Divine Path System-Novel

Chapter 1453  Fortune Anvil

Fortune Anvil was the root of Palarians.

It's like the CPU that ran their race. Any damage to the treasure, however slight, would show itself in reality. Thankfully, the treasure wasn't something a mere rank 8 could damage.

But without damaging it, they still could do a lot.

Pause!

The two looked at each other with a sharp gaze.

There's a high chance that they'd end up clashing. Making this far, they still didn't know what the other party really wanted.

Fighting now would make leave them both injured and weakened, creating a perfect opportunity for the third party.

But if they started their work without doing anything, they'd be caught off guard when the other party attacks.

Depending on the extent of the attack, their mission might be destroyed at the last step.

It's a complicated situation. They didn't trust each other to leave their backs open. No, Samantha didn't think they could allow even a trusted one to approach them in this situation.

The stakes were just too high.

Fight or no fight, both of them would lead to unfavorable situations.

Samantha took a breath and made her decision. She'd rather fight and clear out a danger than risk getting her dream destroyed.

Still, hoping for a chance of non-interference, she said.

"…I will work on the body of the anvil." She took out a crystalline box from her storage, carefully guarding it.

"I have to harness the divine aura leaking from it." Xeola retrieved the ring containing an old soul.

Subconsciously, both of them heaved a sigh of relief.

Were they too lucky that their goals didn't contradict with each other? Or was the other person simply lying?

"Hmmm?"

"Well?"

The two looked into each other's eyes for a short moment before nodding almost simultaneously.

That connection they felt from the other person spoke for itself.

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Without any delay, the princesses tugged the chain of aura and the unconscious Fortune Spirit was dragged in.

In the form of a young girl, the injured spirit was on the verge of dissipating. But the moment it entered the divine domain, a miraculous change began to occur.

Its blurring skin turned into a dreamy white and its immature body began to morph into that of a young woman.

The rank 8 aura of the spirit quickly skyrocketed, flying past the barriers of rank 9 and cementing itself in the highest celestial rank.

It'd have been tantamount to suicide if she managed to make this far by herself.

Even now, due to her increased strength, her eyelashes fluttered and she seemed to slowly regain her consciousness.

But the princesses didn't allow it.

With a harsh but precise yank of the aura chains, they threw her to the top of the anvil.

Hundreds of circular formations appeared in an instant.

Glowing with red, yellow and blue colors, they were filled with esoteric circles and mystical runes.

Wrauum! The sounds filling the air were harsh, reminiscent of an ancient evil waking up from its deep slumber.

Samantha and Xeola both took a step back. Their backs were drenched in sweat even though the formations weren't directed at them.

"T-This…"

"What the hell…"

Like lasers shot from modern weapons, countles beams of light shot out from the formations and landed on the fortune spirit.

"Argh!"

Even though she's unconscious, the spirit groaned in pain.

The tip of her hair slowly started to break down into tiny particles resembling white starlight. And that starlight gradually gravitated toward the anvil, mixing into it.

The spirit that was borne from the anvil was now being fused back into the anvil.

"Argh, it hurts!"

"Please!"

"Arghh!"

The agonizing screams of the spirit filled the space but no one came to help.

The dreamy white skin of the woman turned sickly pale and blood began to leak from her eyes.

Its powerful rank 9 aura surged and surged, like a sea wave going higher and higher, trying to drown the sky. But eventually, it crashed powerlessly.

Thanks to the strict formations which were enhanced many times over the millennia, not a speck of aura leaked out from the anvil.

"Wow! Even a rank 9 is powerless." Samantha expressed her admiration.

"Not all rank 9s, only the spirit." Xeola pointed. "It's designed only for her. Or that's what I heard."

With the spirit taken care of, the princesses stepped forward with a determined gaze.

Even though it's very demanding to focus on their life's goal in vicinity of a rank 9 powerhouse whose casual strike could kill, they were rather relaxed.

The spirit was trapped in a prison of soul. No matter how hard it tried, it couldn't break free. And an unconscious spirit was powerless was against the sealing formations.

By the time they're done, the spirit would've disintegrated and fused back into the anvil. Back to where it belonged.

"I'm not saying this to provoke you, but…" Samantha paused for a moment and tried to find the proper words.

Eventually, she shook her head and gazed into Xeola's eyes. There was no diplomatic smile on her face, only a madness that seemed to have come from a wild beast.

The killing intent that leaked from Samantha at this moment was so great that even the cold hearted Xeola halted her breath and clenched her fist.

"If you backstab me and my mission fails…I will destroy you and everyone you cherish."

"Hah."

Xeola exhaled lightly before shaking her with a smirk. Her expression quickly distorted into one of equal madness and she growled.

"We share more in common than I thought. If you're the reason I fail, then you know what will happen."

"Good luck."

"May goodness prevail."

This was perhaps the only time they gave heartfelt wishes. And once they did, they got to work.

Samantha approached the anvil and using the secrets that Varian stole from the institute, she started to spread the clusters of blessings across the population.

Without disturbing her, Xeola captured strands of divine aura and fed it to the ring. As time passed, the powerful aura of a soul began to leak out.

The soul was unconscious but it kept muttering with vengance.

"V..aria..n…Vari..an…Varian!"