Chapter 2854 - 2855: Divine Temple of Light

Chapter 2854: Chapter 2855: Divine Temple of Light

In fact it didn’t even take ten seconds. The moment Xue An’s words fell, Wu Qiming bounced up from the ground like a spring.

"Go go go, let’s hurry over right now!" Wu Qiming said, still shaken.

The pain that had just pierced straight into his soul was simply too intense, to the point that Wu Qiming still hadn’t quite recovered.

His earlier killing intent had completely vanished; at this moment he only hoped to get this done as quickly as possible, to win himself a sliver of life.

So the road ahead went very smoothly. Though the defenses were practically airtight, with Wu Qiming leading the way they didn’t run into any obstacles, and soon arrived before the Temple of Light.

Only when you stand before this temple yourself can you truly feel its grandeur and magnificence.

This was a saying that had long been circulating through the Palace of Light.

Xue An wouldn’t be moved by such external trappings, but when he gazed upon this palace, his heart still trembled slightly.

Although his Divine Sense was currently being suppressed so much he couldn’t even lift it, by instinct he could vaguely feel that within this temple there seemed to be some indescribable aura lurking.

Yet when Xue An tried to sense it more carefully, that aura mysteriously vanished again.

Xue An slowly let out a breath, a hint of solemnity appearing in his eyes.

Could that obscure, indistinct aura just now have been the Lord of Light worshiped by the Palace of Light?

So it really was like the rumors said, impossible to perceive or observe by any means.

Just as Xue An was sinking into thought, Wu Qiming at his side was all the more restless.

As for this "young girl" standing beside him, Wu Qiming now could be said to feel both respect and fear.

He respected those unfathomable methods, and feared that he might change his mind halfway and detonate that Talisman Spell planted in his sea of consciousness.

In truth, he still didn’t know Xue An’s true identity, and he didn’t even dare be sure whether he was male or female.

He only knew that if he didn’t cooperate properly right now, his little life could really end here.

So after thinking for a long while, his face remained calm, but he asked in a low voice.

"Gi... girl... what should we do now? Although I’m also a Red-Robed Archbishop, just by myself I absolutely can’t lure the members of the Elders Council out from inside!"

"No need, just go in according to the usual process," Xue An withdrew his gaze and said lightly.

Wu Qiming still wouldn’t give up. "Girl, I really think you ought to plan this carefully. Once we go in, it’s a dragon’s lair and tiger’s den. If anything goes wrong..."

Wu Qiming didn’t finish the sentence, but the meaning was obvious.

The Temple of Light was the absolute forbidden ground of the Palace of Light. The Holy Maiden and the Elders Council all sat in town here; the slightest misstep meant eternal damnation.

Xue An smiled faintly, then glanced at him. "Relax, I have my own plan."

Though his tone was casual, his resolve was firm as iron.

Wu Qiming shut his mouth and stopped trying to dissuade him.

Because he knew that whatever he said now would be useless.

He could only silently pray that he’d survive this ordeal, then slowly stepped forward and pushed open the temple’s great doors.

In fact, in the entire Palace of Light, those who could personally touch these doors were extremely few.

Thankfully, as a Red-Robed Archbishop, he counted as one of them.

So with a mighty push, the temple doors slowly opened, revealing the resplendent scene within.

The Palace of Light seemed to have no idea what "plain" meant.

Every church they built was more extravagant than the last, and this Temple of Light was the most luxurious of them all.

For example, the floor beneath their feet was polished from Eternal Spirit Jade; beyond being bright enough to reflect a person, it also mirrored that pure-gold ceiling.

Don’t ask how the ceiling was hung up there—if you’re asking, it’s just that poverty has limited your imagination.

Even Xue An, who was used to grand scenes, couldn’t help but marvel at the Palace of Light’s lavishness as he walked along.

Say nothing else—this single temple alone might well equal the entire wealth of an ordinary Sect.

And that was just what could be seen on the surface; the wealth hidden in the dark would surely be even more astonishing.

Take Wu Qiming, for example. Even as a Red-Robed Archbishop who didn’t exactly hold great favor, he could possess a chapel that luxurious.

From this you could imagine these people’s decadence and riches.

Of course, these thoughts only flashed by. In Xue An’s eyes right now, all the wealth in the world added together wasn’t worth as much as a single fragment of The Celestial Mirror.

After all, that was what determined whether he could defeat Shuming and restore the Multiverse’s timeline.

With that in mind, Xue An lowered his head and followed behind Wu Qiming into the center of the temple.

"Old Seven, today is not an audience day. What are you doing here?" A few elderly men in red clerical robes stood in the center of the temple; the one speaking was among them.

Although from Xue An’s angle he couldn’t see their faces clearly, just from the almost tangible Power of Light condensed around them, he could guess their identities.

So these were members of the Elders Council!

They really were as terrifyingly strong as Wu Qiming had said!

Xue An’s heart tightened silently.

He had courage, yes, but that didn’t mean he was blindly arrogant.

Especially in a moment as dangerous as dancing on the tip of a blade, even Xue An had to be one hundred and twenty thousand times cautious.

"Third Elder, today I happened to acquire a girl with exceptional talent, and I thought of how the Holy Maiden has always been short of a handmaiden, so I brought her over to see if the Holy Maiden would be satisfied!" Wu Qiming said with a fawning smile.

The Third Elder turned to look at Xue An when he heard this.

In that instant, even Xue An felt his heart jolt.

Such powerful pressure.

Such bright eyes. ℯℯ𝑙.

If it had been anyone else, they probably wouldn’t need to lift a hand—just that single gaze would be enough to crush them.

But how resilient was Xue An’s Dao Heart? After only a slight tremor, he slowly lowered his eyes.

The Third Elder couldn’t help but feel a bit surprised.

This girl, who looked so delicate, could actually withstand his gaze without changing color. Her talent was indeed quite good.

But soon, he said in a deep voice, "Her temperament is fairly calm, but..."

The Third Elder’s tone chilled.

"The choice of the Holy Maiden’s handmaiden is a major matter. Old Seven, though you mean well, this isn’t something you should be meddling in."

Wu Qiming was burning with anger inside, but his smile didn’t change.

"Your lesson is right, Third Elder. I know what I’ve done is somewhat improper, but this girl—whether in looks or temperament—fits too perfectly. I really couldn’t help myself, so I’ve taken the liberty of presenting her!"

Before the Third Elder could speak, another old man at the side spoke in an aged yet incontrovertible tone.

"Old Third, Old Seven can be counted as loyal. There’s no need to be too harsh on him."

"Yes! Big Brother, your lesson is right!" The Third Elder immediately stepped half a pace back and lowered his head in respect.

Wu Qiming hurriedly hunched lower and performed a standard Light salute.

"Great Elder!"