20demayo Chapter 1163 The Light Emperor and Extreme Yin
Chapter 1163 The Light Emperor and Extreme Yin
"What sins have you committed?" asked the Golden Spirit Priest.
"I have recently sensed that my divine power level... has decreased..." The green dragon priest swallowed hard, his voice trembling, as if it took immense courage to utter these words.
"what?"
The Golden Spirit Priest narrowed his eyes slightly.
The Green Dragon Priest mistook this for a sign of impending wrath and was so frightened that he knelt heavily on the ground with a thud, his forehead pressed against the cold earth, and hurriedly pleaded, "Golden Spirit Priest, please calm your anger!"
"My faith in the Supreme God is as firm as a rock, and I have never harbored the slightest thought of blasphemy! I swear by my dragon soul! But... but for some reason... my divine power is gradually waning. Recently, when I listen to the Supreme God's divine voice, my mind is in a state of chaos, disturbed by noise... Now... now I have fallen to the ninth level..."
"..."
The Golden Spirit Priest remained silent, his heart churning with turmoil: 'So, the other priests are the same...?'
'If it's not a problem with the divine realm, then... could it be the wall of the divine realm? Or...?'
The Golden Spirit Priest's face remained calm and composed, but his deep gaze seemed to pierce through the Green Dragon Priest, looking towards a more distant unknown.
After a moment, he spoke slowly, his voice carrying an ethereal and distant quality: "Divine power is the manifestation of the grace of the Supreme God, like a mirror reflecting the heart. Its waxing and waning are not only related to piety, but also to the clarity of your heart and the understanding of your thoughts."
"Go, look inward, clear your mind and cleanse your thoughts, examine yourself three times a day, and comprehend the will of the gods. When your mind is clear again, the fountain of divine power may flow again."
"Yes... Your subordinate will obey your teachings..." The Green Dragon Priest felt as if he had been granted a pardon. He respectfully kowtowed before bowing and leaving the solemn hall with trepidation.
The heavy temple doors closed silently behind the green dragon priest.
The Golden Spirit Priest stood alone in the enormous shadow cast by the statue, gazing at the sacred pillar of light.
In this profound silence, a barely perceptible, unusual fluctuation, like a pebble thrown into stagnant water, rippled in his keen perception.
"Who?!" He whirled around, his eyes flashing like lightning as he glared at the shadows in the corner of the hall, and shouted sharply, "Come out!"
Before he finished speaking, he had already raised his hand and pressed down!
"Divine Art - Ten Thousand Ren Golden Prison!"
Boom——!
With a deafening roar, the space seemed to be torn apart by an invisible force wherever the Golden Spirit Priest pointed! Countless dazzling golden lights burst forth from nowhere, instantly condensing and extending into countless huge, sharp, and metallic golden giant swords!
These giant swords were not physical objects, yet they exuded a sharp aura capable of cutting through everything. As if they possessed life, they pierced through the air with a sharp whistling sound, coming from all directions, above, below, left, and right, like a cage, frantically strangling, piercing, and sealing off the shadows! The entire hall was instantly filled with violent golden divine light and the shrill whistling of metal tearing through the air!
Where the golden light exploded, a figure was forcibly forced out of hiding!
The man was shrouded in a wide, jet-black robe, its style somewhat similar to that of the priest's temple, but embroidered on his chest was a black cross that exuded an ominous aura. His hood had slipped down slightly, revealing an unusually young face, a cynical, disdainful smile playing on his lips. He hovered in mid-air, seemingly oblivious to the raging, savage golden forest of swords below.
"Hehehehe..." The young fallen sorcerer let out a mocking laugh, looking down at the Golden Spirit Priest. "Your divine power is starting to decline, but your senses haven't deteriorated yet, Golden Spirit Priest."
The Golden Spirit Priest stared at the black-robed youth before him, sensing that the man was also using divine power. He also noticed the cross mark on the youth's body, and his eyes instantly turned cold: "A fallen divine sorcerer?...Are you one of the rebels against the gods?"
The young, fallen sorcerer sneered: "You priests of the Light Emperor's faction, as expected, still love to speak incomprehensibly. That green dragon priest, even though his divine power level decreased, it wasn't his fault, yet you insisted on spouting cryptic, incomprehensible words, telling him to go back and figure it out himself. Hahahaha... It's clearly you priests who are almost out of touch with the divine realm, yet you talk about self-reflection and enlightenment, hahahahaha..."
The Golden Spirit Priest's eyes flashed with a fierce light: "I knew it! It was a trick by you traitors! What did you do to the Wall of the Gods?!"
The young fallen sorcerer's laughter abruptly ceased, but he didn't answer the question. Instead, he looked at him with disdain and said, "The divine race under the Light Emperor's faction is nearing its end. The supreme Yin God will take over this land of myriad races, and the divine realm will sooner or later belong to our lord! ...As for you priests of the Light Emperor's faction...if you don't want to completely lose your divine power, I think you'd better surrender and submit to our Yin God faction as soon as possible, what do you say?"
The Golden Spirit Priest's eyes flashed instantly: "Insolence!"
He raised his hand again and instantly unleashed his divine power.
A golden light, more dazzling than the sun, burst forth from his palm, instantly condensing into a golden ray only the thickness of a thumb, yet extremely refined.
This ray contained an invincible, sharp divine power; wherever it passed, space seemed to be scorched and torn apart, emitting a piercing wail. It pierced straight at the fallen boy suspended in mid-air at a speed beyond the limits of vision.
"boom!"
The golden light pierced precisely through the boy's figure, only dispersing a burst of dense black mist. The boy vanished like a phantom, leaving only his malicious laughter echoing in the empty hall...
The Golden Spirit Priest slowly lowered his hand, and the dazzling golden light faded away.
The hall fell silent once more, with only the statue casting its eternal shadow in the pillar of light.
He stared at the spot where the boy had disappeared, his expression as solemn as ice, and muttered to himself:
"Fallen Priest..."
......
Deep within the black pyramid, underground ruins.
"Crack...crackle..."
As the rubble rolled down, a dust-covered hand suddenly emerged from a collapsed pile of earth and rocks.
Ye Ge struggled to push away a huge rock that was pressing down on him and crawled out.
"Cough cough cough..." He coughed violently, spitting out the dust he had inhaled, and looked around.
As far as the eye could see, there was absolute darkness. The thick, impenetrable ink swallowed all light, making it impossible to see one's own hand in front of one's face.
Xue'er, Xiyao, Adam, and Karl have long since been buried somewhere unknown.
"This place... doesn't feel like the mantle layer, which is over a hundred kilometers deep?"
Ye Ge pondered for a moment, then raised his hand and waved it, illuminating the area with his fire-attribute soul power.