Vanna came to the prayer room deep in the crew area below deck. After closing the door, she quickly set up the ritual site needed for spiritual communication!

On this boundless sea with limited conditions, the ritual site still used materials that could be found on the ship. She replaced the brazier with a large candlestick, her prayer book replaced the necessary monster, and she smeared the floor with a mixture of salt and oil!

Drawing the runes of the storm and constructing the sacred site—since it was the second time she had done this, she wasn't as clumsy as last time.

The feeling of being watched suddenly came from the side, causing the Inquisitor to stop abruptly!

She turned her head towards the direction of the gaze, seeing a round mirror hanging on the wall in the corner of the room. Light and shadows rippled in the mirror, and a black-haired lady was curiously looking over!

"Sorry~ I didn't mean to peek at your ritual," Agatha's voice came from the mirror, "I was just attracted by the commotion over here!"

"It's okay, this isn't a secret ritual," Vanna greeted this very special new "crew member" who had recently joined the Ghost Ship with magnanimity. "I'm about to contact the Cathedral Ark!"

"Hmm, I know. The ritual process of the Church of Death is slightly different, but I can more or less see what you're doing, but..."

Agatha in the mirror hesitated suddenly.

"But what?" Vanna asked in confusion.

"Is it really okay to set up the ritual site like this?" Agatha looked at the scene in the cabin with great curiosity. "Using a candlestick instead of a brazier is fine, and a regular prayer book instead of a sacred object is barely acceptable, but using salt grains from the kitchen instead of blessed 'pure salt' and cooking oil instead of holy oil! Is the Deep Sea Church's ritual that free?"

Vanna was a little embarrassed. "This... it's mainly because the conditions on the ship are limited. The holy oil ran out before, and I forgot to replenish it when we went ashore! But according to experience, it's not a problem!"

"Then it seems you are indeed a saint deeply favored by the goddess."

Agatha couldn't help but sigh, "Most clergy members wouldn't dare to borrow the power of the gods in such a casual way!"

Vanna's face twitched a couple of times, and she could only say with a straight face, "Uh, thank you!"

"Then I won't disturb you."

Agatha in the mirror waved her hand, her figure gradually fading away. "I'm going to see what Sherry is doing. The captain asked me to supervise her homework." The mirror turned into a mass of darkness, and then gradually returned to its normal reflection!

Vanna watched the lady in the mirror leave, dazed for a while, then turned her head to look at the ritual site she had just carefully arranged, and slowly frowned!

"Is it really that makeshift?"

She muttered to herself with some self-doubt, and then bent her finger and flicked it towards the candlestick—an invisible force instantly ignited the candlestick, and in the next second, it turned into a rising and jumping flame that was brighter than normal candlelight. Immediately afterward, the runes arranged around the ritual site began to crackle, gradually mixed with the rising sound of the sea!

"This is quite useful!" Vanna thought in her heart. In the next second, she gradually sank her spirit, allowing her consciousness and senses to gradually immerse in the surrounding surging sound of the sea. The ritual attracted the gaze of the gods, and the runes borrowed the power of the gods. Vanna allowed this force to move her spirit, and used it as a medium to call the distant Cathedral Ark, waiting for Pope Helena's response!

Spiritual resonance relies on rituals to borrow the power of the Four Gods, and uses this power to strengthen the originally weak minds of mortals, thereby achieving contact between clergy members who share the same faith in the distance. This ancient divine art is a skill that every official clergy member must learn. Even with the continuous development of technology today, even though humans have created convenient modern means of communication such as telegraphs and telephones, this kind of remote communication established between clergy members is still an important way for distant city-states to exchange information!

Vanna felt herself entering a long and dark tunnel, her soul flying rapidly through the tunnel. The surroundings of the tunnel looked like dark rock formations, but when she quickly passed by, wave-like things seemed to float on the "rock formations," looking as if they were about to come alive!

Collecting her thoughts, concentrating her spirit, and controlling unnecessary curiosity and the urge to touch outwards, Vanna silently recited the rules that she had long ago memorized by heart, trying to avoid approaching any solid boundaries in this "tunnel." Then, she saw a glow gradually appearing in front of her!

Similar to going to the Tomb of the Nameless King, a hazy and illusory space was rapidly being established at the end of the "dark tunnel," and an elegant and dignified figure appeared in her vision!

Vanna stopped in front of that figure, and her own illusory shadow quickly stabilized!

"Greetings to you, Your Holiness!"

"No need to be so formal, Vanna. This is not a public occasion."

Helena's phantom returned the greeting, and then asked curiously, "Why did you suddenly call me?

Did something happen on that ship?"

"Everything is normal on the ship, but a major event has occurred."

Vanna took a light breath, organized her emotions, and then slowly opened her mouth, "I am conveying a warning from Captain Duncan—the Ghost Ship is warning the entire civilized world!"

Amber light illuminated the old bookshelves and ancient scrolls. On the large walnut desk, delicate alchemical instruments were maintaining a complex chemical reaction.

In the large and simple study, a plump and amiable elf elder was sitting quietly at the desk. He was the leader of the Academy of Truth, the Pope of Rahm, the God of Wisdom, Rune. The elf elder was watching the alchemical device on the table, but in his eyes, the scene from afar was reflected—

"The Ghost Ship is warning the entire civilized world. We have confirmed that the 'Deep Sea Lurker, Ancient God' awakening phenomenon exists in the deep sea beneath the frost. This 'awakening' process may be reproduced in any city-state. There is evidence that the Deep Sea Lurker's flesh exists in all things!" The short, chubby, and amiable elf elder silently listened to the voice from afar, his expression gradually becoming serious. When the other party finished speaking,

he slowly got up from the desk, walking towards a bookshelf at the end of the room while saying, "Morris, if the most intense part of this news is released to the public, it will be regarded by the entire world as the most shocking heresy in history. Even the Annihilation Cultists will think this is a bit extreme!"

"There is no heresy on the path of truth, teacher. In the 'classics' created by mortals, there are only two kinds: one that has been overturned, and one that is waiting to be overturned. This is what you told me!"

Morris's voice sounded calm and powerful, with a contained sharpness of persistence and courage, which made the elf elder couldn't help but recall many years ago—when this exceptionally talented young human was still a student at the Academy of Truth, he also sought all the answers with such persistence and questioned every problem with great courage!

This curiosity and drive, when placed on a scholar, seemed fiery and dangerous. Countless talented young people would, driven by this force, quickly climb the peak of truth, but many of them would be defeated by the dangers of knowledge itself in the process of climbing. The other part would have the opportunity to calm down, and under the protection and guidance of their mentors, learn to suppress their talents, learn how to carefully sip the trickling stream of truth!

And a smaller part, outstanding students like Morris, would be able to choose a third path!

Mastering the shooting of various light weapons, the use of cold weapons, demolition, mystical self-defense, and comprehensive combat skills within two years!

They were all the pride of the Academy of Truth and the affiliated martial arts school!

Rune stopped in front of the large bookshelf and reached out to pull out a logbook!

After opening it, he slowly flipped through it. Page after page was filled with the smiling faces of former outstanding students!

Their most youthful appearances were left in the magic-containing pages, either standing shyly, waving to the people outside the book, making faces, or laughing heartily!

A young human stood at the door of the classroom, arms crossed, looking over here with a confident expression. Below the black and white image was Morris!

The name Underwood, and the corresponding school record!

"Yes, I taught you that there are only two kinds of mortal classics: those that have been overturned and those that are waiting to be overturned. There is no heresy on the path of truth, because true truth does not need human recognition. It exists forever!"

Rune murmured to himself, one eye looking at the students on the page, and in his other eye, the current appearance of this student was still reflected—white hair had climbed to his temples, completely different from the energetic young man in the school register!

Human life is too short, and establishing deep feelings with humans is actually a difficult and painful thing for elves!

These friends and students always aged quickly, and then turned into a handful of yellow soil before the elves could react. Memories and farewells often came very abruptly, and every sentimentality was always late, and came with irreversible regrets!

But Rune was still happy to accept and teach those apprentices from human society!

Because even in their short lives, these apprentices could still explode with learning abilities that amazed the elves, and in Rune's view, the desire for exploration and the possibilities that were stimulated by their short lives were extremely valuable and special qualities in the process of pursuing truth!

Morris's voice sounded in his mind again: "Captain Duncan believes that it is necessary to inform all the Four Gods Churches of all the information we currently have, only making selective reservations in the process of communicating with the city-states and the Explorer's Association, because the Four Gods Churches have the ability and enough understanding to know how to deal with this warning!"

"That sounds reasonable, but hasn't he thought about another possibility?" Rune said slowly, "The content of this 'warning' is too shocking, it's even like a more extreme heretical argument than the Annihilation Cultists' heresy. The Churches may regard this as hostility, or even treat it as a new heretical proselytization. For some more conservative clergy members... they won't first recognize this as a 'warning,' but will tend to regard this as an attack on their faith!"

"He doesn't care!"

"Oh?"

"A storm is coming, and thunder warns first—but the thunder itself doesn't care whether mortals hide or not. That's the captain's attitude!"

"Reasonable!"