Chapter 203: Holy Light Illuminates the Black Ocean
(It seems Yun Yun got married? Damn, no one told me... You must be happy, girl.)
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Even the eyes of the King of Linghai and the others felt a slight sting, and only after a moment did they adapt, once again gazing at the night in the courtyard.
The speck of light deep in the night had grown much larger, now enough to be called a ball of light, but it was still indistinct, as if veiled by a thin layer of darkness.
A figure emerged within the ball of light, vaguely visible as naked, with a pair of white wings on its back.
Those piercing rays of light emanated from the figure itself, scattering in all directions.
Light and darkness were inherently opposing forces, but strangely, those rays did no harm to the night.
On the contrary, the night seemed to draw strength from the light, growing thicker and heavier, as if about to become solid.
The fierce wind falling from the sky stirred the night, making it look like an ink-black ocean before a storm.
A vast and sacred power, yet different from the sacred power of the State Religion, appeared in the space.
Everyone sensed immense danger. The four great treasures of the Li Palace were the first to detect the hostility hidden within this power. Their sacred aura surged violently, descending upon the depths of the courtyard, but they failed to crush the mist-like ball of light, nor could they even halt its expansion.
The priests watched helplessly as the ball of light grew brighter and the figure within became clearer, their terror reaching its peak.
What exactly was that figure? Could even the Li Palace Grand Formation not suppress it?
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Neither the priests outside the courtyard nor the five members of the Wenshui Tang family knew what had appeared in the night.
Some were already aware of the details of the sacred battle from a few days prior.
Was this the Holy Light Angel?
Chen Changsheng gazed at the figure within the ball of light, silently thinking.
The lingering night was like thick layers of fog, and even he could not see clearly what was inside.
But he could see the pure white wings behind the figure and sense the aloof, majestic aura it radiated.
The Demon Lord had already retreated deep into the night, nowhere to be found.
Chen Changsheng couldn’t figure some things out.
This courtyard had been under the strictest surveillance, and no aura of a powerful being had appeared in days.
Now the Li Palace Grand Formation suppressed the courtyard, and even a Sacred Domain expert couldn’t have arrived silently.
How had the Demon Lord summoned this Holy Light Angel? Where had this Holy Light Angel been hiding before?
Just then, a clear whistle rang out.
It was the King of Linghai.
The crystal core, like the source of wildfire, drifted out from the depths of his eyes, hovering silently between them.
Archbishop Anlin closed her eyes and began to chant the scriptures. Her gentle, steady voice lingered outside the courtyard. The priests, whose minds had been shaken, gathered their courage and joined her in chanting. Gradually, they calmed down, and the devout, solemn atmosphere diluted the earlier panic.
As the chanting grew louder, the Mountains and Rivers Painting in the sky fluttered in the wind, its aura growing stronger.
Hu Sanshi reached into the air, grasped one end of the Dark Willow, silently channeled his true essence, and lashed it toward the night.
Si Yuan Daoist raised one hand to the sky, holding the Heaven Beyond Seal, while his left hand took the Falling Star Stone that Chen Changsheng had driven with his divine sense, trying to stabilize the formation.
These four leaders of the State Religion also knew the details of that sacred battle and had mentally prepared themselves.
If it were just to kill the Demon Lord, the Li Palace Grand Formation, Chen Changsheng, and the five members of the Wenshui Tang family would have been more than enough.
The reason they had remained so vigilant and solemn was that they knew they might face a true enemy beyond human imagination today.
But they would not give up, because as Chen Changsheng had said earlier, if this scene truly unfolded, they still had to kill the Demon Lord.
Only, before killing the Demon Lord, they had to first kill the seemingly perfect existence in the night.
Because, as Chen Changsheng had also said:
—A guest from afar should die early and go home early.
The “guest” in that sentence naturally referred to this Holy Light Angel, who had yet to reveal its true face.
The Holy Light Continent was indeed far away, so this person must die first.
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The Star Core.
The Dark Willow.
The Mountains and Rivers Painting.
The Heaven Beyond Seal.
The Falling Star Stone.
The five great treasures of the Li Palace emitted their most powerful auras.
The Li Palace Grand Formation stabilized once more, its warm light pressing into the night, once again suppressing the surging darkness into stillness.
As the night grew stagnant, the mist-like ball of light dimmed slightly, and the angelic figure within became somewhat blurry.
Feeling the immense pressure around it, the Holy Light Angel let out an angry roar.
This thunderous roar was filled with fury, battle intent, and a thirst for slaughter.
Fury, because it found it outrageous that these lowly beings dared to challenge its authority.
Battle intent, because it sensed that this formation was indeed powerful—and should have been even stronger.
The thirst for slaughter came from its nature.
It governed war; Bie Yanghong had called it Wrath.
From that day on, it had accepted this name as its holy name on this continent.
The thunderous roar exploded in everyone’s ears and hearts, and also in the real world.
The night was torn open, and the western wall of the courtyard was directly shattered into dust.
The light and heat radiating from the angel turned into real flames, burning fiercely across the yellow sand of the courtyard.
Every visible flame, every trace of heat, contained an incredibly terrifying pressure.
Dozens of warriors from the Xiang clan estate, who had come to aid Xiangqiu, unfortunately faced this pressure head-on.
With dozens of dull thuds, these steel-tough demon warriors were reduced to dozens of bloody masses.
The Li Palace priests, accustomed to sacred power and pressure, and more importantly protected by the Li Palace Grand Formation, were not seriously injured.
The thunderous roar did not stop; it continued to batter the Li Palace Grand Formation like waves crashing against rocks, seemingly unending.
The ground trembled more violently.
Looking at the bloody mud on the street, feeling the howling wind outside the formation and the shaking earth, the priests trembled in silence, their faces pale.
Chen Changsheng stared at the angelic figure in the mist of light, sensing the pressure within the light and sound, his expression grave.
This angel was more terrifying than imagined, more so than Bie Yanghong had described.
If measured by the realm divisions of this continent, this angel might already be approaching the peak of the Saintly Realm.
Could the Li Palace Grand Formation suppress it?