Cynthia couldn't wait to show everyone that she was the real protagonist, so she stepped forward and shouted, "I'll go first!"
She still couldn't believe that the plot had changed. She held the light stone necklace hidden in her chest, and a fierce look flashed in her eyes.
After becoming a saint, Cynthia would go to the place where the heroine and the incarnation of the God of Light met in the original plot every day.
But she waited for almost a month and didn't see anyone.
She was unwilling to give up, so she used her power to vent her anger everywhere in that place, but she dug up a huge stone of light deep in the ground.
This stone of light must be the key to the incarnation of the God of Light. For some unknown reason, the God of Light did not use this stone and forgot about it.
Cynthia used her golden fingers to compress the Light Stone into a beautiful stone, and made it into a necklace that she wore around her neck.
Because of this stone, her level was raised from level two to level six. It was also because of her abnormal upgrade speed that the archbishop firmly believed that she was God's favorite.
Cynthia had a lot of thoughts in her mind, but the reality was just a moment away.
She walked to the cobblestone, raised one hand and quietly grasped the Light Stone, placed the other hand above the cobblestone, and held her breath nervously.
Everyone was looking at her. The statue of the God of Light stood in front of her, and the god's ruthless and desireless eyes drooped slightly, as if he was staring at her.
When everyone thought she had failed, the pebble suddenly burst into an intense white light, illuminating an area of five centimeters around her, forming a small semicircular aperture.
“So bright!”
"Oh my god, it's so bright! Saint Cynthia's magic level must be at least a fifth-level Grand Mage, right?"
"So Saint Cynthia is so powerful! She must be the Pope's successor!"
Even the current Pope, who was once called a genius, could only make the cobblestone emit a circle of light that was just enough to cover himself when he tested it.
But Cynthia's aperture is twice as large as the Pope's! How powerful and pious must someone be to receive so many blessings from God the Father!
The only way for this world to obtain a large amount of light power is to pray to God the Father.
The purer the soul and mind of the person praying, the more pious and focused their attitude is, the more they will be able to receive the blessing of God the Father through the statue/holy water.
The power of light can also be increased through self-cultivation, but it is slower and more difficult than prayer.
When Cynthia heard the sighs and envy of the believers around her, her pretty face flushed with excitement, adding a touch of elegance to her appearance.
The Pope, who had taken in this scene, was not at all flustered. He turned around and asked the remaining three people, his tone still kind and gentle, "My children, it's your turn."
Arthur gritted his teeth, stepped forward and stood in front of the boulder in Cynthia's place.
He bowed to the statue, said a brief prayer, and then placed his hands on the boulder.
The round stone emitted a bright light, which only covered two-thirds of his body, which was much worse than the scene with Cynthia just now.
None of the believers said anything bad, but just looked at him with some regret and pity.
Arthur couldn't stand this kind of gaze. He lowered his head and walked down the altar, feeling a little discouraged.
The Pope raised his hand and touched his head. "Don't be discouraged, my child. You have done very well."
"Your Holiness..." Arthur's eyes turned slightly red, and his heart was filled with gratitude towards the Pope.
Next came another Holy Son, Kerr, whose halo was even smaller than Arthur's, only half of Arthur's.
As soon as he stepped down from the altar, he left with a sullen face, completely ignoring the following ceremony and the surprised looks of the crowd.
The Archbishop of Shengda City, who had come with him, turned pale and went straight to the Pope to apologize. "I'm very sorry, Your Holiness. Kerr is usually praised too highly, so he has a bad temper. I will definitely..."
"Archbishop, Kerr is not being sorry for what he did to me, but for God the Father. You should pray that God the Father will not mind his rude behavior. Otherwise, I think Shengda City should change the candidate for the Holy Son."
The Pope crushed the Archbishop's hopes with an expressionless face, and kindly reminded him that it would be better for him to find a new Holy Son/Holy Daughter as soon as possible.
The Archbishop of Shengda City knelt on the ground with his knees weak. He rubbed his knees against the ground a few times, facing the statue, knocked his head against the ground, and whispered a confession to God the Father.
The Pope ignored him and walked over to Wen Liyu, his kind smile containing a hint of encouragement, "My child, it's your turn."
"Don't worry, the favor God the Father has given you is unmatched by anyone else." The Pope murmured in a sing-song voice, "May the Lord bless you, my child."
Wen Liyu held the hem of her skirt with her fingers and bowed, "Thank you, Your Holiness."
She held the cross in her hand, her posture was elegant, and every step seemed to be measured with a ruler. Her ritual form was perfect and impeccable.
Wen Liyu had a faint smile on her lips, her blue eyes were as bright as stars, lively and affectionate, and everyone's eyes were focused on her.
Everyone saw her, including the god who was observing the square through the statue in the temple.
She is so holy that just by looking into her eyes, you will feel your soul purified and your restless heart becomes calm.
In addition to the believers in the central capital, there were also believers in many other cities who saluted her silently. In their hearts, they all recognized her as the next successor to the Pope.
"Haha, do you think you can beat me?" Cynthia turned her head and said to Wen Liyu, who was passing by, in a voice only the two of them could hear, "I am the only saint in this world recognized by the Father God."
Wen Liyu held the cross and glanced at her casually, not stopping her steps because of the barking of dogs on the roadside.
She put the exasperated 'traveler' behind her and walked to the altar. Facing the cobblestone and the statue, she bowed slightly and said in a pious yet coquettish tone, "Father God, please bless me."
The Father God, seated on the throne, chuckled softly, the joy in his heart spreading throughout his body. He responded to her in the empty temple, "Of course, my child."
Wen Liyu didn't hear what he said and confidently put her hand on the boulder.
The next moment, the statue emitted a strong yet soft white light, and everyone saw a blond man walking out of the white light.
When he looked at Wen Liyu, his majestic golden eyes were full of pampering and love. He reached out and gently tucked her scattered hair behind her ears.
He used his divine power to weave the most beautiful flowers in bloom in the world into a wreath, placed it on Wen Liyu's head, and bent down to place a kiss full of strong love and divine power on her smooth white forehead.
Everyone in the square saw this scene and was so shocked that they were speechless. Even the white light emitted by the cobblestone that almost covered the entire central city could not bring them back to their senses.
“Father God…it’s Father God!!”
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