Chapter 119: The Temple in the Secluded Valley

Anthony, hearing Silas's reply, looked delighted. "Your enthusiasm for learning is well known. Even His Lordship the Bishop, who is still recovering from serious injuries, greatly praises your spirit of learning and serious attitude."

Silas smiled, somewhat embarrassed. "I can't let everyone's expectations down."

"Oh right, do you still remember Ivan?" Father Anthony asked.

"Ivan?" Silas pondered for a moment and immediately remembered the slender, somewhat introverted and shy young man who was with Father Anthony when he first met him during his hospitalization here.

"I have some impression."

Father Anthony enthusiastically introduced, "Ivan is considered a mystical researcher. He has improved the demon-hunting bullets and the formations on our weapons multiple times. He was originally a candidate for the Purple Moon Agent, but because he was too obsessed with research and had no combat ability himself, he lost his qualification."

Silas nodded slightly. "I haven't seen him in the past half month since I came in."

"He hides in his workshop almost every day and doesn't come out. Since you are so interested in mysticism, I can introduce you to study with Ivan. Although he is not good with words, his research into mysticism, in some aspects, has even surpassed that of the Bishop and Master Jeros. I wonder if you are willing."

Hearing this, Silas's spirits lifted. "Of course, I am willing!"

Anthony, upon hearing this, said happily, "Then I'll take you to meet him after lunch. I believe you two will get along very well."

"Alright!"

Afterward, the two separated.

"Oh right! What kind of injury did the Bishop sustain that he hasn't recovered after such a long time?" Silas asked curiously.

Anthony said, not very certainly, "It seems his eyes were injured, and he still hasn't recovered to this day."

Thump!

Hearing this, Silas's heart suddenly skipped a beat, then returned to normal.

"Oh! That is indeed very serious," Silas said calmly.

After bidding farewell to Father Anthony, Silas frowned. "What's going on? That feeling just now was a prompt from my instinctive inspiration. Was there some important secret in that sentence that I missed?"

"It seems his eyes were injured, and he still hasn't fully recovered to this day…" Silas repeated this sentence in his mind, carefully pondering the meaning of each word, but he didn't find any clues he had overlooked.

"Hiss, hiss, hiss!"

Excessive thinking once again caused a sharp pain in Silas's brain.

"I hope it's because I'm worrying too much and am too tense," Silas comforted himself and returned to the small chapel.

Returning to the chapel, because it had a very sound heating system, it was still very warm here even though no one had been here for two days.

Walking to the bedroom on the second floor, Silas sat on the bed and casually pulled open the bedside table. In the drawer inside lay a thick, black-covered large book: The Evening Bell of the Secluded Valley.

Picking up the large book, Silas slowly flipped through it from the title page. Reading these first few sentences carefully again, he increasingly felt their profoundness.

Turning to the main text, he saw a chapter: The Age of War.

It described how the protagonist was displaced due to war and experienced all the ugliness of the human world while fleeing for his life.

Later, pursued by mountain bandits, he fled to a secluded valley full of mist, which was called the domain of the God of Death, because no one who entered had ever left alive.

The man, utterly desperate, walked in. In a daze, he reached the depths of the secluded valley and saw a magnificent three-story temple.

And at the top of the temple, there was a pitch-black large bell.

"Wait!" Seeing this, Silas's eyes widened as he carefully looked at the description in the text. Then, comparing it with his own memory, he suddenly discovered that the temple in the depths of this secluded valley was exactly the same as the temple on his warship.

Instantly, a tremendous sense of trepidation spread from his soul throughout Silas's entire body. An indescribable emotion, whether fear or excitement, occupied his spirit, causing his entire spirit to fall into an restless, stimulated state.

"What's going on? What's going on?" In this state, Silas's brain thought furiously. The previous sharp pain was overshadowed by his heightened spirit.

"A coincidence? No! How could something like this be a coincidence? What is that? That temple and the warship are not one and the same? Did it exist in reality a long time ago?"

"Or could it be that the author of this book once came into contact with that warship in a dream and vaguely depicted the appearance of the temple and wrote it into the book?"

"Although it's called a novel, after seeing this, I can no longer treat it as just a novel. If the author has never seen the warship in the dream, then it's very possible that the content here is a part of a secret hidden by time, and even holds important clues to understanding my divine body."

Thinking of this, Silas became completely excited. His breathing quickened, his eyes flickered with a frightening sharp light, firmly fixed on the pages in his hand, reading greedily.

This time, he wasn't skimming ten lines at a glance, but reading word by word. Silas didn't even miss the punctuation marks, fearing he would miss some important information.

The first chapter ended with the man finding the temple, followed by the second chapter: The Bell of Despair.

The content of the second chapter was about the man approaching the temple, which triggered an attack from the monsters in the secluded valley.

The man, helpless, approached the temple, only to find that the main gate of the temple was sealed and he couldn't enter.

"Of course, you can't enter. That's the hall of a god!" Silas complained.

In despair, the man climbed up the temple along a nearby cliff. After a difficult climb, he reached the top of the temple, the edge of the large bell.

"Fortunately, there's no spear stuck in the bell. Otherwise, it would have nothing to do with me," Silas complained with a strong sense of immersion.

The reason Silas was able to achieve a divine body was because, for some unknown reason, he had pulled out that spear.

Through the power of the spear, he possessed a divine body.

He continued reading.

The man was surrounded by monsters. He could only hide at the top of the tower, awaiting the arrival of death.

However, while he was waiting, he heard the large bell ringing irregularly.

The sound of the large bell was incredibly deep and carried a heavy pressure, while also possessing an indescribable mystical power.

As the bell sound spread out, all the surrounding monsters were swept away.

The monsters were gone, but the man did not leave.

Because his eyes, his soul, everything was attracted by this large bell. At this moment, he felt that the large bell was his everything.

He sat there as if possessed, doing his utmost to listen to the bell sound.

The second chapter ended here, followed by the third chapter: Standing in the Realm.

The man dedicated everything he had to the bell sound. He sat there withered, carefully savoring and studying the vibration of the bell sound, the rhythm of the bell sound, the transmission of the bell sound, the power of the bell sound, and even researched what this bell sound symbolized.

Gradually mastering the knack, he began to imprint the appearance of the large bell in his memory through his spirit. When the large bell vibrated, his spirit would simulate the bell sound, emitting similar vibrations. Through these imitated vibrations, he gradually mastered the inherent knowledge within.

"This method is exactly the same as the method I analyzed through my divine body," Silas suddenly thought of himself upon seeing this.