Chapter 988: The Strongest Under the Starry Sky
Vatican City, the land of prophets, a pure land where deities slumber, was vast beyond measure—far larger than the nominal small territory known in the mortal world, stretching endlessly without bounds.
Here, towering sacred mountains rose and fell, strands of holy radiance coiled about, angels sang hymns, exotic flowers bloomed, ancient herbs grew on the cliffs, and pure-blooded unicorns roamed through the forests.
This was a peaceful ancient cultivation ground from a bygone era. One could even see elves, giants, and strange dragon species long extinct in antiquity, a wild, primeval aura rushing forth.
In the distance, a dragon pool lay deep, waterfalls cascaded from a height of ten thousand zhang. Dozens of great peaks stood out most prominently, each one inscribed with the Dao marks of heaven and earth, unique and extraordinary.
Upon every mountain sat a majestic holy hall, grand in scale. Whether the foundations, the tiles, or the wooden pillars, all dated back to ancient times, having endured for ages.
This place evoked a sense of grandeur and vicissitude. Through the passage of years and the changes of eras, it remained unchanged from antiquity, sacred and awe-inspiring.
Not everyone could set foot in this place, especially to come seeking a confrontation, standing against the heroes of Vatican City. Throughout history, few had done so.
Ye Fan led several disciples into this ancient cultivation ground, standing at a distance, quietly observing the land of prophets, silently savoring its accumulated glory. This was no refuge for the weak; as time flowed on, exceptional talents emerged in every generation.
Behind him was a large group of people, converted in Jerusalem, who had become his steadfast followers, utterly devout. Among them were many members of the Crusader army.
An army pressed in, shaking all of Europe. Yet within Vatican City, all was still. The lofty, sacred halls shed their radiance, with no atmosphere of tension.
The earth trembled, savage beasts roared. Hundreds of armored cavalry charged into Vatican City, trampling across the high mountains. Blood energy surged to the heavens, and killing intent boiled over.
The people of the Divine Radiance Clan had arrived, fighting to defend Vatican City. Their clan lord led the assembled experts in person!
"Boom!"
Heaven and earth split apart. From another direction, blood energy seethed as a group of powerful knights appeared, clad in golden armor, wielding golden war spears. Their battle intent was high, their eyes sharp—these were battle-hardened lions.
"These are the people of the Golden Clan, claiming to possess divine bloodlines, immensely powerful. In ancient times, they produced two Divine Sages in succession, sweeping across the West and forcing all saints to retreat."
A devout follower explained to Ye Fan, revealing the origins of these experts, detailing their bloodline traits and so on, very thoroughly.
On this day, many ancient families dispatched their masters to reinforce Vatican City, fearing that the demon from the Central Land would destroy their sacred sanctuary.
Ye Fan had been here less than half an hour when twelve armies arrived one after another, all from the most ancient and powerful lineages, representing the pinnacle of the present age.
"Rumble"
On the highest, majestic sacred mountain, the grand palace was pushed open by two beautiful angels with divine wings, revealing the holy gates of the seat of power. A group of elders filed out.
A powerful aura blanketed the heavens and the earth. Clearly, these were extraordinary figures, representing the current Vatican City—nothing to be taken lightly!
"Unexpected, that someone like you, an ancient from a bygone era, has remained, living all the way to this day," Ye Fan murmured softly, his gaze blazing as he fixed his eyes on the Pope on the sacred mountain. This was a great enemy!
"There's nothing to be surprised about. Over a hundred years ago, I also encountered an ancient Daoist in the Central Land. Otherwise, those ancestral artifacts of yours, containing heaven-shaking secrets, would have long been taken away."
The Pope's voice was calm, utterly composed. In his eyes, terrifying divine phenomena of stars collapsing and moons falling manifested. He looked down like a heavenly god.
Around him, various Dao marks appeared, interweaving into a patch of radiant light, like an ancient emperor's divine robe, shimmering with brilliance yet mottled with ancient marks, draped over him. He appeared mysterious and terrifying, powerful and majestic.
"Then come down and fight," Ye Fan said, standing alone in the void, looking down upon Vatican City.
"I am old, unable to accept the challenge," the Pope shook his head, gazing into the distance, and issued a low voice, saying, "I request the supreme Divine Knight to make a move."
At the edge of the earth, an ancient figure appeared, walking step by step, holding a dragon spear, as if crossing over from antiquity into the present age, indescribably terrifying.
"The Divine Clan left behind five experts, who once tried to take over Vatican City. But our greatest Divine Knight killed two of them, one after another."
At the Pope's words, all sides were shaken, erupting in uproar. This was an ancient existence that had slain gods!
A Divine Knight who had never appeared before the eyes of the world!
"Is he the strongest under the entire starry sky?!" People trembled, unable to hold back their shock.
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