Dai Bufan whipped out a sheet of paper. His eyes twitched uncontrollably as he carefully compared the flickering soul lamp’s signals against the contents recorded on the paper, deciphering the message Lu Yang had transmitted at the cost of his own life. 8

For years, Dai Bufan had been in charge of intelligence at the Great Mission Hall, analyzing which pieces of information concealed traces of the Heartless Creed. Unfortunately, even when he pinpointed their whereabouts, the Heartless Creed operated with such caution that by the time he arrived, he usually wound up empty-handed.0

“He’s only been in the Buddhist Kingdom for a few days. How did he already catch the Heartless Creed’s trail?”0

Why is it that I couldn’t find the Heartless Creed despite my painstaking efforts in analyzing the reports?4

“Senior Brother, what do you have on the paper?”...0