Chapter 313: The Essence of the Saint’s Ritual
That night, Bishop Yanile finally sent the latest information.
The message was brief, but it completely calmed Avis's somewhat worried mood.
'The ceremony has ended. Including me, a total of seven people succeeded, and there has been no significant change in strength.
At midnight tonight, the seven of us will leave the City of Poetry and head secretly to the Gloria Empire.'
After receiving the accurate information, Anvis began to think about the intentions of the Holy Light Church.
At this point in time, high-level personnel were arranged to secretly go to the Gloria Empire. The most likely target was the two halves of the ruins.
However, considering that they were all successful in the ritual, it could also be that they were testing the ritual to make certain changes after the Empire.
Out of caution, Avis did not wait until midnight to contact Yanil, but postponed it for another magic hour.
After one o'clock in the morning, Avis gently pressed the cover of the Old Secret Scripture with his right hand and injected mental power to activate it.
As his mind focused, four familiar dark green stars gradually lit up in his spiritual space.
Sensing the one that exuded the spiritual aura of Yanile, Avis gently touched it.
Thus, Yanile's recent memories of the ceremony were instantly transmitted to his consciousness.
The first thing that caught my eye was a secret room made entirely of pure white stone, decorated only with a few simple golden lines.
The secret room has no door or window, and the only light source comes from a crystal on the square pure white stone platform in front of it.
The crystal is a perfect 20-sided polygon and is placed on a miniature pure gold altar on top of the stone platform, emitting a soft white light.
Although the light only shines on the body, it seems to reflect the appearance of the soul, making people unconsciously want to repent for their past mistakes.
It’s like feeling the mercy and compassion of God and facing the purest thing in the world.
Just by gazing at the light, a deep reverence and emotion will naturally arise in your heart.
Holy, sacred, inviolable, inviolable——
Facing the crystal stone, Yanil, dressed in a pure black bishop's robe, raised his hands in front of his chest, crossed his fingers and held the circular holy emblem of light, bowed his head slightly, and silently chanted the prayer words in the holy scriptures.
As he silently chanted, the holy light gradually penetrated into his body. It seemed as if his soul was gradually stripping away dirt and impurities, being purified and sublimated in this warm light.
It’s a pity that no matter how sacred the light is, it cannot drive away the darkness in people’s hearts.
While sensing this memory image, the original body of the old secret scripture suddenly sent a feedback.
An extremely longed-for feedback, just like the one he had felt when facing that faceless gem statue!
"Is that... the power of faith?"
Sensing the feedback from the old secret scripture with some surprise, Avis suddenly recalled that Yanil's memory had mentioned that the essence of the Saint Plan was related to the power of faith.
At the same time, the picture in the mind changed again.
The crystal in front of him had darkened at some point and turned colorless and transparent like white crystal.
Yanil raised his head, lowered his hands from his chest again, and ended his prayer.
He turned and walked to the wall, in front of a simple circular holy emblem of light, and gently raised his hand and pressed it.
A ray of light flashed, and the surrounding environment suddenly changed, turning into a vast hall decorated with a strong sacred style.
A huge spiral crystal chandelier hangs down from the dome depicting a magnificent painting. Millions of candles burn quietly in the golden shrines on the walls, making the interior environment sacred and lonely.
There were no windows in the room, and in Bishop Yanile's memory, it seemed to be an unknown underground temple somewhere.
Beside him, there were four figures also dressed in pure black bishop robes, standing quietly here.
In front of everyone, there was a simple white altar with ten small oil lamps placed on it.
At this time, seven of the ten lamps had gone out, but the flames of the three lamps that were still on were white and gold in color, which was very strange.
At this moment, one of the only three remaining oil lamps suddenly flickered, and the platinum flame suddenly went out.
Swoosh——
At the same time, the same bishop figure appeared in the room.
Glancing at the number of oil lamps in front of him, he also stood there silently waiting.
After a moment, with the appearance of the last bishop, all ten lamps in front of him went out.
Although there were ten lights in total, only seven bishops appeared in the hall.
"The ceremony is over."
A middle-aged man with brown hair and a serious face, wearing a crimson robe decorated with gold thread, appeared silently in front of the altar.
The moment he saw that face, Anvis immediately recognized his identity—it was the [Holy Judge] Jorgson, one of the seven archbishops of the Holy Light Church.
"It is a pity that not all brothers and sisters can seize this precious opportunity and receive God's grace in its entirety."
Looking around at the seven people in the room, Jorgeson spoke slowly.
"But I'm glad to see more people coming here."
"Perhaps you can sense that your own strength has not been significantly improved. However, there is no need to doubt it. The gift from the gods is not so superficial."
"Next, we will go to Gloria, where the ancient god's ruins fell. The gods' grace will protect you and completely recover the evil foreign objects in it."
At the end of his speech, Jorgsen waved his hand, and a pure white light circle suddenly lit up beside the seven people.
"Remember, God is watching us from the sky. Everything we do will last forever. Nothing can be added to it, and nothing can be taken away from it—"
As a teleportation light flashed by, the memory scene dimmed again.
Immersed in the empty spiritual space, Avis withdrew the spiritual power connected to the Seed of Distortion and became slightly absent-minded.
This description made him unconsciously think of the figure that had appeared in his memory, shrouded in holy white light.
God's blessing... huh? . ..…..Evening of the 29th, in the suburbs of Palossia.
The Hengjin Club is located in a vast private estate on the outskirts of the royal capital of Paloxia.
The architectural style of the manor was designed by the famous architect Morik Pierce. It caters to the classical elf style aesthetics of the Gloria II period, advocates the beauty of natural harmony, and is absolutely low-key and luxurious.
Its original owner was Marquis Draka, one of the founders of the Evergrande Club. Originally, it was just a private club between him and a few close friends, but its scale gradually grew larger.
So he generously donated a manor under his name for use by club members for gatherings.
As it is very close to the royal capital and is guarded by high-level private guards, it is safe enough and there is no need to worry about any accidents that would disturb the interest of the distinguished guests.
At this time, a high-end carriage drove into the manor and slowly stopped at the carriage parking spot near the gate.
Dani, dressed in formal attire, opened the car door and jumped out.
(End of this chapter)
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