In a corner of Erbil City.

Three to five oddly shaped humanoid ceramics stood in the open-air alkali pool. Although they appeared lifeless, like dead objects, their voices, either deep or sharp, resonated continuously on a spiritual level.

"My brothers, have you heard? The newly born ’Bright Silver’ is truly a lucky one. Without any meritorious deeds, he was directly assigned by Your Majesty to the Cyan Porcelain Knight’s Knight Order."

"There’s nothing to envy about. A strong brother born close to Tier 4 deserves such treatment.

Our forms in this life are rewards from the Lam God for our achievements in the past life.

As long as we accomplish more in this life, when we reach the end of our life and return to the [Fire of Creation], one day we will return to this world in a new form."

"Indeed, in this home blessed by the Lam God for the Ceramic People, only by purifying all flesh creatures can we win the favor of the Main God and become like ’Bright Silver’ in the next life!

On the night of the full moon, Animal Kingdom, the army heads east, blood flows into rivers!"

"Roar! Together, together, blood flows into rivers!"

The ceramic people, who initially seemed to have a peaceful outlook, transformed into bloodthirsty zealots in an instant, truly astonishing.

Hoo—!

A gentle breeze suddenly swept over their heads, and then unobtrusively traversed the city, yet it behaved like a naturally flowing wind without revealing any signs of anomaly.

"Such deeply ingrained hatred..."

Aiven activated the [Meteorological Spirit], transforming into a gust of wind, blowing into this core city of the Ceramic People.

With the [Eye of Profound Wisdom], no matter how secret the mind communication was, it could not escape his eyes and ears.

Whatever conflict existed between the Muriyans and the Twin Gods, Aiven would not comment, but his inherent stance would never align with these "ceramic monsters" who treated intelligent beings as food.

Driven by purpose, he continued forward.

The style of this Ceramic People’s city was distinct from human or intelligent animal cities, filled with functional buildings whose specific uses were impossible to decipher from the perspective of carbon-based creatures.

The roads were of white fine sand, the city’s structures mainly wooden, with minimal use of stone materials, and the sight of steel utensils was rare.

There were not even any residential units based on family structures.

Throughout his journey, Aiven mostly encountered: "oil bath," "maintenance," "waxing," "polishing," "alkaline bath"... and other facilities serving the Ceramic People.

This is because, although under the protection of spiritual power, the strength of ceramics was comparable to steel, with even steel files unable to leave any scratches on ceramic bodies.

But without the protection of spiritual power, apart from those Tier 3 and above high-tier transcendent joints capable of moving freely, ordinary ceramic bodies’ strength was not significantly better than true ceramics.

Regular maintenance was indeed one of the core aspects of the Ceramic People’s daily life.

Otherwise, there wouldn’t have been so many [Echoes of Residue] and [Residue] produced in the "Gray Forest."

Flying in mid-air, Aiven spread out subtle electromagnetic waves to listen to the entire city’s movements.

"Got it!"

Woo woo woo...

An invisible wind swooped down towards the city’s center from the sky.

Aiven intentionally avoided most Tier 4 Transcendents in the city; although Ceramic People might never have interacted with Elemental Creatures or been cautious against such forms of intrusion.

But for those adept at applying spiritual power, high-tier existences, it was still very likely they would sense something amiss with this breeze.

"Mr. Jelos truly lives up to his reputation as an experienced adventurer; even caught in the midst of foes full of high-tier transcendents, he obtained such valuable information, truly seasoned."

He flew all the way to the Central Divine Hall of Polychrome Pottery, presenting a multi-colored glaze with a lustrous finish and very high-quality craftsmanship.

After confirming it was truly a "deceased" hall, Aiven followed the route provided by Jelos’s information, sneaking inside.

Compared to the kingdom’s divine hall opposite, here, no traces of post-construction modifications could be found, focusing closer on divine spirit essence, containing numerous carvings and murals celebrating the Lam God.

Following a wide channel that shields against spiritual power detection through twists and turns, avoiding those high-tier Ceramic Priests in the divine hall, especially the General Black Pottery stationed here.

After more than ten minutes, he finally arrived at the deepest space, similar in layout to the Raham Temple opposite.

Floating quietly above the dome seemingly constructed from refractory material, eyes shining with spiritual light, peering down at the fiercely burning kiln.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh...

His gaze easily pierced through the flames, seeing clusters of spherical clay seeming to be reshaped by invisible forces, gradually differentiating like embryos into distinctly unique human forms.

Male, female, old, young, pottery, porcelain, white porcelain, cyan porcelain, black porcelain... all burning red all over.

As time slowly passed, the firing process gradually completed, and a miraculous transformation from death to life quietly emerged within the kiln.

An increasingly strong Extraordinary Spiritual Light solidified on those Ceramic People; did they just come to life like that?

Clearly, apart from the DNA in flesh creatures, other forms of "Life Code" carriers existed in this world.

Normal carbon-based creatures’ genetic code—DNA, possesses both materiality and informationality; while Elemental Creatures similarly have chain-like genetic information, they don’t rely on material, being independently in an informational state.

Although Aiven’s current research mainly focuses on carbon-based flesh creatures, related research on Elemental Creatures also progresses continually using the common [Golden Chain] as a bridge.

Coupled with the knowledge repository of the "Life Tree School," his understanding of Elemental Creatures was similarly profound.

These Ceramic People’s existence forms were likely identical to Elemental Creatures.

But what most caught Aiven’s attention was not this, but the golden flames floating in the center of the kiln, where countless translucent chain structures were weaving in and out of the Ceramic People’s bodies.

"What is this? The that grants life to inorganic matter?!"

At this moment.

It is the golden flames burning fiercely, filling every inch of the kiln, enveloping large and small clusters of inorganic porcelain clay.

Using this independent state of information as a framework, and porcelain clay as the filling, a "living" Ceramic Person was created.

Clearly, the key to the birth of Ceramic People lies in this golden flame they call the .

The is fully powered.

A massive stream of information swiftly flashes through Aiven’s eyes.

Until this batch of Ceramic People is fully sintered, and a group of priests take away the intact and partially cracked , Aiven finally reaches a conclusion.

The should be a remnant of the fallen Lam God, just like the sweet water.

But after being washed by time through the Fourth Era Zongderilic and the Fifth Era Tonatiuh, it has long turned into a natural phenomenon like volcanic eruptions, lava lakes, and underwater hot springs.

Originally, it might have been loading a from a certain Elemental Creature, most likely a beloved of the Lam God, making it a magical installation package.

The Ceramic People created now, like the wise animals on the opposite side, are far from the original version.

Aiven silently chants in his heart:

"This treasure should be fated to be mine!"

Although the is materially different from DNA base pairs, its basic encoding structure is the same.

Just replacing the inside can conveniently create various permanent Elemental Creatures without harshly manufacturing high-temperature, high-energy environments.

Or using to assimilate it, it’s easy to create with a flick of a finger like making carbon-based creatures.

So he decisively makes a move.

Aiven’s heart stirs, and the vast world turns into his body.

Replacing heaven’s will with my heart, Aiven temporarily substitutes his own will for the world’s consciousness within a radius of several kilometers, starting to give orders.

The only gazes at the , which returns to its fire seed state after its work ends, reaching out with an imaginary grasp.

As the red spiritual light of flashes, threads of golden flame stream break forth from the kiln, along with the which Aiven copies completely.

However.

The Animal Kingdom at least has a reproductive channel of combining to give birth to offspring, but the Ceramic People only have this one method of continuation, their emphasis on the far exceeds that of wise animals.

Clang! Clang! Clang!...

Nothing abnormal in the Material World, but in the spiritual realm, a piercing alarm bell continuously rings. Aiven shrugs, unsurprised, with no slowdown in his actions.

But after two or three breaths.

Whoosh! 𝙧𝙚𝙚𝔀𝒆𝓫𝓷𝙤𝓿𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝙤𝓶

A tall figure clad in matte black pottery armor appears out of thin air, the Black Pottery General responsible for guarding the Great Divine Hall today.

"Who dares? Bold!"

Immediately upon appearance, he unhesitatingly unleashes a towards the direction of the Psychic Warning.

Boom!

Aiven’s spell is finally interrupted by this Tier 4 Magical Transcendent, but by now, the has already decreased by a third.

And witnessing this, the Black Pottery General’s eyes, with black sclera and golden pupils, seem to blaze with scorching flames.

"Ah, you scoundrel! Return the to me!"

Aiven boldly reverts to human form, cradling the brilliant golden flame, and provocatively smiles at him:

"Do you see the ?"

Claps hands.

Boom!

Seemingly dispersing it, yet quietly receiving it within the .

"Ah, is it gone?"

Then he gives him a thumbs-down with his pinky.

"Tsk tsk, pitch black, nothing special!"

Crash——!!

The Black Pottery General, deeply wounded in pride, almost explodes on the spot as his spiritual power boils, while the fragments of pottery not yet cleaned on the ground begin to float slowly.

"Sinner! I’ll extract your soul and roast it for ten thousand years!"

The palace shakes intensely, and the Black Pottery General, whose Tier 4 status is akin to a mortal, draws the longsword from his waist and ascends into the sky.