"Go back to your rooms. I have something to discuss with Lord Qin Mo." Heather sent the other cultivators back first before falling into thought.
Heather considered it carefully and said with doubt, "I don't think so either. I felt a strong energy fluctuation just now, and then I wanted to come in and take a look, but this light actually caused me damage, so... it shouldn't be holy light."
After thinking about it carefully, Qin Mo understood Saintess Heatherine's doubts. The white light emitted by his battle axe did look like holy light, but its essence was definitely not holy light.
Holy light is different from the power of the Holy Spirit; it is another form of the Holy Spirit's power. It is friendly and gentle to humanity, but it is stern and purifying only towards so-called "evil." The light it generates is explosively hot, a heat that melts everything.
Holy light could not instantly turn all the furniture in the room into dust and ashes, nor could it melt the stone walls. More importantly, holy light would not harm Heather, because she was the master of light and possessed the purest holy light.
"My weapon has a unique magic circle, which I somehow activated just now, and then a special kind of light appeared. I feel it's not light, but flame..."
Qin Mo didn't want to be closely associated with the Temple or be labeled as such. If Heather insisted that what she just saw was pure holy light, the Temple would definitely spread the word that the prince of Great Xia had become a devout believer of the Temple and received divine favor... That was definitely not what Qin Mo wanted.
“It is light, but it is also fire. I can feel the heat of the fire. Can you demonstrate it to me again?” Heather looked directly at Qin Mo and said firmly.
Knowing he couldn't avoid it, Qin Mo once again had Little Nirvana Flame activate the special magic array, but this time he only used a wisp of Nirvana Flame, instead of the wisp he had used before.
The double-edged battle axe emitted a blazing flame again, but this time it was much smaller, only a three-foot-long ball. A shield of light formed by the power of the Holy Spirit rose in front of Heatherine, blocking the magical flame.
Qin Mo activated her power for only a moment before feigning exhaustion, her forehead dripping with sweat. She knew she couldn't let anyone know her trump card, not even Allen knew the details of Little Nirvana's situation, let alone the people from the Temple.
Qin Mo tossed the battle axe to Heather and, panting heavily, said, "Your Highness, my cultivation is insufficient. You give it a try."
Heatherine didn't mince words; a large amount of pure holy energy surged into the battle axe, activating the first and second magic circles one after another, and then she frowned.
Heather emanated genuine holy light, the first time Qin Mo had ever seen the holy light of a saintess—gentle, pure, and white, feeling like a young girl's touch against her skin. It was completely different from the so-called "holy light" emanating from Bashir.
As Heatherine fully activated her cultivation, the black double-edged battle axe finally reacted, and a small ball of light appeared. However, its size and temperature were far inferior to before, much like the difference between a campfire and the sun.
Heather put down her battle axe and calmly said, "Lord Qin Mo, if I told you that your radiance is... a special kind of holy light... would you be willing?"
"I don't want to!" Qin Mo answered decisively.
"good!"
Heatherine was also quick to respond. Her gaze towards Qin Mo held a complex mix of emotions, a mixture of regret and relief.
Heather went out and began to instruct the cultivators, explaining that Qin Mo's cultivation had encountered problems, the magic array on his weapon had suddenly been damaged, causing unforeseen harm, and that this incident had damaged the reputation of the temple, forbidding anyone from publicizing it, etc.
Qin Mo waited until everyone had left before tentatively injecting an even smaller wisp of Nirvana Flame into the double-edged battle axe. A smaller ball of light appeared, only an inch in size, but its terrifying heat was not diminished at all.
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