Chapter 784 47: That Day_3

Because Chen Lusi had already swung Tai'e at the forcibly descended deity.

Finally.

They only saw countless golden figures, carrying world-destroying power, surging ferociously from the sword as Chen Lusi swung it.

Leading them was a tall figure holding a Great Halberd.

This became the last scene they saw.

Because immediately after.

Dazzling, brilliant, sun-like golden light exploded, instantly engulfing and swallowing them.

Boom———

...

Time pushed back slightly.

The moment the golden light spots appeared.

Ji Xin and Tang Language, along with the Goddess of Longevity occupying Mount Tai's body, immediately ran to the rooftop of the Celestial Strategy Mansion, using the height difference to gaze into the direction where the golden light spots drifted.

But the distance was truly too far, even with the aid of Spirits and Ancient Objects, they could barely discern the general area the golden light spots headed to; knowing the specific situation over there was nearly impossible.

However, though they couldn't see.

The commotion there transmitted extremely clearly over such a long distance.

The terrifying power, like an almost tangible air wave.

Wave after wave.

Constantly impacting the souls of domestic Advanced Empowerers.

Tang Language's delicate body trembled slightly, if not for being far enough away, her fox ears would have popped out by now.

Truly scared into revealing her true form.

Although Ji Xin appeared calm, her pale hand gripping the wheelchair's armrest tightly still revealed her true emotions.

The two of them gazed into the distance like this, though seeing nothing specific, they remained fixated... for a long time without coming back to their senses.

Until.

A particular moment.

The terrifying power suddenly disappeared.

No.

Not disappeared, but seemed to be swallowed by something.

Only then did Tang Language come to her senses suddenly.

And at this time, she realized her back was already covered with fine beads of sweat.

She lost her usual liveliness, looked at Ji Xin, and in a trembling voice asked: "…Has it ended? Chen Lusi shouldn't be in any trouble, right?"

Upon hearing this, Ji Xin's breath became a little rapid, pursed her red lips, and didn't speak.

Tang Language saw he wasn't replying, immediately turned to inquire the Goddess of Longevity: "Goddess of Longevity..."

But behind her, there was no Goddess of Longevity anymore.

At some point.

The Goddess of Longevity had disappeared.

All that remained was Mount Tai, lying on the ground, fallen into a deep slumber.

Tang Language slowly lowered her head, looking at Mount Tai lying on the ground, her beautiful eyes widened.

And the thought of where the Goddess of Longevity went had just emerged when she suddenly noticed Ji Xin's rapid breathing stopped at the same time.

No matter how foolish Tang Language usually appeared, she wasn't an ordinary person.

In fact, her perception was extremely sharp, almost instantly realizing something, she whipped around, gazing into the distance again.

Then.

Like Ji Xin, her delicate body tensed, breath halted equally.

In the far distance.

The light disappeared.

Or more precisely, it seemed to be absorbed by something.

A vast region.

Everything was swallowed by the void black, boundless chaotic darkness.

As if... that piece of heaven and earth was cut down by something.

Tang Language and Ji Xin slightly opened their mouths, gazing blankly forward.

Then.

That familiar calm voice suddenly echoed domestically.

"You say, you need light to have light... then you try to obscure this light."

Then.

Not allowing Tang Language and Ji Xin to feel happy about it.

Boom—

In the void darkness, golden light suddenly burst out, like a meteor cutting through the chaotic darkness, a blade tearing through the night.

Suddenly brightened.

Immediately following, a booming sound, audible even a thousand miles away, echoed through the heavens and earth.

Distantly.

That chaotic darkness was instantly dispelled.

Dazzling, brilliant, sun-like golden light burst forth!

Just like a nuclear fission reaction, releasing immense energy instantaneously, transforming into a golden light pillar piercing the heavens, shaking everyone's soul as if it might pierce the world directly!!!

Swoosh—

Accompanied by a breaking sound.

The surrounding clouds were instantly shattered.

The golden light pillar continued upward, endlessly ascending!

Tang Language and Ji Xin slowly raised their heads, their pale faces illuminated by the golden light pillar, their minds blank.

And at this moment... throughout East Asia, all Empowerers who could perceive the Spirit raised their heads, seeing that golden light pillar seemingly piercing the world.

Everyone's face was illuminated by the golden light pillar.

...

Roman Catholic Church.

Holy City.

The Iron-blooded Pope, Gregory III, was now very irritable.

Perhaps, more accurately, very uneasy.

Because things had spiraled out of control, with God personally intervening.

What made him even more uneasy was that since just now, the entire Holy City was trembling.

Unknown reason!

"What on earth happened over there! Why did a Heroic Spirit mix into the Holy City, investigate for me!!!"

Gregory III stood before the fragmented statue that seemed on the verge of collapse, looking at the temporary head of the Eastern Bishopric nearby, roaring like an angry lion: "And Lamar Aihai and Arakel Tuck, find a way to contact them and have them report the situation immediately!

Simultaneously, have all the Empowerers affiliated with the Eastern Bishopric, whether in hiding or in the open, investigate the situation and report what happened over there to me!

I don't care what price we pay! Do it immediately!!!"

"..."

The temporary head, over fifty years old and dressed in a red clerical robe, was already drenched in sweat.

After all, Gregory III wasn't merely roaring.

He was also exuding a terrifying aura that seemed capable of destroying everything.

The Iron-blooded Pope was unable to control his emotions.

And for this over fifty-year-old holy office facing such an out-of-control pope, the pressure was evidently immense.

Of course.

The more important reason.

Was the continuous tremors of the Holy City at this moment and... the fragmented, almost collapsing statue behind Gregory III.

This scene was too overwhelming for this devout believer.

His gaze wandered, staring at the scene around him, momentarily forgetting to respond to his Pope.

Until.

Gregory III's voice rang out again: "Were you just questioning God?"

Only then did he jolt sharply, suddenly looking up at the Pope exuding a terrifying aura: "Your Holiness, I wasn't..."

"I can see through your heart."

Gregory III stared intently at the person in charge before him, slowly walked down the steps, the oppressive unease directly transforming into anger and completely bursting: "You were questioning God..."

But before he finished speaking.

Boom—

Almost simultaneously.

Both noticed a flash of gold, fleeting.

Then.

The holy office standing before Gregory III gazed in terror towards behind Gregory III, mouth agape, pupils wildly trembling.

Gregory III's anger halted, unable to turn his head in time.

Thud.

The sound of a heavy object striking the ground rang out.

Then, accompanied by a rolling sound, something rolled to his feet.

Gregory III turned his head stiffly, and upon seeing what had fallen.

His pupils contracted sharply, face full of horror, just like the holy office.

Because what fell was... the head of the statue.

Silently, seemingly cut down by something.

This was no ordinary object... but the statue itself, representing many things.

Now the head had been severed.

After spending a bit of time comprehending what had happened, Gregory III's body began to tremble lightly.

Even before he could react.

Suddenly.

An unprecedented tremor came from beneath his feet.

At this moment, the Holy City looked as though it might completely collapse.

Gregory III staggered, barely steadying himself, yet not recovering from the continuous impacts.

From outside, came the cries of fear.

Gregory III glanced at the door, then vanished from his place, appearing outside.

And outside.

Almost all believers were looking up.

Seeing their expressions, Gregory III slowly raised his head, then became utterly stiff, face blank.

On that day.

The Holy City was aflame with light.

In the sky.

Golden rays erupted, reflecting the fragmented Celestial Kingdom.