Ah Dai’s face blushed as he lowered his head and said, "Uncle, I forgot the formula you taught me yesterday. Also, I can’t find the route of the energy flow."

Owen nearly fainted to the ground. He had recited the Spell all evening yesterday; Ah Dai surprisingly couldn’t remember it with such a slow training speed.

Ah Dai, lowering his head, said, "Uncle, am I very stupid?"

Owen thought to himself, it’s not just stupid, it’s beyond stupid. He walked over to Ah Dai’s side and said, "I will guide you through a training cycle again, but this time I’ll speed up. Remember it." Then, while reciting the Spell, he helped Ah Dai stimulate the flow of True Qi within his body. Guided by him, Ah Dai quickly entered the state and started training independently. By dawn on the second day, he had successfully circulated the Life and Life Decision seven times.

From then on, Ah Dai entered a regular life pattern. After waking up from training in the morning, Owen began teaching him the language of the Federation of the Xi Bo Clan. Although Ah Dai learned slowly, he was resilient, and under normal circumstances, he could remember with three times the time of a regular person. In the afternoon, Owen would give him a few hours of free time. Ah Dai would generally play with Xi Er’s grandsons, and it was because of their constant companionship that Ah Dai became lively and cheerful. In the evening, after dinner, Ah Dai began to meditate. When all the townspeople fell asleep, Owen would wake him up to train on the Life and Life Decision. At first, Ah Dai always forgot the Spell and the complex pathway of cultivation, not until Owen trained with him for almost a month did he barely remember. Owen told Xi Er that he had saved a certain amount of money to retire here, so he wasn’t working now. Although the money he saved as an assassin was not entirely with him, it was enough for him and Ah Dai to live on. Since reaching adulthood, Owen had never had such a leisurely life. A month passed, and he seemed to have forgotten his original identity, completely integrating into the life of Stone Pond Town.

That day was the fourteenth day of the fourth month of the holy year 989.

Early in the morning, Ah Dai and Owen felt something different in the air. Standing in the yard and looking up at the sky, Owen saw that at this time of day, the sun should’ve been high up, but today it was still dark. Large clouds blocked the sunlight, making the earth unusually gloomy. Gusts of cold wind blew, making Ah Dai, who was standing next to Owen, shiver. He suddenly had an ominous premonition, but couldn’t describe what was going on.

Owen frowned and said, "What’s going on today? Why is it so dark?"

Ah Dai said, "Yes! It feels so oppressive, my whole body seems uncomfortable. Uncle, do you think something is going to happen? Ah! Uncle, look, why are the clouds in the sky turning red?"

Owen was taken aback. He looked up and indeed, the originally gray-black clouds were gradually turning red. This strange astronomical phenomenon seemed to remind him of something. Suddenly, the red blood cloud gradually faded, and the sun appeared in the middle of the sky. The originally dazzling golden light turned into an eerie blood light, staining the earth with a hue of blood color. Owen exclaimed, "The blood-red sun is in the sky."

Ah Dai asked in confusion, "Uncle, what is the blood-red sun?"

Owen shook his head without answering, but he had an indescribable weird feeling in his heart. He had only heard about the blood-red sun, which was said to appear once every thousand years, and this day would be the peak of evil energy. Owen touched his chest. The evil rampant energy filled his entire body. He barely activated the Life and Life True Qi to suppress the evil feeling. He said, "Ah Dai, your Uncle needs to meditate for a while. You’d better not go out. Stay home and practice some Magic. Starting tonight, change your training cycles to nine times." Then, Owen went back to his room. He had to quickly cultivate the Life and Life Decision to suppress the evil energy that was surging forth.

Holy Church, Prayer Temple.

Four individuals cloaked in grand red capes stood at the four corners of the central platform in the main hall, they were none other than the Four Red Robe Priests handling the affairs of the Holy Church. At the center of the platform, a thin, aging man, with snow-white hair and beard, placed one hand over his left chest, and the other on his forehead. His golden sacrificial robe and the gold crown on his head signified his noble status. Below the platform, twelve White Robe Priests were kneeling around it. The incantations continuously echoed through the main hall, with a sacred aura emanating from the Prayer Temple.

Outside the Prayer Temple, a total of eighteen hundred middle and senior monks and goddesses were also chanting prayer charms. The fervor of their prayers echoed through the heavens, surrounded by the sacred aura emanating from the Prayer Temple, their surging holy power soared into the sky incessantly. The strange aura of the Blood Sun in the sky and the sacred aura of the Prayer Temple formed a striking contrast. Amidst the constant chanting, the sky suddenly let out a light-red drizzle. The rain was light, but it dyed the robes of the priests from white to red.

Inside the Prayer Temple, the chanting came to a halt. The old man in the middle of the platform sighed, "The Blood Sun in the sky signifies impending disaster. The rain of blood predicts calamity. It appears that we cannot defy fate after all."

One of the Red Robe Priests said, "Great Pope, we have tried our best. In a few more years, when the disaster begins to loom, as long as we successfully endure it, the Millennium Catastrophe will pass."

The elderly man in the gold robe nodded, saying, "From now on, order all clergy to get ready for war. At the same time, you four must start preparing. Also, initiate the Savior Plan. The Millennium Catastrophe will affect the entire continent. As recorded in the Church’s Holy Scripture, the catastrophe of a millennium past brought devastating destruction to all living creatures. This time, we hope to weather it smoothly. As long as we can successfully find the Savior, it would be much easier for us to cope, so you must find him as quickly as possible." Inwardly, he sighed. A millennium ago, it was due to such a catastrophe that the Church was established. The mega disaster swept across the entire continent, causing countless casualties among different creatures. At the last moment, the Sky God manifested, transforming into the Savior who came to Earth and ultimately expelled evil. The day when evil was completely banished became the first year of the Holy Era, and that Savior became the first Pope. Upon his deathbed, he prophesied that disaster would strike again in a thousand years. The Blood Sun omen today confirmed his prediction. In eleven years, when the Holy Era turns a millennium old, disaster would once again descend upon earth. He wondered if he, this Pope with the divine power, can ward off the disaster. It seemed that he could only hope to find a new Savior.

The four Red Robe Priests bowed in unison, "Yes, Great Pope."

The Pope looked around, chanted, "May the Sky God bless us." A flash of light, and he vanished from the center of the platform. The four Red Robe Priests, driven by magic, fluttered down from the platform. Suddenly, a girl of about ten, dressed in a white gown, with an exquisite, delicate face, ran over, tugging the sleeve of a tall Red Robe Priest, complained, "Dad, dad, what were you doing just now? "

The Red Robe Priest was taken aback and quickly picked up the girl, whispering, "Yue Yue, who let you come here? Didn’t we agree that you would stay at home?"

Yue Yue pouted, "But both you and mom went out, leaving Yue Yue all by herself. It was so boring!"

The other three Red Robe Priests had already left. The twelve White Robe Priests stood up. A tall, slender White Robe Priest came forward, took Yue Yue from the Red Robe Priest, and whispered, "Be a good girl, Yue Yue. Mom will take you home now."

The Red Robe Priest shook his head. He was always at a loss for what to do with his daughter.