Above the giant pit at the original site of the altar.
The Abyss Claw gripped the slightly dim light, and from the core crack flowed wisps of pure holy light, pulling it back to the group of Enlightenment Society members!
Buzz—!
The five divine hearts (Heart of Holy Light, Heart of the Elf, Heart of the Holy Dragon, Heart of the Blood Vine, and Heart of the Stars) have finally come together!
The Abyss Saint, the Puppeteer, the heavily injured Rita, Balg, and the other nine Enlightenment Sages were instantly enveloped by five distinct yet strangely resonant divine torrents!
The Abyss Scripture hovered above the Holy Son's head, its pages flipping wildly, emanating the Abyss's will to rule over all demons, forcibly harmonizing five violent divine powers!
"With the abyss as the guide and the divine heart as the key!" The voice of the Abyss Saint Son pierced through the chaotic storm of divine energy, resounding through the heavens, "Open the divine realm, and welcome the arrival of our Lord!"
boom!
The five-colored divine light intertwined with the viscous abyssal demonic energy, forming a huge energy cocoon that lifted the members of the Enlightenment Society into the sky!
It moved so fast that it tore through the air with a piercing shriek!
In the blink of an eye, it broke through the clouds and rose to an altitude of 10,000 meters!
A massive energy cocoon floated directly above the crater that resembled the ruins of the holy city, like an apocalyptic eye hanging over the heads of desperate beings.
The five-colored divine light and the abyssal demonic energy collided and merged fiercely, emitting a terrifying pressure that made the earth tremble.
A distorted, chaotic spatial portal, seemingly connecting to an indescribable place, is slowly taking shape at the core of the energy cocoon!
Inside and outside the holy city, all living beings who witnessed this scene felt a chill run down their spines.
Ordinary believers collapsed to the ground, too exhausted even to cry out.
The low-ranking clergyman clutched the holy emblem, now devoid of any response from the holy light, his eyes filled with boundless fear.
This is a power far beyond their comprehension, a stark reminder of the insignificance and despair of mortals before the might of the gods.
However, just as the world changed color and all living beings trembled.
In that instant, whether filled with terror or fervor, all eyes were drawn to the terrifying energy cocoon ten thousand meters in the sky—
At the edge of the huge crater left after the disappearance of the Radiant Cathedral, five figures emerged silently like ghosts.
It was Mark, Ellen, Enzo, Monica, and Anna!
They took advantage of the massive spatial fluctuations and energy turbulence generated during the inner city teleportation, as well as the shielding provided by Monica's fully extended [Domain of Insight].
They successfully evaded everyone's perception and infiltrated this area that had just experienced an epic battle between masters and a spatial tear.
Their gazes immediately locked onto the edge of the pit, where the "corpse," still standing, its charred, muscular upper body bare, resembled an indomitable monument—
The remains of Saint Sirius.
This epic-level priest now had his charred, muscular upper body bare, and the ancient runes that once flowed with golden light on his skin were now dull and lifeless, like burnt charcoal.
He remained in the posture of his final punch, his bare feet sinking deep into the molten and then solidified holy crystal, like a monument that had burned out but refused to fall.
The raging energy storm whipped up dust that lashed against him, but he remained completely still.
“Vitality signs… completely gone.” Deep within Monica’s pupils, the light of the [Domain of Insight] flowed ceaselessly. “Divine essence exhausted, magical reaction zero, soul fluctuations… extinguished. From any observable dimension, this is a completely lifeless shell.”
A barely perceptible wisp of probing magic swirled around her fingertips, touching Saint Sirius's charred skin, only to be met with icy coldness and deathly silence.
Anna closed her eyes, her slender fingers hovering about an inch in front of Saint Sirius's chest, her natural magic extending out like the finest tendrils.
“The earth, the wind, life… all the elements of nature are mourning his departure.” She opened her eyes, a hint of pity in her emerald pupils. “I can’t sense any pulse of ‘life,’ only the lingering embers of holy light slowly dissipating… He is indeed gone.”
Eileen nodded slightly, her starry eyes reflecting the indomitable remains, filled with respect for a true powerhouse and a touch of complexity.
In fact, she had studied at the Holy City Monastery for a period of time, and Saint Sirius could be considered her teacher.
She could feel that the once vast and boundless holy light had dissipated and merged into this desecrated world.
"Divinity burned away, the soul returned to nothingness... This is the final destination of 'Holy Descent.' He has fulfilled his vow." Her voice was low, announcing the final judgment based on her perception of star and moon magic.
However, just as Eileen finished speaking, Mark, who had been staring at Saint Sirius, felt a burning sensation from the ancient cross necklace on his chest!
A powerful resonance and call originating from the magical power of the seven-colored black light!
“No!” Mark interrupted his companions’ conclusion.
He stepped forward, ignoring the slightly astonished looks of the others, squatted down, and placed his right hand on Saint Sirius's charred chest without hesitation.
The seven-colored black light magic transformed into a trickle, carefully probing inwards along his palm.
Eileen, Monica, and Anna all looked at Mark, their eyes filled with confusion.
Their perceptions cannot both be wrong at the same time.
Mark frowned, completely focused.
"It's not divinity, not magic, and not even the soul... it's will! Although it has been compressed to its limit, so weak as to be almost extinguished... its will is still beating stubbornly!"
Mark felt it beneath his palm, in the deepest part of the "ashes" left behind after the pure holy light had burned, which should have been completely lifeless.
A tiny, white core, smaller than the tip of a needle, was trembling extremely faintly at an incredibly resilient frequency.
It was instinctively drawn to the magical power of the seven-colored black light, like a candle flickering in the wind sensing the only barrier that could protect it.
This feeling was mysterious and difficult to explain using conventional magic theories, yet it was imprinted on Mark's perception with unparalleled clarity.
"He's not dead! At least, the last embers of his life haven't been extinguished! They've been forcibly locked here by some force... perhaps his obsession!"
Ellen knew the special nature of the mysterious seven-colored black light magic power within Mark's body. Its origin and strength were unknown, but it was definitely no less than that of a god.
Moreover, the being behind it can even bypass the divine realm and directly intervene in the mortal world.
"Are you sure?" she asked in a deep voice, her tone serious.
Mark nodded emphatically, his hand resting on Saint Sirius's chest glowing slightly, the faint glimmer of seven-colored black light resonating more clearly with the tiny, incandescent white core:
"Very faint, it could disappear completely at any moment! But it definitely exists!"
That's enough!
Eileen made a quick decision, her gaze sweeping over the enormous energy cocoon ten thousand meters in the sky that was frantically devouring the power of the five divine elements.
The oppressive aura emanating from it was like a tangible mountain, pressing heavily on everyone's hearts. The chaotic and distorted outline of the portal became clearer and clearer, as if it were connected to the gaping maw of the apocalypse.
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