After explaining the precautions, the old president drained the water from the pool, allowing Chen Xiang to lie down inside. He opened several obsidian boxes, taking out various materials one by one and adding them to the water.

"This is the brain marrow of the hellhounds."

A jelly-like substance of pitch black was placed into the pool.

"And this is the heart of a dragon, albeit incomplete."

A chunk of flesh, half the height of a person, was added.

"Next are the roots of the tree of immortality, the hooves of lost warhorses, and the horns of knowledge demons."

More and more extraordinary materials from various dimensions surrounded Chen Xiang, most of which were bloodied, making him feel a bit queasy.

"Finally, the blood of the Lord of Death."

The president's expression grew extremely solemn as he carefully took out an obsidian box.

As the box opened, a whirlwind swept through the empty room, accompanied by whispers and terrifying illusions that emerged endlessly!

"Although it's a drop of inactive blood, it's still extremely dangerous; never touch it directly!"

As he spoke, the president placed the drop of blood into the pool. Chen Xiang felt the divine essence around him stir—no, more accurately, the quantity of divine essence was greatly increasing!

Chen Xiang greedily absorbed the divine essence, refining his spirit bit by bit. The president did not stop him, lighting pure white candles around the pool and sprinkling various unknown powders. Finally, he set down nine compasses.

"The spirit world compass, the hell compass, and the deep red compass. These nine compasses correspond to the nine great dimensions. When the dimensions overlap, you will gain corresponding attributes and be infused with immense power."

"But to ensure you do not step into the extraordinary realm, I will…"

The president stood his fox-headed cane by the side of the pool, lit a black jade lamp, and raised a holy grail high. A continuous stream of pure white liquid flowed from the grail, gradually filling the pool.

"I pray to the nine great dimensions, seeking the glory of ancient times."

"When the Lord of Pure White opens his eyes, the dimensions will overlap with reality at dusk, the pure white door will open, and the tides of color will surge, with non-black hues."

Chen Xiang saw the liquid in the pool boiling under the light of the black jade lamp. The materials submerged within seemed to begin dissolving. He noticed the nine compasses glowing, and the extraordinary materials from various dimensions became a medium, with shimmering pure white portals appearing in the room, overlapping with one another.

"When you can no longer suppress yourself and are about to step into the extraordinary…"

At some point, the president had retreated to the door and spoke solemnly:

"You should rotate the needle of any compass to point upward. If you cannot suppress your progression after nine attempts, once all the compasses are used, you will call out, praying to the gods of the twenty-four hours."

"Lord of Pure White?"

Chen Xiang barely raised his head from the liquid enveloping him:

"What is that?"

"The Lord of Pure White is one of the Twelve Gods of Time, who govern the twelve time periods, each corresponding to two hours. Twelve time periods encompass a full day."

The president stated gravely:

"The Twelve Gods of Time, also known as the Gods of Timekeeping, are similar to the God of Justice, representing the laws of nature. They have no self-awareness or wisdom; they embody the will of the great universe. There are thirteen such gods, each overseeing their respective time periods."

"Twelve time periods but thirteen Gods of Time??" Chen Xiang blinked.

The president nodded slightly:

"Because one time period is lost, and the one who governs the lost time period is the Lord of Pure White. This ritual, besides strengthening your physique, will temporarily banish the you who would step into the extraordinary to the lost thirteenth time period. Thus, in the twelve time periods of a day, no matter how strong you become, you will never step into the extraordinary."

"Only when the time reaches the thirteenth period, or when you actively lift the restrictions, will you truly embark on the extraordinary path!"

Chen Xiang suddenly understood but was also alarmed by the idea of being temporarily banished to the lost thirteenth time period through a mysterious ritual, knowing that each day's time does not enter the thirteenth period. A day ends at midnight, with no twenty-fifth or twenty-sixth hour, so he would not step into the extraordinary.

What a bizarre power.

The president glanced at the expanding pure white portals, then exited the room, finally saying:

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"The ritual is about to begin. You will possess the attributes of the nine dimensions, and you will become perfect."

"Now, sleep."

He slammed the door shut.

At the moment the door closed, the nine compasses began spinning rapidly, and various extraordinary materials in the pool completely dissolved. The pure white liquid became incredibly viscous, and terrifying energy surged through every pore, flooding into Chen Xiang's body!

He let out an uncontrollable scream, and the room trembled slightly. The nine overlapping pure white portals shone brightly.

Amidst the glow, the entire room seemed to peel away from reality, with a similarly pure white mist inexplicably filling the space.

"It has begun."

Chen Xiang struggled to raise his right hand, the tattoo on his wrist subtly writhing.

In the next instant, eighteen drops of blood fell into the pool, one after another.

The room shook violently, and the pure white mist thickened dramatically as the nine compasses spun wildly!!

An incomprehensible force surged within the pool, crashing toward Chen Xiang,

He was instantly shattered into the most basic particles, then remade into a person in the same instant, only to be shattered again.

This cycle repeated, and amidst the intense, soul-piercing pain, Chen Xiang vaguely saw the nine illusory pure white portals slowly opening.

He also glimpsed a tenth pure white portal flickering in and out of sight.

And at that moment, outside the room.

To be precise, outside in the sense of reality.

The orphanage director arrived at some point, speaking softly:

"Has the ritual begun?"

"It has. Opening the door now will likely lead to a fall into the dimensional rift; in a sense, this room temporarily does not exist in reality."

After a pause, the towering director turned to the side:

"Do you think, when the dimensions overlap, he can withstand the gaze of terrifying beings and the whispers of mysterious existences?"

"Who knows? It doesn't matter whether he can or cannot; even if he becomes a soulless shell, we can still manipulate his body to unify the outer three rings, then have him nailed at the Holy Luoguang Square of the Ninth Ring."

As he spoke, the orphanage director chuckled:

"At that point, you'll have reason to enter the Ninth Ring and rescue your most favored student."

The towering director's mood grew excited:

"I seem to see the door to godhood has opened a crack; I am getting closer!"

Saying this, he continued to inquire:

"By the way, can this ritual really turn him into the so-called perfect vessel?"

"Of course. The ritual is narrated by the supreme **Voidwalker** himself; this ritual can grant him the attributes of various dimensions and the potential to become a child of each dimension, making him the most perfect vessel!"

After a pause, the orphanage director chuckled softly:

"Unfortunately, there's still one flaw."

"What flaw?"

"Unless the lost thirteenth hour can be found, or unless a great being bestows a blessing, his body will never be able to step into the extraordinary."

As he spoke, he stretched lazily:

"But it doesn't matter. Even if he cannot enter the extraordinary, he can still become infinitely stronger. To the taboos of reality and terrifying legends, the concept of realm is merely an illusion. The first taboo to engage in equal dialogue with outer gods is that one's own realm is nothing but a false god."

The towering director nodded as if he understood, then finally asked:

"By the way, what exactly is the lost thirteenth hour controlled by the Lord of Pure White?"

"How would I know?"

The orphanage director shook his head, yawning:

"However, it is said that a day in the subspace lasts only two hours, and those two hours are the lost time. Whether that's true or not, I don't know. My master once said that the God of Timekeeping for the lost hour, the Lord of Pure White, has long since perished."

He lowered his gaze:

"Now, we only need to wait for the nine great dimensions to fully overlap with this room. At that moment, the ritual will be complete. If you search the nine dimensions thoroughly, you might even see this room."

"Really?" The towering director smiled: "If a small room suddenly appears, do you think that dimensional beings would be startled?"

"Well, I can't say. But it shouldn't be small; it's probably a hundred meters."

"What do you mean?"

"You infused the blood of the Lord of Death. Even a drop of inactive blood is enough to magnify the space this room occupies several times when the dimensions overlap."

The towering director was enlightened:

"So this ritual is so mystical? It makes sense, considering it's from a great outer god."

Time passed, nearing dusk.

The crows in Great City became increasingly numerous, and as the sun fully set, the moonlight did not rise.

Eighty-four thousand crows circled above the clouds, blocking the moonlight.

"Is it coming?"

Lu Saleng sat in his wheelchair, sighing softly.

The scarecrow, dwelling both in wheat fields and atop high mountains, known as the Fifth Taboo, was referred to as **Primitive Fear**. Around it hovered eighty-four thousand crows, each one a messenger.

When the multitude of crows crossed the borders, it marked the arrival of this **Primitive Fear**.

Lu Saleng turned the wheels of his chair to the window, his gaze penetrating the misty sea, looking far into the distance, where he faintly saw a tattered scarecrow holding a sickle, both on the towering mountain and in the vast wheat field.

The mountains and fields were reality's space consumed by it.

The scarecrow raised its head.

The two figures exchanged glances over ten thousand kilometers, their sights colliding above the misty sea, causing a massive tsunami!

Waves hundreds of meters high seemed poised to sweep away the clouds. Far away, that scarecrow, which existed on the mountain and in the wheat field, appeared nine thousand li away in the blink of an eye.

In another blink, it was eight thousand li away.

With another blink, seven thousand li.

By the seventh blink, it was three thousand li away.

The scarecrow raised its sickle, and Lu Saleng stood up from his wheelchair. A haze enveloped Great City, causing many to feel inexplicably anxious, while extraordinary beings felt their hairs stand on end, and their instincts went wild with alarm!

In the next moment.

"Hmm?"

Lu Saleng paused, looking up.

The scarecrow three thousand li away also lifted its head.

They both gazed at the pitch-black sky; more accurately, their sights penetrated reality, looking towards the sky of the spirit realm that overlapped with reality.

Countless beings of the spirit realm also lifted their heads in unison.

At the highest level of the spirit realm, where it connects to the other eight extraordinary dimensions,

the space warped, and pure white mist began to spread, as if another layer of space had overlapped here, the mist thickening and stretching for hundreds of thousands of li!

If this mist were to descend upon reality, it could envelop the entire Earth!

No, it wasn't just the spirit realm!

The same pure white mist was present in the deep red dimension, in hell, at the origin, and in the abyss!

Above the nine dimensions, the same pure white mist permeated.

Within the mist, a massive figure lay horizontally, seemingly asleep, surrounded by numerous terrifying phantoms, such as nine-headed hellhounds striding proudly, war dragons roaring to the sky, and void squids writhing with tentacles.

Alongside them were seven unique and indescribably grand phantoms, all floating within the pure white mist.

"The Lord of Pure White!" An extraordinary being trembled, instinctively offering praise.

The nine dimensions, each spanning hundreds of thousands of li, overlapped at this moment within the mist.

After several breaths, the tenth dimension also began to overlap, accompanied by a swirling chaos of colors!