Wen Liyu had no idea what was happening behind her as she walked briskly towards the center of the square.
In the square, the Pope and the King stood in the center, and the other archbishops stood on both sides, patiently waiting for the first Holy Son or Holy Virgin to arrive.
"Louis, which Saint do you think will arrive first this time?"
"It should be Shengda's Ke Shengzi."
"Oh, I think it's Arthur the Son of Hall."
The Pope did not participate in their discussion, but as time passed, his grip on the scepter tightened.
Although he had experienced this kind of ceremony before, he was really worried that when Wen Liyu arrived, the Father God would be angry when he saw her bloody feet.
This kind of test that requires endurance is usually reached first by the Son of God, and this has been the case for dozens of ceremonies before.
Because the saint's body was more fragile, walking on the gravel road was more painful and unbearable. There were even several times when the ceremony ended before the saint reached the square.
"Here I come."
"Eh…what is that?!"
The archbishop and the believers around him all looked back and saw Wen Liyu holding a cross in both hands, walking on rose petals as she came gracefully.
"…What kind of magic is this? Why did the gravel turn into flower petals?" The Archbishop of Shengda City, who had been staying in a remote area and had little knowledge of the situation, questioned, "Saint, what did you do?"
"I didn't do anything." Wen Liyu held the cross and raised her eyes calmly, "I was just praying to Father God, that's all."
"That's impossible, you must be!"
"That's enough, Louis." The Pope knocked his scepter on the ground and turned to scold the agitated Bishop Shengda. "Transforming gravel into flower petals—even I can't do it. Don't you understand who did it?"
"Your Holiness, you...you mean..." Archbishop Shengda's face looked a little flustered. He turned his head to look at the statue behind him, and saw that the statue was staring at him. His legs went weak and he knelt down.
He followed Wen Liyu's example and held the cross, no longer questioning anything, but praying continuously.
Everyone present was stunned by this scene. They had never seen anyone receive such favor from God the Father.
Now that the power of light is becoming increasingly scarce, everyone relies on prayer and holy water to upgrade and obtain the blessing of the Father.
To gain the favor of God the Father means to possess infinite power of light.
At this time, the wise archbishop had already remembered the rumors he had heard recently:
The people of Hall City looked down on Saint Wen because she was only a second-level magic apprentice, which angered the Father God. The Father God punished those who disrespected Saint Wen and at the same time increased Saint Wen's strength to a sixth-level great magician.
They originally thought it was just a rumor, but now that they have witnessed the gravel turning into flower petals with their own eyes, they have begun to believe that the rumor might be true.
The king standing next to the Pope was already very old, but he knew the rumors that had been circulating in the city in the past few months, and he had been looking at Wen Liyu with a kind gaze from the beginning.
Very good, it seems that the next Pope will still be from our Central City Church.
At this time, Wen Liyu was looking up at the huge statue in front of her. The statue was carved so vividly that even the indifferent and cold eyes of the God of Light were depicted.
"Wow, who carved this? It's amazing." Wen Liyu and the system exclaimed, "It's exactly the same!"
The system also observed it carefully and said, "Indeed."
The Pope saw her staring at the statue and couldn't help asking, "My child, can you see the Father's appearance clearly?"
"Yes." Wen Liyu retracted her gaze, the corners of her mouth curled up shyly, "The powerful, handsome, glorious and tall figure of Father God has been deeply engraved in my heart."
The Pope received a positive answer and couldn't help but sigh inwardly. It turned out that the Father God treated Wen Liyu differently. Whenever the Father God favored someone, his love and care were unlimited.
As long as the first Saint arrives in the center of the square, everyone will only wait for another half an hour. After half an hour, regardless of whether other Saints or Saints have arrived, the ceremony will begin.
Half an hour passed quickly, during which only two people came, one was Arthur from Hall City, and the other was Kerr from Shengda City.
Both of them were fourth-level magicians. Kerr was promoted to the next level by drinking holy water after coming to the Central Church. Unlike Arthur, who had been promoted for a month, his ability was still relatively weak.
Just as everyone was about to leave the entrance and go to another place for the next step, a woman on the gravel path shouted, "Wait for me!"
The Pope frowned slightly as he looked at the intersection. Cynthia was scratched by gravel from the knee down, and blood was constantly flowing out of the wound. It looked very bloody and terrifying.
Cynthia originally wanted to follow Wen Liyu's route and avoid the gravel by walking on the petals. However, as soon as she stepped on them, the harmless petals turned into thorny brambles that directly pierced the soles of her feet and penetrated the instep.
She lay on the debris and watched Wen Liyu walk away from her easily. She was unwilling to accept it!
She simply knelt on the gravel and crawled to the finish line.
The Pope saw the black flames of hatred for Wen Liyu in her eyes and sighed deeply in his heart.
Why bother?
"Since the time difference is not too long, Cynthia can also proceed to the next test, Your Holiness?" The Archbishop of Oya City spoke while helping Cynthia treat her legs.
The Pope glanced at Wen Liyu, and seeing no objection, he nodded, "Yes."
Wen Liyu and three others followed the Pope's footsteps, walked to the altar, and began to pray to God the Father.
The archbishop and all the believers in the audience followed the Pope's melody and sang an ancient song about the creation of the world by the God of Light.
Everyone in the audience had the same expression of piety and awe. Father God was their only hope for survival in this dark continent. Without Father God, there would be no divine shield at the edge of the town. Without the shield, the dark monsters outside would devour everyone.
They so much hope that Father God can have more mercy on them.
So that they can live safely in their own city.
After the ballad was recited, the Pope asked someone to bring a huge round stone representing the God of Light.
This round stone is said to be a treasure given by God the Father to the first Pope. It can test the most suitable candidate for the position of Pope.
As long as you place your hand on the cobblestone, it will release light according to the user, and the intensity of the light determines the final successor to the Pope.
"My children, you can come forward for the test in any order. You can come up anytime you feel you are ready." The Pope stood beside the boulder, holding the scepter, and looked at them with a kind smile.
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