Allsaints Spirit Staff—legend says it was forged by an Origin Realm existence, with heaven-and-earth treasures as countless as stars, hailed as the strongest Semi Origin Artifact staff.

Yet that staff lived only in rumor; even at his full bloom, Molor knew only scraps, and fate let him “witness” it today in an enemy’s grip like a blade at his throat.

As the staff’s might flared fully, Molor’s will to fight guttered like a lamp in storm; one thought flashed like lightning—run.

He turned to withdraw, but the world around him locked like poured glass; unless Yugong Sacred Sound lifted the seal, he wouldn’t leave this iron cage.

“Dammit,” he snarled, like a wolf cornered in winter frost.

With no card left, Molor whipped his spear toward Yugong Sacred Sound like a black dragon, but before it touched, a profound force dissolved it like mist at dawn.

At the instant the spear scattered, his whole body locked like a statue under winter ice, bound by a rule-force as ruthless as iron chains.

“This power… so strong,” he gasped, fear sliding down his spine like cold rain.

Yugong Sacred Sound stood dazed like a moonlit lake; she’d held the Allsaints Spirit Staff for two years, and only today saw a tide of power hidden within.

At this moment, not to mention Molor at early Law Realm, even his peak self would be easily crushed like brittle leaves.

Yes—the staff’s true power rises past the Zenith of Law Realm like a mountain over the plain.

But it demands the wielder’s own strength, or it’s an ocean you can’t steer.

“Huff! Who was so generous, feeding the Allsaints Spirit Staff with a hundred bottles of Supreme Divine Elixir—we’re stuffed like autumn geese,” a crisp loli voice chimed, bright as spring bells.

“Right, not just a feast, but enough leftover medicinal tide to condense bodies; the new master is truly generous,” another youthful voice bubbled like a brook over stones.

As the radiance on the Allsaints Spirit Staff faded like sunset, two clear, childish voices flickered like fireflies at dusk.

“Who are you,” Yugong Sacred Sound asked, her tone soft as falling snow.

“We’re the staff’s artifact spirits,” the teal single-ponytail sprite said, perching like a sparrow. “I’m Wansheng,” her words bright as jade.

“I’m Wanling,” the purple twin-tailed sprite added, her voice like plum blossoms in frost.

Both flew to Yugong Sacred Sound’s shoulders, nuzzling her fair cheek like kittens, their gratitude warm as spring sunlight.

“Thanks, new master; not only did you wake us and feed us a full banquet, but we formed bodies from residual elixir like dew turning to pearls,” they chimed, eyes sparkling like stars.

“By the way, master, you could feed the Allsaints Spirit Staff with a hundred bottles of Supreme Divine Elixir—has Supreme Divine Elixir become street candy,” Wansheng asked, curiosity fluttering like blue wings.

“My name’s Yugong Sacred Sound—just call me Holy Voice,” she said, her smile like a crescent. “As for Supreme Divine Elixir, it’s rare outside like phoenix feathers; at least that Former Demon King has none.”

Looking at Wansheng and Wanling, Holy Voice felt delight blooming like wisteria; she hadn’t thought a hundred bottles could push her overall strength past the Zenith of Law Realm, a bargain like finding gold in sand.

She figured she might keep feeding Wansheng and Wanling with Supreme Divine Elixir, yet to Holy Voice it was nothing, a drop in a vast sea.

“I said so—something as precious as Supreme Divine Elixir shouldn’t be everywhere, but you look like you have heaps like cloud banks,” Wansheng mused, eyes bright as river light.

“Yeah, that was a hundred bottles, like a cellar of stars,” Wanling chimed, astonishment flickering like lanterns.

Wansheng and Wanling stared at Holy Voice, their new master seeming rich beyond rich, like a treasury carved into a mountain.

“Is Supreme Divine Elixir that valuable,” Holy Voice asked, doubt drifting like mist. “Outside, I don’t know, but on the Central Continent, Supreme Divine Spirit Medicine is so abundant it’s endless like a forest, and I have a friend who refines Supreme Divine Elixir with a hundred-percent success rate, steady as the North Star.”

Holy Voice looked at them with mild confusion like rain on bamboo; weren’t Supreme Divine Spirit Medicines fairly ordinary, like stones on a path.

“Are all the spirit medicines on the Central Continent yours,” Wansheng asked, suspicion rising like a heron’s neck.

“…You got it right,” Holy Voice admitted, her voice calm as deep water.

As a Zenith of Law Realm powerhouse, a little focus lets you see the world’s pattern like lines on a palm.

Fresh from surprise, Wanling answered for Holy Voice, her tone crisp as chimes.

“The largest, richest Central Continent has been solely held by the Mizumi Clan for centuries.”

“Holy Voice was born of that world-overlord.”

“In other words—” they said together, excitement bursting like firecrackers. “Follow Holy Voice, and we’ll have endless Supreme Divine Elixir and spirit medicines, like a river that never runs dry.”

“Pfft,” Holy Voice couldn’t help but laugh, the sound like petals drifting. “Of course—I never shortchange my own.”

“Yay yay,” Wansheng cheered, joy dancing like sunlight on water.

“Oh, only with a generous master can life taste sweet and rich, like honey over rice,” Wanling exulted, her grin bright as dawn.

The two sprites’ affection for Holy Voice shot to the sky like rockets, stars blooming in their beautiful eyes.

“Did the previous wielder of the Allsaints Spirit Staff shortchange you,” Holy Voice asked, curiosity like a cat’s whisker.

“Speaking of the last master—he was the great existence who forged the Allsaints Spirit Staff,” Wansheng said, reverence flowing like incense. “He treated us fairly, but soon left us aside and ran off traveling, vanishing like a crane into clouds.”

“Since then, without vast magic to sustain us, we fell asleep like seeds under snow, waiting quietly for the next master,” Wansheng and Wanling explained, voices soft as moonlight.

“I see,” Holy Voice nodded, her gaze drifting to Molor, who still couldn’t move, her smile gentle as spring yet sharp as a blade under silk.

That smile, enough to turn all beings dizzy like wine, made Molor break out in cold sweat like frost.

Dread pooled in his heart like black ink.

“How should we deal with this Former Demon King,” she asked, vengeance rising like a tide.

He had dared oppose the Mizumi Clan, courting death like a moth to flame.

“Dealing with a mere early Law Realm is easy—before you kill him, just pound away like thunder,” Wansheng said, her grin sly as a fox.

“Same here; without our say, he can’t move at all, like a puppet with cut strings,” Wanling added, mischief glinting like sparks.

They shared a look, their smiles turning a shade wicked like crescent shadows, signaling Holy Voice to go wild.

Molor shuddered, his heart thumping like a drum, and then sank into utter despair like a ship swallowed by night.