Faced with Angmar's inquiry, Furan did not answer directly, but instead said:
"I don't know... but I think He will certainly be much more proactive than your deity."
Angmar was a bit confused hearing these words, not quite understanding what Furan was talking about. Moreover, wasn't Furan being too disrespectful to the gods, speaking like that?
Furan picked up the book in her hand, scanned it, and decided to stay on the same side as this god who had latched onto her.
Since things had come to this, it was a fact that she had helped this god; she might as well see if she could get any benefits.
Furthermore, if this god didn't help, her only remaining means seemed to be using the Blood of the Furnace.
She wasn't sure of the High Priest's strength after turning into a dragon, but it was definitely stronger than the previous Angmar. This wasn't something a single extra cast of a first-tier Spell could solve.
But even she wasn't sure now if she would still be in the Spirit Realm after using the Blood of the Furnace.
Normally, the Spirit Realm's rejection was still relatively acceptable and should allow her to cast a first-tier Spell one more time.
But the Blood of the Furnace was not a first-tier Spell. Until she had cast a first-tier Spell, she couldn't be sure if the Spirit Realm would kick her out of the trial immediately after casting it.
No one had ever released such a high-tier Spell in the Spirit Realm because the Spirit Realm simply wouldn't give trial keys to those who didn't advance through it; most areas would even directly reject such people, preventing them from entering the Spirit Realm at all.
She'd leave it at that for now. If this god didn't show any respect, at worst she would give up on this trial and just mess with Him, and never return to the Spirit Realm again.
Furan sighed, walked to the statue, and pressed the book against it.
Instantly, a brilliant light erupted, making Furan feel like she had been hit by a flashbang, unable to see anything.
Once the light faded, Furan rubbed her stinging eyes before she could barely look forward.
By then, the statue had changed its appearance, becoming a familiar sight Furan had seen before.
It was exactly like the statue in the small chapel she had seen when she first arrived in the Spirit Realm, largely identical to that one.
Only this angel was standing up slightly more; its hands no longer completely covered its face, but instead revealed its eyes a bit, allowing it to see the scene within the hall.
At that moment, Furan suddenly felt the book in her hand grow hot; she looked down.
The book itself hadn't changed much, except for a line of golden words on the cover that were constantly jumping.
[Well done!]
Through this handwriting, Furan could feel the writer's unspeakable excitement, not to mention that this line of text was jumping around on the book.
However, Furan didn't want to share its joy at this moment and spoke up:
"I've helped with your business, so what help can you provide now?"
The jumping words on the book stopped, as if they had heard something incredible, but after a pause, the handwriting changed.
[You will get what you want, because it aligns with what I want; they just happen to be on the same path.]
[I have always stood by your side, Lai Yi.]
[Gaining this temple is still not enough, because if I cannot stop this temple from drifting with the dreams, this area will return to its original state when the next cycle begins.]
[I can tell you that the dragon will be second-tier; you won't be able to defeat it no matter what.]
[But with my help, you will certainly pass this trial, and I will help you establish a slight connection with the Spirit Realm, allowing you to obtain a Talent.]
Furan knew this god was making empty promises to her.
"Why must you defeat that dragon?"
Furan keenly caught onto this point; although if she defeated the dragon, she would definitely pass the trial.
But even if she didn't defeat it, Furan wouldn't necessarily fail the trial; the trial objective stated clearly that it was just an 'attempt.'
Yet the god opposite her kept trying to lead her toward defeating the dragon, making her somewhat suspicious of His motives.
[Because this is the Brilliant Dreamscape of the Spirit Realm; any dream that is not brilliant will not be preserved here.]
[If that dragon destroys Monsa, the entire dream will lead to tragedy, causing the whole dream to collapse and return directly to its original state.]
[Before me, a deity already made this dreamscape 'brilliant'; the Spirit Realm has already recorded the 'brilliant' appearance of this dreamscape, and it will only return to that deity's hands.]
[This is good for both of us; I will take this dreamscape and gain a foothold in the Spirit Realm.]
[This has no downsides for you; I will give you far more than what you've put in.]
Furan raised an eyebrow, noncommittal about the god's words; she knew too little herself and didn't know if He was lying to her.
But rationally speaking, it was best for her to cooperate with this god.
First, she had already invested too much in this trial; it was already a sunk cost, and she couldn't accept getting nothing in the end.
Second, the other party's attitude was relatively friendly, and they spoke directly to the point, basically providing all the necessary information.
If the other party had started with [Please watch your language toward a god], she probably would have ignored everything on the spot, smashed the statue first, and then thought of another way to complete the trial.
Finally, all of this was happening within the Spirit Realm; if any accident occurred, she could return directly to the Material Realm, where no harm could affect her, as the Spirit Realm was the barrier separating the Material Realm and the Astral Realm.
All gods come from the Astral Realm, yet it is difficult for them to reach the Material Realm because the obstruction of the Spirit Realm is simply too strong.
Furan sighed; since things had come this far, she could only continue.
"Alright then, what do you want to do."
[Open this book to the middle, then hold it with both hands in front of you and stay still.]
Although it was a bit strange, Furan did as she was told, flipping the book open randomly without even looking and holding it out in front of her.
A dazzling light emanated from the hall again, turning everything in the entire temple into a field of white.
This time, however, Furan's eyes weren't blinded by the light; she could feel it was gentle.
Amidst the light, Furan saw golden patterns appear on the book in front of her, entwining around the pages to form handwriting she couldn't understand; this time, she couldn't read the meaning on it either.
Vaguely, Furan could see the phantom of an angel, but she couldn't make out its features, only its pure white robes and wings the color of snow.
At the same time, she also noticed that the yellow robe she was wearing had changed; simple patterns began to appear on it, and the overall color slowly shifted toward a lighter shade.
A soft female voice flowed gently into her ear, warm and kind.
"My name is—the Lord of Radiance."
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