame of my soul is like a candle in the wind."

A healing light shone between Green Shadow's brows, and vines emerged from under her cloak and weaved into an emergency bed.

Solanlian immediately began to analyze the remaining energy of Alvin, and the star map on her elegant mage robe lit up.

"Alvin... He infused this land with divine power at the last moment... Damn it, this fool used his own soul as a stabilizer!"

At this moment, Alvin's breathing was weak and he was unconscious.

Outside the emergency circle formed by the crowd, Turalyon's brows were getting tighter and tighter. He understood that the light golden mist suspended above Nagrand was clearly maintained by Alvin with his own power.

The reason why this space was able to stabilize was that Alvin had exhausted all his strength.

Alvin—he did what only God could do…

While everyone was anxiously trying to rescue Alvin, in the soul realm that mortals could not reach, Alvin was walking barefoot on the familiar pearly white sand.

It's the beach hut in Xalatas again.

Alvin discovered that the cabin seemed to be frozen in the dusk forever, with waves carrying starlight flowing over his feet, and the distant horizon was no longer as turbid as it was at the beginning, but seven moons of different colors were suspended there.

He didn't understand what was going on, so he just thought it was a decoration made by Xal'atath.

"Xal'atath? Are you home?"

Alvin pushed open the oak door, and the scent of sea salt mixed with sandalwood hit him in the face.

The room was still the same, except for some new things that Alvin had never seen before.

On the table in the living room, there was a crystal ball that displayed real-time images of the outside world. He saw Onyxia using dragon blood to draw a life-extending magic circle, and the essence of the Emerald Dream was flowing in Green Shadow's vine infusion tube.

Solanlian and Calpurnia were also transmitting magic into their lying bodies.

There was a basic book on the desk, and Alvin curiously flipped it open and took a look.

"One Hundred Taboos of Soul Grafting," "On the Feasibility of Reincarnation"...

What exactly does this guy Salatath want to do?

“Are you worried because you didn’t find me?”

A lazy female voice floated down the spiral staircase.

When Alvin looked up, he saw Sartharion leaning on the railing on the second floor, shaking a goblet, his ankles covered with stardust exposed under his dark purple silk robe.

The once evil old god now looked like a girl on vacation, if one ignored the boiling shadow substance in the cup in her hand...

In his spirit form, Alvin slumped unceremoniously onto the velvet sofa.

"How many of my memories did you steal this time to use as decoration materials?"

“That’s all. I even made a hot spring in the back.”

"You really know how to enjoy yourself. I'm out there fighting for my life, and you're actually stealing my precious memories from my mind."

"The word 'steal' is so ugly."

Sarthas jumped lightly onto the windowsill, sat horizontally on the windowsill, and looked out the window with his face turned sideways.

The skirt slid down, revealing long white legs, and Alvin swallowed.

The halos of seven moons swirled around the ends of her hair, and she didn't look like an evil god at all.

"Some reckless fellow almost burned out his soul, and I'm using my own ancient god essence to mend yours."

She suddenly leaned forward, pushed Alvin down and pressed him down, her pupils shrank into two scarlet vertical lines.

"Do you know what your body looks like right now? It's like a rag doll that's been torn apart by a naughty kid. If I hadn't planted my essence in you beforehand, you would have been completely screwed this time!"

Alvin reached out and pierced through the illusion in front of him. The real Salatath was still sitting on the windowsill with his legs crossed, drinking a drink.

"Honestly,"

He looked at the anxious faces of his companions in the crystal ball.

"Thank you, Xal'atath. I also thought I was doomed this time. I was prepared for death. I never thought I could still be alive. I don't even know how to repay you."

Sarthas suddenly fell silent.

She flicked her fingers to extinguish all the light sources, and the entire ocean was instantly covered with a dancing star map.

"Do you see those seven moons? Each one is the karmic bond between you and this world, and each one is one of your little lovers."

Six of the moons flickered in brightness and darkness – indicating that there were violent emotional fluctuations taking place in the outside world.

"Your little lovers are going crazy."

Xal'atath raised his lips and pointed at the crystal ball. On the screen, Leonyxia and others had already started crying loudly while leaning on his body...

Alvin's heart was broken. He wanted to go out and comfort everyone right away, but he discovered something strange.

"You said that the seven moons were my little lovers...but the strange thing is, Solanlian, Calpurnia, Alkaritassa, Onyxia, Green Shadow, and Yrel, no matter how I count, there are only six of them..."

Alvin smiled and scratched his head.

"You can't possibly say there's a heroine who hasn't appeared yet, right?"

A sudden chill hit him, and the cold fingers of the shadow suddenly pressed down on the back of his neck.

Sarthas sneered and popped his head out from behind him, stroked his chest with his cold hands, and whispered in his ear,

"I've been with you for so long, now it's time for you to repay me... Being able to be with the Ancient God... you are considered the first person in the world..."

"But I don't know if you can withstand it. If your soul dies here..."

Xal'atath's voice rarely wavered. "Your body is mine."