"The pie in Dicsen is more generously filled than in Beckland, but it features some locally sourced spices. At first, the flavor might seem a bit unusual, but once you get used to it, you'll find it uniquely delicious..." Klein sat in his hotel room, occasionally biting into the rich, oily pie and sipping a refreshing, sweet iced tea, enjoying a most comfortable moment. After he had eaten and drunk sufficiently, he didn't immediately tidy up. Instead, he picked up the hat placed on the nearby chair and placed it upon his head. At the same time, his left-hand glove suddenly became transparent, and his entire form rapidly faded, vanishing. Klein entered the spiritual realm, setting out to travel to the port of Bodu in the turbulent sea, in search of food for the "creeping hunger." Though the port of Escoson indeed lies within the Dicsen Bay, it is not situated at any arbitrary point along the coastline, because it is an island—specifically, the southernmost island of Dicsen Bay—and crossing it means entering the turbulent sea. So, just as Kline had traveled a single second toward his predetermined coordinates, something unusual appeared before him: the ambient spiritual atmosphere coalesced into tangible currents, swirling and rushing to envelop a vast expanse that stretched without limit. Within this region, the light was dim, thick with dark clouds, and deep, ethereal lightning streaked across the sky, illuminating the surrounding landscape as though the world were at the brink of apocalyptic ruin. At that moment, Kline felt as though he had arrived in an ocean perpetually ravaged by relentless storms—yet he was certain, beyond doubt, that he stood within the Spirit Realm. Indeed, as many esoteric texts have described, the immense power of Death's fall not only transformed the climate and environmental conditions of the ocean between the northern and southern continents—bringing widespread natural disasters and turbulent, violent currents—but also shattered the barrier between the real and the imaginary, corrupting and damaging the corresponding spiritual realms, thereby enabling mutual influence between the two. In the region of the turbulent seas, if any ritual involving the spiritual realm is performed, or if abilities tied to the spiritual world are employed, unexpected incidents and unforeseen transformations are likely to occur. In other words, due to the mutual influence and overlapping nature of the furious sea and its corresponding spiritual realm, Caine could directly refer to local nautical charts and navigate through the spiritual realm during calamities. Recalling the content he had previously reviewed, Caine located the correct spot and entered the deep, dim spiritual realm. The roar of wind came from all around him; even the afterwaves sent a deep chill through Caine, one that originated in his very soul or marrow, making him believe that if he were operating as a spiritual entity without the protective effects of the "Black Emperor," "Omnipotent King," or Azk's bronze whistle, he might have sustained serious injuries. Should he venture off the "safe routes" and face the deathly black storms directly, he felt even with a physical form, he would likely have been overwhelmed. Compared to the wind, the deep lightning posed a greater threat—Caine doubted he could endure even a single bolt, let alone the hidden vortices and the creatures drifting through the depths. "There's no actual seawater here—the destination of the vortex remains unknown..." Klein moved along the safe passage at a moderate pace, occasionally glancing around to gather experience. Suddenly, he spotted an unusual creature. It carried a massive scythe within the black storm, composed of one stacked upon another of skeletal heads, bulky and immense. These skulls varied in tone—some gray-white, others gray-black—and differed in size and species, layered together to form a body, limbs, and head. Almost as soon as Klein observed this strange being, it detected him too—every skeletal head turned simultaneously, their gaze emerging clearly amid the roaring wind and the crisp, cracking sounds. One deep, dark eye followed another, pressing upon one another, countless in number. Klein's brow twitched, and using his "travel" ability, he instantly passed through, entering the next segment of safe passage. And beneath the shimmering, illusory sea level, streaks of bloodied arms emerged, and slender, ink-black tendrils swayed upward. ........ Outside the city of Silver, a black mausoleum stood inverted into the ground, like a pyramid that had flipped over. At this moment, dense clusters of dark plants had grown from every crack in the mausoleum's stones, even eroding the massive entrance doors. Colin Iliad, bearing two swords, stood alongside two other elders of the "Council of Six," surveying the inclined passage that sloped deep into the earth. Loviea, with her silvery, wavy hair, gazed quietly before stating, "It should be sufficient." Unlike in the past, when she frequently shifted between unpredictable mental states, this elder—known as the "Shepherd"—now radiated deep calm and stability, her pale gray eyes serene and profound. Colin nodded gently. From the two small pockets on his belt, he removed two vials of potion, opened them, and drank them down in one go. His pale blue eyes instantly brightened, and the fine network of veins on his smooth skin became visible, turning silvery-white. At the same time, the Chief drew out a straight sword and even-handedly applied a silver-gray ointment to its surface. As he moved step by step, another elder of the "Council of Six," Wyt. Hilmun, was performing the same actions. This tall, broad-shouldered man, with a shaved head and dark blue symbols etched into the crown, standing nearly two meters and five decimeters, appeared no older than forty-five—yet his actual age was close to eighty. Like Colin, he was a Sequence 4 "Beast-Slayer," a half-divine, half-human being, one of the principal pillars of Silver City. — In the City of Silver, where the primary materials are relatively abundant, residents are well-versed in magical rituals and have ample combat experience, progression from mid-to-lower sequences is generally straightforward. Many exceptional beings reach Sequence 6. However, starting from Sequence 5, due to issues with rituals and other factors, the number of exceptional beings begins to plummet dramatically. By the time the transformation occurs at Sequence 4, it's not uncommon for a generation to yield only one such being. After making his preparations, Wett slammed his grayish-long mace down before him, then removed the great bow and drew it slowly backward. A series of crackling sparks suddenly emerged, coalescing and lengthening, until a brilliant, imposing arrow formed between the bow's back and string. As Wett's fingers slightly released their grip on the string, the electric arrow leapt directly onto the tomb's gate, thickly covered with grass resembling human hair. Without a sound, the massive gate, as if long corroded, suddenly shattered into four and five fragments under the surge of electricity, crumbling into fine debris and revealing a deep, winding passage. The passage shimmered with clusters of pale lights, stretching into the distance, creating a sense of eerie, cold stillness. Two complex, deep-green symbols appeared clearly in Colin's eyes, reflecting the scene at the tomb's entrance in the center. A few seconds later, Colin raised his straight sword diagonally and stepped into the tomb, while Wett secured the "Dragon-Hunting Bow" and lifted his grayish-long mace, following closely behind. Loviya, dressed in a long purple robe, maintained her expression unchanged, moving steadily through the broken gate with both hands open. As they descended along the corridor and stairways, the three members of the "Council of Six" remained completely still and composed, their footsteps echoing quietly in the silent environment. After passing another level, they suddenly found themselves facing a river—ethereal and dark. Beneath the river's surface, arms stripped of skin, glowing red, had grown into slender, pale vines bearing infant faces; long, smooth appendages with eyes clustered densely together, rising and leaping continuously, striving to grasp everything that passed by. Near the river's entrance, figures in worn, outdated garments—some tall, some short—were walking back and forth, facing away from the three elders, clearly troubled about how to cross. Suddenly, one of them sensed someone approaching and slowly turned to face Colin, Wyt, and Loviya. He is an old man, his hair completely white, deep wrinkles etched across his forehead and mouth, his eyes pale blue yet hollow, his expression numb and茫然. Colin Iliad's gaze suddenly narrowed, and he recognized him instantly. This was his brother—the brother possessed by Amun, the brother he had personally ended! At that moment, the other figures turned as well, revealing faces familiar to both Colin, Wett, and Lovira, yet strangely lifeless. Lovira's expression remained unchanged, but behind her, a phantom knight more than five meters tall had materialized without anyone noticing. The knight wore ancient silver armor, his eyes dark and blood-red, blazing with fire. ………… After carefully navigating the Safe Route for a few seconds, Caine arrived at Bodo Port on the Stormy Sea—a city that branched off from the main route, unaffiliated with any nation, a free city of pirates. After placing both feet on the rocky surface, Klein, who had casually shaped a stranger's face with his hands, didn't immediately enter the bustling, disordered port town. Instead, he reached into his coat pocket and pulled out an iron cigarette box. During his journey through the "Furious Sea" in the spiritual realm, he had noticed that Azk's copper whistle had been subtly trembling! Once the "Spiritual Wall" was removed, Klein opened the cigarette box and gently held the ancient, refined copper whistle. The whistle, which had previously felt cool and smooth, now carried a slight warmth—though this anomaly was rapidly subsiding.