"Divine treasure?"

Mercury Trojan Horse suddenly pulled out a small knife. When Tahmas glanced over, she sliced off her own wrist and tossed it into the campfire. The flesh melted into the flames like snow. As the tongues of fire rose higher, the advance of the night seemed to slow to a halt.

"More precisely, a Divine Spirit's treasure," she said calmly. "You have only been here for a day. What impression do you have of Myriad Continent?"

Harvey said, "A rotting mess crawling with life. To put it more kindly, dead wood somehow managing to sprout new buds."

Iger added, "The environment here is extremely harsh. You face threats from both within and without. At night, you have to contend with the danger of Twisting Green, while internal strife is just as severe, with different Grand Law ideologies constantly clashing."

Ashe mused, "This kingdom is nothing but a chaotic wasteland. From what I've heard, you once had a glorious age, so I cannot understand how things came to this. It is already the year 1668, yet you remain trapped in an era of endless warfare."

Mercury Trojan Horse nodded. "An extremely accurate assessment. On Myriad Continent, holy wars between sects are inevitable. The ideals embodied by the Grand Laws are often vast, sometimes extending to every person on the continent. Take the Fire Cat ideal of allowing ordinary people to wield spirits, for example. To realize such an ideal, a sect must first unify the Myriad Continent before it can gather everyone's strength to overcome the great obstacles ahead.

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