The dim world was as bright as day.
Where countless rays of light converged, the illusory figure of a woman holding a scepter slowly emerged.
She was dressed in pure white, with a gentle expression, and her eyes seemed to hold compassion and pity for all things in the world. Most importantly, twelve wings fluttered gently on her back.
"Your Majesty Ifina."
All the angels, including Analia, bowed at the same time.
"No need for formalities." The woman smiled gently and tapped the scepter in her hand lightly.
An invisible ripple spread out.
The Abyssal Beast flying towards Shield Two was instantly frozen in mid-air. Aberystwyn, covered in wounds, was instantly healed.
"Holy Lord." After doing all this, she stepped forward and bowed slightly to Jiang Yan.
"Who are you?" Jiang Yan's expression was somewhat strange. Although judging from the background of "All Realms", she should be considered his subordinate, she was too strong.
Even though the other party had completely suppressed its pressure, Jiang Yan could still clearly feel that this mere wisp of a phantom was far superior to the Abyss Demon God who had instantly killed him in his previous life.
"Holy Lord, I am Ifina. The Holy Light has given me the divine office of life and salvation. I am your most faithful believer." The woman's expression was gentle and devout.
As if sensing Jiang Yan's doubt, she said softly, "There is no need to doubt. You are the prophesied second Holy Lord of Light, the savior of all realms. More importantly, the Holy Light has chosen you, so you are our only faith."
Although he couldn't fully understand the other party's explanation, he decided to treat it as supplementary background information for "All Realms" and didn't delve any deeper. He asked, "In that case, Ifina, how should I awaken you?"
“Holy Lord, you don’t need to do anything special. When the faith of the Holy Light shines on all realms, we will all come to your side and fight for you.”
Jiang Yan nodded; he understood what that meant—it meant the need for sufficient faith.
"Then..." Just as Jiang Yan was about to ask something else, the twelve-winged angel in front of him became illusory, and the thirty-six angels praying on the magic circle and Annalia's face grew paler and paler.
Ifina's expression changed slightly, and she quickly said, "Holy Lord, the current world will does not allow me to stay for long. You must remember what I'm about to say."
"This is the last era of all realms, and the only chance to defeat the Abyss. All the powerful beings dormant since the beginning of time will awaken and appear one by one. But the will of this era now rejects the gods of the past; only by acquiring enough faith can it accept us. For this, those gods will stop at nothing; you must be careful..."
At this moment, an abyss-like power suddenly condensed above the dome, and a detached and ruthless eye slowly opened, its gaze traversing endless space.
Jiang Yan felt a cold, suffocating pressure fill his entire body, even halting his thoughts.
"Life only truly blossoms when it withers!"
As the incantation was recited, the staff in the twelve-winged angel's hand paused slightly, and the overwhelming pressure dissipated.
“Holy Lord, I must go, otherwise the suppression of the Epoch Will will harm you.”
Still shaken, Jiang Yan nodded with a wry smile; that thing was truly terrifying.
“Annalia, before we arrive, the safety of the Holy Lord is entrusted to you.”
“This is the meaning of my existence, Your Majesty,” Analia replied.
Ifina smiled slightly, turned and flew back to the Angel's Gate. Just as she entered, she seemed to remember something, glanced back at a certain spot, and then entered the gate and disappeared.
The thirty-six angelic spirits also rose and bowed at the same time: "Holy Lord, Lady Analia, we are going too."
"Go ahead," Jiang Yan waved his hand.
"etc!"
Once fully recovered, Yaberic rushed over, anxiously shouting, "That monster hasn't been killed yet!"
"Take another look," Jiang Yan said with a slight smile.
"Huh... what's going on? I didn't see them make a move!" Aberystwyane's eyes widened.
The once invincible Abyss Terror Beast was now completely silent, its flesh and blood losing their color. It was then cleaved into a pile of mud by Shield Two, who had escaped death, in a fit of rage.
Jiang Yan recalled Ifina's last glance before she vanished and said somewhat uncertainly:
"Maybe it was glanced at?"
"What?!" Yaberic was shocked. "He died after being looked at? That was a demigod of the Abyss! He died just like that?!"
“Her Majesty Ifina is an Archangel, one of the strongest beings in our race. You ignorant dragon.” Analia interjected with dissatisfaction.
"Uh, okay... it's good that he's dead. I don't want to fight with this kind of weapon of war again," Aberystwyth said sullenly, not daring to argue.
"Anna, do you know what Ifina just said?" Jiang Yan asked.
"Another deity in charge of destiny prophesied that in the last era of all realms, all the gods of the past will appear in the world, and the one who gains the most faith will suppress the abyss and become the ruler of all realms."
Analia tried hard to recall: "I don't know about the others, only a few of His Majesties know."
"All right."
Jiang Yan sighed.
He didn't believe those powerful gods would sit down and negotiate peacefully about the distribution of faith. Without a doubt, once these beings appeared in the world, they would fight each other to the death.
The threat from the abyss was already great enough, but now a group of gods from past eras has been added to the mix. Just thinking about it gives me a headache.
Especially now that he is the Holy Lord of Light worshipped by the angel race, war is clearly inevitable.
Jiang Yan shook his head slightly and decided to stop thinking about it. The most important thing right now was to enjoy the fruits of victory.
The twentieth floor of the Tower of Inheritance is a floor that no one has ever reached since the creation of "All Realms".
If it weren't for summoning Ifina, even if the six-winged angels and the dragons joined forces, they would never be a match for the Abyssal Terror.
Clearing the twentieth floor would grant Jiang Yan at least a Mythical-level or higher profession, and he couldn't help but feel excited, for that would be a power he could control himself.
"Congratulations to the challenger for clearing the twentieth floor of the Tower of Inheritance. Rewards will now be calculated..."
"A total of 209 Survival Points, 209 Job Weight, 1 Mythical Related Treasure Chest, and 1 Highest Job Inheritance Opportunity were obtained."
The notification sounded, and the whole world brightened up.
At the very center, a mirror-like object several meters high slowly emerged, its edges engraved with dense and intricate patterns of laws.
"Challengers, please touch the Source Mirror. It will match you with the most suitable legacy based on the traits you have demonstrated in this Tower of Legacy."
"Special note: Your inheritance will be matched with a Mythical-Unique Class."
Jiang Yan walked forward excitedly and, following the instructions, gently touched the mirror with her hand.
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