Unlike the others in the square, Yun Wei, who was at the source of the black mist, fully activated his mental energy field, thus seeing everything more clearly.
He saw with perfect clarity that what dissolved and dissipated the all-consuming fog was not the light that illuminated the sky, but the prayers refracted from the sky.
It can be simple and plain, or gorgeous and intense.
It may be rooted in reality or transcend reality.
In the new year, I want to…
In the new year, I hope...
Everyone has different desires, yet they also share some common characteristics.
If a wish is like a raindrop, fleeting in the dark night sky, then when they resonate together, these intense wishes converge into a surging ocean, transcending the constraints of time and space.
The praise was sincere, and the voice was solemn.
Since ancient times, things have remained the same.
It was precisely these desires, which transcended human existence itself, that thinned the originally dense black mist in the Nine Heavens.
As the fog gradually cleared, the three, still relentlessly fighting, slowly drew closer together.
While panting heavily, Yun Wei coldly threw a light burst spell at the nearest soul bead.
Even though he had mastered elemental transformation, the excessive summoning of light elements still caused his Time Branch to ache.
Fortunately, it's still bearable.
Xie Mulang said, "Strange, why do these ghostly things suddenly seem weaker? Is it because of the fireworks outside the city?"
This young man, obsessed with swordsmanship, possessed a pure and resilient character, and the clamorous roar of the abyss had almost no effect on him.
Yun Wei said, "No, it's the wishes that those fireworks carry."
He was somewhat exhausted, so he stepped back behind Isaac to rest and described his recent discovery to the two of them.
"I wonder what the intricacies are inside." With that, he raised his hand and cast a light spell.
The swaying orb of light could now illuminate a small corner of the dense fog, no longer extinguishing it overhead as before.
Although being deprived of their five senses would not shake their fighting spirit, the sight of a glimmer of light in the terrifying and eerie black fog was still more reassuring.
Just then, Isaac said, "It is the power of faith. Those wishes you see are the power of faith used by the priests."
Yun Wei was somewhat taken aback when he heard him speak with such certainty.
Priests and divine arts were completely unfamiliar territory to him.
Seeing Yun Wei's puzzled expression, Isaac casually swung two huge light blades forward, then turned his head to explain, "The power of the Abyss Apostles ultimately originates from the Lord of the Abyss. This 'divine power' is essentially a kind of power of faith."
"Unlike ordinary gods, the Lord of the Abyss does not obtain faith through the prayers of believers. He devours the past and future of all things, strips all things of all possibilities, and plunders faith from their lives."
"After being corrupted by the abyss, all kinds of things are left with only one state."
"That is the desolate eternity of having nothing."
The knight's voice trailed off with a touch of desolation as he finished speaking.
Eight hundred years ago, although they did not face the abyss directly, they confronted chaos.
For a life that has passed away forever, the abrupt end of a musical note is also a desolate eternity of nothingness.
After listening to Isaac's explanation, Yun Wei seemed to understand but not quite.
He was about to ask the other person if they had learned these things from that millstone.
Before he could even open his mouth, an extremely piercing sound came from the thick fog. The sound was hoarse and unpleasant, mixed with countless strange "hehehehe" laughs.
"I never expected you to know so much... Well then, I have no reason to lose." In the black mist, Risfah reformed into human form, his withered skin covered with crimson compound eyes and opening mouthparts.
Its tone shifted abruptly, and it sneered, "But I can afford to lose. And you, you can never be so lucky every time."
After Yun Wei made a speech that seemed familiar, its soul pearl suddenly swelled up in the black mist and crashed hard into the dimmest soul pearl next to it.
If Yun Wei's guess is correct, that soul bead should belong to Herisfa.
Of the four apostles, this one was the weakest.
It was precisely the "Miraculous Source" that it controlled that first experienced an unexpected and shocking change.
In the blink of an eye, no one knew what had happened, but Risfah's Soul Orb had mysteriously vanished from its original spot.
At the same time, the already mottled soul orb of Herisfa, which was struck by it, seemed to dim even further.
Yun Wei seemed to hear endless mournful cries emanating from it, which sounded like countless fine needles in his ears.
But the fog surrounding them had thinned considerably as Risherfa had departed. Through the hazy fog, they could already see the returning citizens of Azure City on the outskirts.
The three had stopped their pointless attacks and were now warily confronting the other three soul orbs from a distance.
But to everyone's surprise, one of the soul beads fluttered up and down excitedly, spinning around the other soul bead, treating Yun Wei and the other two as if they were family.
All I heard was it rambling on and on: "The eldest has already escaped, second brother, what do you think we should do?"
"..." The soul bead that was surrounded was clearly helpless, and cursed irritably, "Srihfa, can't you shut up for a second! You're making me dizzy!"
It seems that this volatile bead must be Sfahri.
Just then, Herisfa, who was barely breathing after being hit, spoke, saying, "You...you can't leave me alone...otherwise..."
For some reason, after it spoke, Yun Wei saw a sudden burst of fierce light emanating from the volatile soul bead.
The soul bead that had just stopped spinning immediately started spinning around the dim bead again, chattering, "That's right, second brother!"
"The youngest son is in a very bad state right now, but if we take him with us, we might not be able to escape."
"This is causing me, the third brother, a lot of trouble. I don't know what to do at all."
"The lord knows he will not let it go easily, and when he blames me, I can only wail..."
This energetic bead unexpectedly started rhyming, making Yun Wei and the other two twitch at the corners of their mouths.
Even the most beautiful human artistic expression becomes chilling when presented through hundreds or thousands of moving little mouths simultaneously.
No one likes having someone nagging them when they're in a bad mood, let alone an Apostle of the Abyss.
Sfahri roared, "Srihfa, shut the hell up!"
Srihefa, who was talking non-stop, was startled. He looked up and down awkwardly for a moment, and finally shut his mouth obediently.
In the brief silence, a high-pitched flute melody suddenly pierced through the thick fog, and through the gaps it tore open, came the booming sound from high above.
The rumbling was like thunder, never ceasing day or night.
With a resounding roar, it vanquished miasma and dispelled evil.
Upon hearing the flute sound, Yun Wei's eyes lit up, and he exclaimed in surprise, "It's Lü Shu!"
But what he didn't expect was that the flute sound that pierced through the clouds and mist was just a prelude, with more instruments following closely behind.
Pipa, Konghou, Ruanxian, Mingzheng, Zhongqing, Taogu...
Countless string and wind instruments resounded together in an instant.
As the saying goes: Having survived tribulations in the nine heavens, elegant music descends to earth to celebrate the New Year. Fireworks and fine wine intoxicate, our courage is roused, and the enemy's heart is chilled.
The melodious music drowned out the shrill screams, stirring up the persistent fog and causing the three evil soul beads to flee in terror!
After the music ended and a brief silence followed, the gong and suona, which had been waiting for a long time, joined in the ensemble.
It was a joyous and lively occasion.
Flowers rained down from the sky, and golden lotuses sprang from the ground.
But this made Sfahri, whose head was throbbing with pain, harden his heart and also rammed his head hard into the clearly dim soul orb beside him.
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