I Made Up Forbidden Spells, and They Actually Worked?

Upon hearing the word "divine artifact," Dean Bruce couldn't help but feel a stir in his heart.

The Judgment Blade of Thunder God was merely a sealed divine artifact, yet it had proven its exceptional power. It had easily slain a ghost and even severed the final mechanism statue in the Flowing Sand Secret Realm. If he were to obtain a complete divine artifact, wouldn't that significantly boost his combat strength?

Furthermore, Fedler Tiramifdin's request was not particularly difficult. It was more about investigating certain matters rather than facing off against powerful foes.

With this thought in mind, Dean Bruce no longer hesitated. He asked directly, "What was the name of the mercenary group you formed back then?"

"Starry Sky Mercenary Group!" Fedler Tiramifdin sighed as he spoke. "Back in the day, the five of us earned a formidable reputation in the New Moon Empire. Who would have thought that after only a brief period of time when my avatars were recalled... by the time I descended again, the New Moon Empire had vanished, and my friends had disappeared without a trace."

Upon hearing these names, Dean Bruce fell into deep thought. Unfortunately, the books he had read did not contain any records of them.

Dean Bruce spoke up, "The ancient texts I've studied do not mention anything about them."

After a brief pause, he continued, "Besides that, do you know the names of any other empires? If there are records, it would be helpful to know what era that period belonged to!"

"By the way, what were the names of your four friends?"

Dean Bruce looked directly at Fedler Tiramifdin, his curiosity piqued. What kind of individuals could be recognized by the gods themselves?

"They were..." Fedler Tiramifdin sighed softly, his voice quiet as he said, " John Myster, Shanniak Baldeg, Batru Oka, and Eloy William!"

"As for the names of other empires, the one that stands out the most in my memory is the Golden Empire!"

Upon hearing the name "Golden Empire" and the mention of "Eloy William," Dean Bruce's heart skipped a beat. The surname "William" was not a common one—could it be related to Nicholas William?

Not only that, but the ancient relics that Nicholas William had taken him to explore belonged to the Golden Empire. Could it be that the Golden Empire mentioned by Fedler Tiramifdin was the same one?

Fedler Tiramifdin smiled and said, "It seems like you already have some guesses in mind."

"Indeed, but I'm still not certain," Dean Bruce shook his head and replied. "I can agree to your request, but when will you give me the divine artifact you mentioned? If I have to wait until I've fulfilled my part of the deal, I expect some additional benefits!"

Dean Bruce wasn't foolish enough to help someone without securing something in return first.

Fedler Tiramifdin chuckled. "I'm a second-tier god, after all. Why would I deceive a mere human like you?"

As he spoke, Fedler Tiramifdin waved his right hand lightly. Golden light flickered and gradually formed into a small bowl, which then floated toward Dean Bruce.

Reaching out, Dean Bruce took the golden bowl, and the crisp sound of a system notification immediately echoed in his ears.

"Ding!"

"System notification: Congratulations, host, for obtaining the god-tier treasure—Lord of the Golden Sand!"

Upon seeing the notification, Dean Bruce couldn't help but raise an eyebrow. A bowl—calling it the "Lord of the Golden Sand" seemed somewhat absurd and hard to imagine.

"Hmm?" Fedler Tiramifdin suddenly showed a look of surprise and asked in confusion, "I haven't even introduced it to you yet, and you already know the name of this treasure? How fascinating."

"You didn't know me before, yet you were able to figure this out. It seems there are secrets hidden within you, secrets that even I can't see through."

Fedler Tiramifdin smiled and said, "Don't worry. I have no intention of making a move against you. On the contrary, seeing that you have secrets I can't uncover actually reassures me. It means you're capable of uncovering the truth of that matter for me."

Upon hearing this, Dean Bruce couldn't help but let out a quiet sigh of relief.

If he didn't have to fight a god, that would be the best possible outcome.

Fedler Tiramifdin tilted his head slightly, but didn't say anything further. Instead, he continued, "This treasure is called the 'Lord of the Golden Sand.' All you need to do is channel magic into it, and it will summon golden earth and flowing sand, which you can then control. The more magic you infuse, the more golden earth and flowing sand it can summon. It's both offensive and defensive, and can be used at your will."

Hearing this, Dean Bruce's eyes immediately lit up.

A treasure with effects that could be controlled at will—this was the kind of treasure that was perfect for him!

"Aside from that, there are other abilities, but you'll have to discover them on your own," Fedler Tiramifdin chuckled. "I'm curious to see whether you can fully unleash its potential."

"Since you don't wish to inherit my divine status, our fates are now severed. However, given that you've agreed to my request, I won't directly close this place. You may stay here and continue your cultivation."

Fedler Tiramifdin's voice softened. "If you uncover the truth of that matter, you can chant my name using the Lord of the Golden Sand, and my soul will descend to you."

"I hope that our next meeting won't be too far off!"

With those words, Fedler Tiramifdin's figure began to dissipate, along with the oasis and water pools that rapidly vanished. Dean Bruce found himself once again surrounded by endless sand.

However, countless streams of magic gathered from all directions, and both the speed and purity of the flow were significantly higher than that of the Eighth Level.

Looking around and confirming that Fedler Tiramifdin had left, Dean Bruce muttered softly to himself, "Senior… this term is probably more commonly used by people in modern times, but he said that an old friend of his used to address him in the same way!"

"Could it be that there are other travelers from different worlds in this world?"

"If they are fellow travelers, perhaps we could become friends and find a way back."

In truth, Dean Bruce wasn't overly obsessed with returning to his original world. However, given that it was a possibility, he still wanted to investigate the matter further.

He also wanted to know the reason behind his own transmigration, rather than blindly stumbling around like a headless chicken, becoming just another pawn in someone else's game!

"The Golden Empire, the Golden Empire! The Starry Sky Mercenary Group! The William Family…"

His eyes narrowed slightly, and Dean Bruce made up his mind. The next time he returned to Notting City, he would definitely seek out someone from the William family. At the very least, he needed to uncover the origins and legacy of their family!

If this really is related to the Golden Empire, then they might very well be the descendants of Fedler Tiramifdin's friends!

Dean Bruce's thoughts gradually focused, and he began to recall his entire journey through the Flowing Sand Secret Realm, carefully reviewing every detail to ensure he didn't miss any important information.

At the same time, he was slowly absorbing the gathered magic power. Even though his cultivation talent wasn't particularly remarkable, the dense concentration of magic in this environment allowed his magical growth to progress at an astonishing rate.

Time passed slowly.

Inside the Flowing Sand Secret Realm, there were no stars, no moon, no passage of days and nights—it felt like both an instant and an eternity. Eventually, the magic around him began to show signs of change.

Dean Bruce opened his eyes, and the magic had gradually coalesced into a swirling vortex of light, with a strong pulling force emanating from it.

Sensing the spatial fluctuations within the vortex, Dean Bruce realized that this was a teleportation portal. Without hesitation, he allowed himself to be pulled into it, yielding to the force.

Whoosh—

Soon, he felt the solid ground beneath his feet. The sound of whistling winds and the hum of bustling voices reached his ears.

Opening his eyes, he saw hundreds of figures before him. Scanning the crowd, Dean Bruce spotted Hannah Fields, Carol Lane, and others, and a look of derision appeared on his face.

Clearly, despite Madrid Haru's show of arrogance and dominance, he was actually too afraid to take action against anyone else!

If Dean Bruce had died, Madrid Haru might have dared to fight to the death, but with Dean Bruce stepping into the Ninth Level, Madrid Haru wasn't sure whether he could stop him. He couldn't afford to let this information leak.

If Dean Bruce managed to escape and reveal what happened here, Madrid Haru would be hunted by everyone—except for the Nine Provinces Alliance and the military!

Especially with Hannah Fields present. It was entirely understandable that Madrid Haru wouldn't dare to make a move without being absolutely sure he could silence everyone.

Whoosh—

Just as Dean Bruce was contemplating this, the sound of air splitting echoed, and Madrid Haru suddenly leaped into the air and left the area without hesitation.

There was no choice. When facing Dean Bruce, Madrid Haru hadn't said much, but he had made it clear that he was aligned with the Nine Provinces Alliance. As a traitor, how could he dare to stay?

The others all held positions in various factions, but they prioritized the tasks assigned to them, with some being more urgent than others.

Madrid Haru had come here as the leader of the War God Temple, but to carry out a mission for the Nine Provinces Alliance, he had killed one of his own. How could he not be considered a traitor?

It could be said that Madrid Haru's identity was now useless!

Cough, cough, cough!

A sudden coughing sound broke the silence, and Nelson Paprik leisurely walked up to Dean Bruce's side, his eyes filled with surprise. He spoke, "Elder Dean, would you have time to visit our Alchemist Guild sometime?"

"You want to ask me the secret to entering the Ninth Level?" Dean Bruce countered with a question.

Nelson Paprik chuckled awkwardly. "Discuss! Let's all discuss it! If we can figure out the pattern, it will be beneficial to all of us! After all, we're all from the same continent!"

As he spoke, Nelson Paprik's gaze swept over Prolo Hawthorne and the others behind Dean Bruce, his expression becoming more astonished and even tinged with a hint of greed.