105: Contract Formation / Witnessed by Thousands

In an instant, the entire situation reversed.

Bai Li was pinned down by soldiers rushing up from both sides and unable to move.

"Father!" Bai Li struggled, trying to rush forward. "I was wrong! I was wrong! Please forgive me!"

It wasn't until this moment, after seeing the Father God with his own eyes, that Bai Li learned to bow his head and admit his mistakes.

He originally thought that the Father God was just playing around.

During his decades at the temple, Bai Li had never seen a man with any beloved pets.

The man was even more capricious, constantly changing his angelic servants, with no fixed choices at all.

You might see this group of exquisitely beautiful angels today, but the next time you see them...

The man's surroundings were now filled with new faces.

Bai Li had had enough of this monotonous and boring life, day after day.

He had imagined that if one day the Father God would favor him, he might be able to end this boring life.

Unfortunately, Bai Li waited for decades, but still nothing came of it.

The Father God probably doesn't even know his name, let alone favor him.

Because the number of people coming and going to the temple tomorrow is countless, everyone wants to leave an impression on the Father God, and everyone wants to climb up.

How could a man possibly remember an angel of such lowly status?

Just like now, Bai Li knew he couldn't win, so he pleaded with the Father God in an attempt to soften the other's heart.

After all, on the continent of Seer, Bai Li had gained advantages more than once thanks to his exceptionally handsome appearance.

Beauty is an all-powerful passport.

However, the Father God's attention had clearly been completely drawn to another boy.

Bai Li's pleas for mercy did not make things any easier for him.

The man remained languidly reclining in the luxurious chair, his legs casually crossed.

He had no intention of saying anything or giving divine instructions.

No matter how far a man goes, he only has one goal.

—Bring the Huai inkstone back to the temple in a proper and legitimate manner.

But when the man's gaze fell upon the long, bloody welt on the boy's fair neck...

The Father God could not help but be angered.

The reason Bai Li has been able to live to this day without his vitality fading is because Huai Yan wanted to deal with him personally back then.

But Bai Li always finds a way to establish other unexpected connections.

For example, in the days leading up to the admonition ceremony, without any interference from Huaiyan.

Bai Li still managed to get in touch with the church, and at an unimaginable speed, he won over at least 10% of the church members.

Otherwise, when Hakurei stood on the high platform in a grand manner, wanting to become the new Holy Son.

No one will rush up to stop it.

Bai Li must have used some unknown means.

Huaiyan covered the wound on her neck, which was still bleeding profusely.

Unexpectedly, he still underestimated Bai Li.

This person was able to bribe so many people and successfully harm him in just over ten days.

Huai Yan lost his balance and was helped up from the ground by Xiu Yi.

The moment Bai Li was subdued, he lost his strength and collapsed to the ground.

Only now, with Xiuyi's help, did she stand up and meet the eyes of the man on the altar.

"Oh dear—" came the succubus's anxious voice from beside my ear.

Esther flew extremely fast, almost instantly taking over Xiuyi's position.

"Little beauty, does it hurt? Let me heal you—" Esther cried out urgently, "Don't move! I'm afraid your injury will get worse... Ah!"

Before she could finish speaking, the succubus was suddenly slapped.

"You damned vampire!" Esther glared at Xia and demanded, "Why did you hit me?"

Xia didn't speak, but looked away with a hint of disappointment.

The current situation is seven against one.

If we include Huai inkstone, then it's eight to one.

If the Father God really wants to take the Holy Son away, it's uncertain whether the situation can be reversed.

Lang Qing's expression was serious.

He and others had long suspected this.

To think that one can truly defeat God the Father in a conscious way is simply wishful thinking.

The Holy Son possesses formidable magical power; if he were to clash head-on with Huai Yan...

They still don't know if they can gain the upper hand with Huaiyan.

No one knows just how powerful the Holy Son's abilities are.

Judging from their daily experiences, none of the seven were willing to force the boy to reveal his true magical power.

Once the fighting starts, they won't gain any advantage.

This is especially true now.

Facing the Father God, it was almost a one-sided overwhelming force of the man's presence.

Whether they were great magicians or tribal chiefs, they all had to kneel down and submit completely to men.

Huai Yan was unaware of the undercurrents surging behind him.

He covered his wound, his eyes glistening with tears, and looked at the man with a wronged expression.

pain.

The wound actually hurts a lot.

But with Bai Li watching him intently, and many believers and church members present, he couldn't afford to show weakness.

The moment I saw the man.

Huai Yan felt a strange sense of grievance.

The Father God sat on the high platform, receiving the worship of the crowd and church members below, watching the boy intently.

After a long while, the man reached out his hand and beckoned to the boy with his finger.

He gestured for Huaiyan to walk over little by little.

Huai Yan did not refuse; his gaze was almost glued to the man, constantly.

But just as he took a step, the boy's holy robe was gently tugged at.

Next, the wrists and arms.

The boy was pulled back by a strong force, and in the chaos, he heard Xiuyi's voice.

The young man's voice was hoarse, and he had lost his usual composure and self-control. He looked like he was about to cry, and his words were trembling.

"Your Holiness," he asked, weeping, "Are you leaving?"

The great magician suddenly had the illusion that if the boy turned and left today, he would never be able to come back.

Xiuyi's lips trembled as he asked in a low voice, "Can we... not leave?"

Huai Yan was taken aback.

He didn't notice why Xiu Yi had changed to an almost humble, pleading posture.

Huaiyan then slowly shifted her gaze to the other people.

Wolf Green, Zhou Luo, Esther, Xia Ya, Lucy, and the guards.

The six of them had the same expression as Xiuyi.

“…I’m leaving.” The boy lowered his fluttering eyelashes and looked at the hands that belonged to Xiu Yi on his forearm.

The white matter has been resolved, and the mission is almost complete. Staying on the continent of Sai'er any longer...

Huaiyan was afraid that these seven people would go crazy.

So the boy resolutely brushed away Xiuyi's palm and walked forward with a determined yet timid air.

One step, two steps, three steps.

The boy only breathed a sigh of relief when he got closer to the man and no one was chasing him anymore.

Faced with the choice between the Father God and the seven people, Huaiyan chose the Father God.

If anything unexpected happens and he returns to the continent of Sai'er, Huai Yan has no doubt that he will be forcibly taken from him by those seven people.

When Huaiyan looked up, she suddenly met the man's smiling eyes.

He knew that God the Father was very pleased with the believer's choice, even extremely pleased.

But as Huaiyan walked step by step to the man and knelt down...

The man's first words were: "Does it hurt?"

Then, the long, grotesque wound, still bleeding, was covered by the warm fingertips that belonged only to a man.

In just a few seconds, Huaiyan's wound began to heal at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"father……"

Just as Huai Yan finished speaking, another burst of intense white light flashed.

Suddenly, Huaiyan felt himself rising.

When they looked down again, they were above the clouds.

Below the clouds were countless believers and millions of people gazing up at the Son of God.

"Father God! Father God has taken His Highness the Holy Son away!"

"Is His Holiness the Holy Son also heading to the temple?!"

"Excellent! His Highness the Holy Son has become a god!"

At that moment, he seemed to understand what the man had been waiting for was.

The Admonition Ceremony is a ceremony of the handover of the Son to God, and also a demonstration of reverence and worship of God the Father.

The historical records of the continent of Seer say that the Father God will descend on this day.

Although the initiation ceremony has been held dozens of times, the Father God has not yet appeared, yet people still firmly believe in Him.

Previously, Huaiyan didn't understand why men had to wait until this day.

At that moment, as if struck by a sudden inspiration, all his previous guesses were pieced together to form an answer.

Because the ceremony of the transfer of the Son of God is also held during the admonition ceremony.

When the Son of God is converted, the new Son must establish a connection with God the Father on the altar in order to ensure that the new Son officially assumes the throne.

In other words, the initiation ceremony is the most important step in the covenant between God the Father and the Son.

Only after this step will everything about the Son be perceived by the Father.

That intense premonition that Huaiyan felt she was going to never return surged up in her heart once again.

The Father God wanted to keep him by his side forever.

And as things stand now, it has been successful.

They disrupted Bai Li's succession ceremony, and the new Holy Son failed to ascend the throne; Huai Yan remains the Holy Son.

It was Huaiyan who had made a pact with the Father God.

"Why not?" The man lowered his head, pulling the boy into his arms, his question filled with tenderness. "Wouldn't it be better to let them know you're mine?"

The man's voice was solemn, devoid of his usual sly laughter, as if he were truly stating something of utmost importance.

His Holiness the Holy Son belongs to the entire continent of Seer; anyone can believe in him and follow him.

Only the boy in his arms now, with whom he has renewed his contract, is truly his.

The Father God sighed deeply, concealing the deep light in his eyes.

"Ugh..." The boy was still trembling, covering his ears with his hands, unwilling to hear the cheers from below the clouds, "No, I don't want to see them..."

Thousands witnessed his possession by the Father God, but the boy could never overcome that hurdle in his heart.

What would happen if we were actually seen?