From Secret Clan to the Divine Dynasty

Cyart had become a nation of the undead overnight.

Several cities were sacrificed in large rituals, resulting in the deaths of many, at least tens of thousands.

Then, the otherworldly gods descended!

The appearance of the Songster plunged the entire world into a terrifying tranquility, as countless undead burst out of their graves.

They began to torment the many living beings immediately.

All human settlements within Cyart were attacked, and the undead also advanced towards other countries outside Cyart.

Anyone killed by the undead became a new undead, so they spread like a plague.

Those undead who were resurrected mortals had no self-awareness and no intelligence, and their strength was hardly distinguishable from that of ordinary people.

However, the resurrected Extraordinary Exponents were a major problem.

Over the centuries, a large portion of the Extraordinary Exponents who had died on this land were resurrected, retaining much of their self and intelligence, but their memories and personalities were greatly altered, often becoming very aggressive.

The prolonged civil war in Cyart was thus interrupted, and people began to fight for survival, continuously resisting waves of undead.

Meanwhile, the main Churches of the True Gods also commanded the powerful exponents of the Ouden Continent to head to Cyart, striving to contain the disaster of the undead before the situation completely deteriorated.

However, for the Fischer family, compared to the disaster of the undead,

another matter instilled deeper fear in them!

That was...

The great Lord of the Lost had fallen asleep.

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In a safe, secluded ancient villa in Fein City, the followers of the Dawn Church stared anxiously at the transparent bottle on the altar.

It was not a real sacred object, but a replica. Nowadays, many such transparent bottles spread across Cyart, and only the Blood Receivers of the Dawn Church would keep them close.

An elderly Blood Receiver murmured to himself,

"It has been ten years..."

"Yes, for ten whole years, the great Lord of the Lost has not responded to us."

"What shall we do, how should we proceed?"

Their faces were etched with deep worry and confusion, the air was filled with a heavy and tense atmosphere, and everyone's eyes sparkled with unease and expectations for an unknown future.

"Could it be that the great He needs us to save Him?" Read the latest on empire

"Do you believe that He is asleep?"

"Some say He has left us, just like the True Gods, but I will never believe that."

The believers discussed in hushed yet urgent tones.

This was one of the branches of the Dawn Church, and the Priest of this branch of the Dawn Church was Madam Vanessa, a member deeply favored by God from the Fischer family.

She was the first Daybreaker of the Dawn Church, the original Daybreaker, held in high regard and prestige among the believers, and had become a devout person in recent years, thus qualifying to be a Priest.

Lilian is now the High Priest of the Dawn Church, and below her, including Vanessa, there are five other devout people serving as Priests within the entire Dawn Church.

According to rumors long circulating, believers knew that the lifespan of High Priest Lilian was running out, and she could leave at any time, and the appointment of the next High Priest of the Dawn Church has been pending.

Over three years, due to the rampant unleash of the undead disaster, people already suffering from the ravages of war craved faith more, and the Fischer family took this opportunity to absorb many new believers, swelling the number of believers to tens of thousands.

Furthermore, among the believers who joined the Dawn Church in the new decade, although all were Blood Receivers, a large part were mortals without access to Magic Potion.

A massive number of mortals suffered undeserved disasters during this calamity and sought salvation, absorbed by various secretive forces.

However, the actions of the Fischer family had also become more secretive.

In the last decade, numerous powerful Monarch experts from foreign lands, summoned by the Churches of the True Gods, came to the Eastern Four Kingdoms to suppress the disaster of the undead.

Before coming to the East, they had agreements with the Churches that they could not arbitrarily harm the locals but only respond to the call to aid in suppressing the undead, so for ten years the situation in the Eastern Four Kingdoms remained unaffected.

Thanks to these dozens of Monarch powerful experts brought by the Churches, the disaster of the undead had been greatly suppressed over ten years, and most undead were extinguished.

To this day, there are no longer swathes of undead appearing, only some extraordinary-powered undead remain, clinging to life in hiding.

Otherwise, relying solely on the extraordinary exponents from the native Eastern Four Kingdoms, it would be nearly impossible to solve the disaster of the undead.

Recently, a blood-red moon had always appeared in the sky.

People did not know why it appeared.

"Has the Red Moon always been a warning from the Lord to us?"

An older follower with furrowed brows and hands crossed over his chest looked out towards the distant villa, trying to find an answer in the vast night.

"Yes, the sudden disaster of the undead and that inexplicable strange red moonlight indeed instill fear in the heart."

A middle-aged woman beside him took over the conversation, her eyes slightly red, clearly filled with worry.

Her daughter had disappeared seven years ago, and to find her, she was willing to join the Dawn Church, even donating part of her family fortune.

"Have we done something wrong that the Divine has sent us such a sign?"

"No, no, we must not presume to guess the intentions of the Divine."

A young Blood Receiver stood up, garnering respectful gazes immediately from the crowd. Though he was young, he indeed possessed extraordinary powers.

Those who acquired extraordinary powers after receiving blood were privately called "true Blood Receivers," and their status in the Dawn Church was indeed much higher.

And thousands of followers still needed to make sufficient contributions to have a chance to obtain the Magic Potion that unlocks the God Pantheon stairway.

His eyes reflected determination and faith.

"The great Lord of the Lost is merciful, every decree of His is filled with deeper meaning, and we should pray more devoutly to find inner peace and wisdom to understand and conform to God's will."

"But faced with such dire circumstances, what should we do?"

Someone raised the question, their voice tinged with helplessness and confusion.

"For ten years the disaster of the undead has not passed, our homes, our loved ones all face unprecedented threats!"

"That is exactly why we need to unite more than ever, to firm up our faith!"

A middle-aged Blood Receiver, who had been fixing a mechanical watch, suddenly lifted his head and spoke slowly. His voice was calm and powerful, as if it could pierce through hearts.

"We must believe that no matter what difficulties we encounter, as long as we have faith in our hearts, there is nothing we cannot overcome. Let us join hands in prayer, seeking the Divine's protection and guidance!"

This middle-aged Blood Receiver, named Owen, was seen by ordinary people as a clockmaker.

He was a third-generation Daybreaker, a contemporary of Colin and others, having joined the Dawn Church for decades. He had reached the 3rd Rank on the Path of Forging, "Sculptor," and was also the host of this assembly, holding a high position, even capable of speaking with the highly esteemed favored ones of the Fischer family!

Everyone revered and admired him immensely.

As Owen's speech concluded, everyone bowed their heads to pray.

The room once again fell into tranquility, with only the faint candlelight flickering, reflecting their devout faces. In this moment, all worries and unrest seemed to be smoothed over by an invisible force, replaced by an unprecedented determination and hope.

Owen took a deep breath and continued to speak, "The Lord will soon awaken."

"At that time, He will bring the Kingdom of God to Earth!"

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The morning in Nasir City was tranquil and solemn, with the atmosphere quietly spreading; the first light of dawn, like fine paint brushed gently by a delicate artist, gradually awakened the sleeping city from the night.

The ancient bell tower appeared indistinctly in the thin fog; melodious bell sounds pierced through the fog, echoing on the quiet streets, proclaiming that a new day was about to begin.n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

Shops along the street gradually opened their heavy wooden doors or iron bars, and the aroma of freshly baked bread from bakeries mingled with the strong coffee scent wafting from distant cafes, creating a unique morning fragrance.

An old man with a hooked nose and a silver-haired girl arrived in Nasir.

"Is this Nasir City?" the old man, squinting his eyes, asked.

The silver-haired girl had red pupils and wore a fluffy dress, looking like an exquisite doll.

She nodded lightly, her nod substituting for a verbal response.

The old man, with his hooked nose and leaning on a cane, had a face resembling that of an owl. His body, slightly stooped in a black suit, was lean yet filled with a sense of strength. His gaze held a strong mockery of the world.

"Good, we are to collaborate with the Fischer family, they should be of help to us, heh heh."

"If this family refuses to help us, then they might as well disappear from the world!"