Ray’s Miracle Workshop was situated close to the Moon Tower and near the Yesael Tower.

The workshop was cluttered with various components, creating an atmosphere of complete chaos. Miracle ritual stone slabs of all sizes were scattered throughout, making what should have been a spacious area feel like a cramped maze.

Only upon reaching the innermost section did one find a cleared space, where a table stood covered in scrolls.

A door in this section led directly to an outside corridor, with bright light streaming through the doorway.

Walking outside, one would discover the corridor was several dozen meters above the ground, with several aircraft placed along its length.

“This is my Miracle Workshop. It’s where I live and work,” Ray said with a grin.

“I don’t just make aircraft here. I also tinker with other things, like singing boxes, mechanical grippers that climb walls on their own, and gliders based on simpler aircraft designs.”

Ray walked back inside, introducing his home and workshop while picking up various strange and peculiar objects to show them.

Gamel was now getting to know Ray. He was no longer as fearful as before and did not feel like he was speaking with a great Divine Child.

Ray did not quite look like a living person, yet he was surprisingly easy to get along with.

He was not at all as arrogant as Gamel had imagined.

In fact, Ray turned out to be quite interesting.

After arriving at the Abyss Royal City, the first thing Gamel had noticed was the clothing of the Demon Spirit race.

It was a magnificent and delicate fabric that, according to legend, only existed in the kingdoms of the gods.

This kind of fabric could not be woven by snake people. Its beauty was too exquisite for the mortal world.

Yet in this city, it did not seem particularly precious.

At this moment, he saw a large amount of this same fabric hanging in Ray’s Miracle Workshop. He could not help but ask.

“Mr. Ray,” Gamel asked, his curiosity evident, “this fabric is said to be the work of divine beings. How do you make it?”

“Are there skilled artisans here in the Abyss Royal City who create and sew such exquisite materials for you?”

Ray, hearing Gamel’s question, immediately turned and looked at him with confusion.

“Make it?” Ray repeated, raising an eyebrow.

“No, there’s no need to make it,” he explained casually. “It can simply be transformed.”

Gamel blinked in surprise.

“Transformed?”

Gamel was completely bewildered. Oran, however, roughly understood what Ray meant, although he had never seen it himself.

Ray rummaged through a pile of miscellaneous items for a long while before finally pulling out a stone slab.

He compared the ritual array on it with the corresponding Ancient Spirit names, then nodded.

“Yep, this looks about right,” Ray said with a nod.

“It should still work.”

He pulled some items that seemed like junk from a corner, arranged them on the slab in approximate proportions, and placed both hands firmly on it.

A vibrant light emerged above the stone slab. Within the glow, the “junk” dissolved and reformed, transforming into a shimmering dust.

Moments later, a stunning piece of fabric materialized above the slab and floated down gracefully.

Ray demonstrated the process for Oran and Gamel, gesturing toward them with a proud smile.

“Look!” Ray said, pointing with excitement. “It appears just like that.”

It was as if he was saying it was all just that easy.

The sight left both Oran and Gamel utterly speechless.

This was neither alchemy nor a divine technique.

This was a miracle.

Gamel could hardly believe that such a race existed in this world, a race whose daily necessities did not require forging, smelting, or firing.

All they needed was to take out a stone slab, arrange some items on it, and press down with both hands. In an instant, they could transform anything into existence.

The Cup of Desire pinned to Oran’s chest lifted its flower cup slightly. Gamel watched Ray’s figure intently. In that moment, he began to grasp the true meaning of being a descendant of the Divine King.

Oran glanced at the stone slab, then at the cluttered and confined room. He softly spoke its true name.

“As I expected,” Oran said. “This must be a Miracle Ritual Workshop.”

Although Oran was familiar with nymphs, he knew they held only a fraction of the spirits’ power.

The Storage Nymph had once mentioned that her exquisitely beautiful possessions were all crafted by the spirits.

In the Spirit Country, such things were said to be piled high like mountains, their quantity beyond measure.

The spirits could create anything with a mere thought. They could turn cakes into walls and houses, or craft thread dolls that became entire playgrounds.

They could transform candy into stars to light up the sky, wine into flowing rivers, and gold and silver into towering mountains.

This was the power of miracles.

Hearing about it made the spirits’ power seem like a dream, filled with fantasy and an almost unreal quality.

Even though Oran had witnessed it before, seeing it again now left him deeply shaken.

Ray, however, found all of this quite normal. He casually picked up the fabric and handed it to Oran and his companion.

“I don’t know what to give you,” Ray said.

“So, I’ll give you this as a gift for your first visit.”

The guests were clearly Gamel and Oran, yet at this moment, the two of them were completely immersed in the shock and incomprehensibility of the Miracle Technique.

Gamel controlled the silver flower cup to point at Ray and asked with emotional excitement.

“What power is this?” Gamel asked.

“Can we use it? Can the snake people use it?”

“What else can this stone slab transform? Can it transform food?”

Gamel thought about how such a power would mean limitless resources and endless possibilities for the snake people. With it, they would never face hunger again and could have everything they needed.

Oran addressed Gamel’s thoughts with a calm explanation.

“This is the power of miracles,” Oran said.

“It is a power that belongs solely to the spirit race.”

“The true source of this power is not the stone slab, but the spirits who dwell in the Creator’s Domain.”

“They can transform magnificent divine weave and all kinds of food. They can create oil, candy, pastries, and even the gold and silver vessels to hold them.”

“They can shape ice, white pottery, and crystal into any form they desire.”

“As long as we can imagine something, they can bring it into existence with a simple wave of a hand.”

Oran remembered the time when the Storage Nymph Saint Raphael lived among mortals. She had everything mortals could dream of and even things beyond their imagination.

Even the most noble king would have appeared as a beggar in her presence.

Gamel controlled the flower cup to turn around and point at Oran.

“The spirits’ power?” Gamel asked.

When Gamel was small, he had heard fairy tales. The Dream Sovereign had the spirit race by his side, and they could transform all sorts of things.

However, the word “transform” had many interpretations.

What Gamel saw just now was something truly transformed into being.

Fairy tales and fantasy had become reality right before his eyes.

Oran looked at Gamel and spoke to him.

“But this is a power that belongs only to Ray and his kind. It does not belong to the snake people, nor does it belong to this era,” Oran said.

“This is the Creator’s blessing to them, and it belongs only to them.”

Ray was not clear about the current situation outside and could only tell the two of them what he knew.

“The ancient Demon Spirits made a covenant with the spirit race, which is why we can use the power of miracles,” Ray said.

“As for when the covenant was made, we have actually long forgotten.”

“We only vaguely remember how to use it.”

Gamel’s mood at this moment was hard to describe. It was beyond envy. Perhaps even his envious heart had been washed away, leaving only admiration.

The gap was simply too great, making one feel it was impossible to reach.

They were born in the Creator’s garden, possessed the bloodline of the Divine King, and controlled the power of the Ruhe Great God.

The Creator blessed them with the power of miracles, allowing them to possess everything out of thin air.

At this moment, Gamel thought with some desolation in his heart.

“We are mortals. They are Divine Children.”

Ray did not know what Gamel was thinking. He enthusiastically pulled Oran to the outside corridor and began introducing his aircraft.

“Look at this one. This is a single-person aircraft I made,” Ray said.

“This one can seat two people.”

“And this one is a dual-wing design I envisioned, but it’s not finished yet.”

Ray enthusiastically explained the manufacturing principles and structural details of the aircraft, along with the properties of the materials he used.

As Oran listened, he realized that only those who had mastered the Miracle Technique could create such aircraft, as the current smelting technology of the snake people was not advanced enough to achieve it.

Even so, Oran paid close attention to Ray’s explanation, waiting patiently until he had finished before asking about his motivation for designing a new aircraft.

“Ray,” Oran asked, “why are you working on a new aircraft?”

Ray grinned. “I want to fly to where the sun rises.”

Oran raised an eyebrow. “Where the sun rises? Why would you want to do that?”

Ray’s eyes lit up. “Someone once told me that if you keep flying toward the sunrise, you’ll reach a new world. They said there’s a New Continent out there.”

He paused for a moment, then added, “The Avel people sailed there by boat. I want to see if I can get there with my aircraft.”

Oran shook his head slightly. “The Avel people traveled west, Ray. That’s where the sun sets.”

Ray was stunned for a moment and adjusted his direction to look over there. That direction was west.

Upon learning it was the west, however, Ray suddenly became somewhat dejected.

“It would have been better if it were toward the sun,” Ray said thoughtfully.

He clapped his hands and turned to face the east.

“The continent to the west has already been discovered, so there’s no point in going that way.”

“Maybe if I head toward the sun, I can find another continent, a world no one has ever seen.”

Oran shook his head slightly. “I wouldn’t know. I have never left Ruhe Beast Island, let alone traveled to where the sun rises.”

Ray leaned in closer, his eyes gleaming with excitement. “But doesn’t the idea sound thrilling? Just imagine it!”

Oran did not understand if Ray truly wanted to search for a new world and a new continent, or if he simply wanted to fly toward where the sun rises.

After learning Ray’s purpose, Oran still hoped to persuade him to abandon this method.

“The thing is, you cannot possibly fly out of Ruhe Beast Island.”

Ray asked him in confusion, “Why not?”

Oran said, “Because no matter which direction you fly, you cannot cross the Black Storm.”

Ray, however, was unwilling to give up. He believed that if the Avel people could find a way to leave Ruhe Beast Island, he could try as well.

“As long as I find the method, I can definitely fly out. Someone managed to leave before, like the Avel people did.”

Oran had originally wanted to say that since the Avel people, no one else had left Ruhe Beast Island.

But seeing Ray’s excited and enthusiastic appearance, Oran did not say it. He vaguely understood that Ray was an incomparably persistent Demon Spirit.

As long as Ray decided on something, he would pursue that one chance of success, even if he failed a thousand times, died hundreds of times, or crossed through the cycles of the ages.

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Ray’s Miracle Workshop

Oran was helping Ray modify his aircraft. After returning, he had thought for an entire night and came up with a new plan.

Ray’s original plan was simple and straightforward. It involved mounting a hot air balloon powered by flames onto the aircraft.

Ray planned to bring along a flame Demon Spirit and a kite Demon Spirit. He would operate the aircraft in the front, the flame Demon Spirit would become a hot air balloon to rest in the sky, and the kite Demon Spirit would occasionally drag them while gliding.

The three Demon Spirits would form a team, alternating and cycling forward to maintain their progress.

However, there was a flaw in this plan.

The flame Demon Spirit could float in the sky as a hot air balloon on its own, and the kite Demon Spirit could fly freely wherever it wanted.

Ray, on the other hand, could not fly. It seemed as though the other two would be dragging him along like a burden.

If the kite Demon Spirit and flame Demon Spirit did not have limited spiritual power that required rest, they might not have needed Ray’s aircraft at all.

Oran’s plan was different. He proposed creating a Third-Rank Alchemical Artifact aircraft that utilized the powers of wind and lightning Seal Imprints.

“The wind Seal Imprint will help boost the aircraft’s speed, while the lightning Seal Imprint should shield it from the storm’s lightning,” Oran explained, glancing at Ray.

“But even with those, it still won’t be enough to get you through the Black Storm,” he added with a hint of concern.

Ray nodded, eager to try. “This sounds good. Let’s try it first!”

Seeing Ray agree, Oran continued.