PDLP Chapter 210 Faith Shaking
Chapter 210 Faith Shaking
Miao territory, Linggu Cave.
The morning sun shone on the river outside the village, making it sparkle like countless tiny pieces of gold dancing on the water.
On the grass by the river, Jin Hao and Yin Jian squatted side by side, their eyes fixed on the gently flowing river.
One of them was wearing a black casual jacket and had his hair styled in a special way. Although he hadn't slept well last night and had dark circles under his eyes, he still tried his best to maintain the persona of a "refined boy".
The other was wearing a brand-new dark blue Miao costume, with a silver belt around her waist that glittered in the sunlight. She looked very energetic, but her expression was somewhat dazed.
The two squatted there, neither of them speaking.
He just stared at the river for a long time.
The water flows down from upstream, crashing against the rocks and splashing up white spray, making a gurgling sound. Occasionally, a few fallen leaves drift by, swirling and floating downstream.
"Silver Horn".
Jin Hao suddenly spoke.
Yin Jian didn't turn around, he just hummed in response.
Jin Hao stared blankly at the river.
"You think we were gods before? And brothers too, me the older brother and you the younger brother?"
Yin Jian was stunned for a moment, then subconsciously retorted:
"I'm the older brother, I'm older than you."
Jin Hao scratched his head.
"But that was so long ago, who knows? How can we be sure what happened back then?"
"Maybe I was born before you?"
Yin Jian: "..."
He opened his mouth, wanting to refute, but found that he had no idea how to refute it.
The two fell silent again.
He continued to stare blankly at the river.
The sunlight shone on them, warm and comforting, making them feel a little sleepy.
"Golden Horn".
Yin Jian suddenly spoke.
Jin Hao looked at him.
"Um?"
"If we really are the reincarnations of those two children... then what about the Taoist priest?"
Jin Hao was stunned.
Taoist priest?
Yes.
Where's the Taoist priest?
Those fragments, those broken swords, were all brought back by the Taoist brother from the oasis.
How did the Taoist priest know that these things were connected to them?
Jin Hao thought for a long time.
He remembered that figure from behind.
The back view of the old man in the white robe.
That back view that felt incredibly familiar and dear to him.
A thought suddenly popped into his mind.
That old man...
Could it be...?
Jin Hao was startled by his own thought.
He shook his head violently.
"Impossible, impossible..."
Yin Jian looked at him.
"What's impossible?"
Jin Hao opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but didn't know how to say it.
He scratched his head and managed to stammer out:
"A Taoist priest is just a Taoist priest, why think so much about it?"
Yin Jian looked at him and remained silent for a few seconds.
Then he nodded.
"That's true."
The two continued to stare blankly at the river.
Sunlight shone on the river, making it sparkle.
The distant roar of the waterfall, faint and indistinct, mingled with the sound of the water, sounded like some kind of ancient chant.
Jin Hao suddenly remembered something.
"By the way, Silver Horn, you've now reached the Great Dao Integration stage. What are your plans for the future?"
Yin Jian was stunned for a moment.
Intend?
He really hadn't thought about it.
I've been busy consolidating my cultivation in seclusion these past two days, and then I received those fragments after coming out, so I haven't been able to process what's going on.
"I don't know," he answered honestly.
Jin Hao chuckled twice.
"Why don't you come with me to join the Night's Watch? With our current strength, we can definitely become the Night's Watch's trump cards, and then we can get whatever we want."
Yin Jian glanced at him.
"An ace? And you expect to get everything you want? You really think it's that easy to get by in the system?"
Jin Hao was unconvinced.
"Why not? We're practically reincarnations of gods!"
Are you sure?
"Uh...maybe."
The two looked at each other and laughed at the same time.
As he laughed, Jin Hao suddenly sighed.
"Silver Horn, tell me... if we really are the reincarnations of those two children, what happened to them afterward?"
Yin Jian fell silent.
Those fragments.
That broken sword.
It goes without saying what happened next.
"I don't know," he said softly.
Jin Hao didn't ask any more questions.
The two of them sat there, watching the river.
The water continued to flow gurglingly.
The sun was still shining warmly.
far away.
At the entrance of the village.
Li Jun stood there, watching the two figures on the riverbank.
His gaze was calm and profound.
Beside them, the old Taoist priest slowly walked over.
"What are those two kids doing squatting there?"
Li Jun withdrew his gaze and looked at his master.
Let's chat.
The old Taoist priest followed his gaze and smiled.
"Youth is wonderful."
He paused, then looked at Li Jun.
"Jun'er, when are we going back?"
Li Jun thought about it.
"Tomorrow."
The old Taoist priest nodded.
"OK."
He turned around and slowly walked back.
Li Jun stood still and glanced at the two figures on the riverbank one last time.
The sun is shining brightly.
The river water is very clear.
The two people sat there, chatting and laughing.
A slight smile curved his lips.
Then, he turned around and followed his master back.
……
at the same time.
Europa, headquarters of the Church of Holy Light.
Thirty meters underground, a place of slumber.
In the narrow passageway, the flames of the ever-burning lamps flickered, casting the murals on the stone walls on both sides in an intermittent light.
The angels brought good news.
Christ was baptized.
The Last Supper.
Each painting appears and disappears in the interplay of light and shadow.
The Pope walked slowly, alone.
Footsteps echoed in the corridor, light and intermittent, yet exceptionally clear in the silence. (Explore urban fiction categories)
He walked very slowly.
His brows were furrowed.
His face was etched with an unyielding solemnity.
Ever since he saw the giant hand that flew out of the oasis, and the dragon bones that were pulled out by the giant hand, his heart had been in suspense.
The energy level of that giant hand shattered their upgraded monitoring devices.
Those dragon bones are from the dragon in the legends of the Great Xia Dynasty.
A divine dragon that soars through the clouds and brings rain.
Even if only a skeleton remains, such an existence still has a huge impact.
Now, the dragon skeleton has been taken away by the Night's Watch.
What would the Night's Watch do with it?
Research? Utilization?
The Pope didn't know.
He took a deep breath and quickened his pace.
Ahead, the stone gate engraved with intricate runes appeared.
The runes on the stone gate glowed faintly, as if they had sensed his arrival.
The Pope stopped in his tracks.
He straightened his clothes, took a deep breath, and then reached out and placed his hand on the stone door.
crunch.
The stone gate slowly opened.
Saint Ambrose still lay on the stone couch in the center of the stone chamber.
His eyes were closed, and a faint light flowed around him.
The Pope walked to the stone couch and bowed slightly.
"Saint Ambrose".
He spoke softly.
"I have some questions and would appreciate your guidance."
The stone chamber was silent for a few seconds.
Then, Saint Ambrose opened his eyes.
Those cloudy yet deep eyes looked at the Pope.
"Your Majesty, please speak."
The Pope took a deep breath and recounted in detail the giant hand that flew out of the oasis and the dragon bone that was pulled out by the giant hand.
St. Ambrose listened quietly.
His face was expressionless.
He slowly closed his eyes only after the Pope finished speaking.
A long silence fell over the stone chamber.
The Pope stood there, not daring to utter a sound.
He could sense that St. Ambrose was thinking.
Beneath that youthful face, something was stirring.
a long time.
Saint Ambrose opened his eyes.
"His Majesty."
He spoke, his voice hoarse.
"That dragon skeleton..."
"It should be the dragon from the legends of the Great Xia Dynasty."
"This kind of creature did indeed exist before the end of the Dharma."
"Then...what about that giant hand?" the Pope pressed.
St. Ambrose fell silent.
He looked at the ceiling of the stone chamber, his cloudy eyes flashing with an uncertain light.
"That giant hand..."
He spoke slowly.
"It should be a spell."
"An extremely simple and basic technique."
The Pope was stunned.
Simple? Basic?
Was the giant hand that blew up their monitoring devices a simple, basic spell?
How is that possible?
St. Ambrose glanced at him.
"Does Your Majesty find this unbelievable?"
The Pope nodded.
"The energy level of that giant hand exceeded the limits of our monitoring equipment..."
St. Ambrose raised his hand, interrupting him.
"Your Majesty, you have misunderstood."
"When I say it's simple and basic, I mean its structure, which is similar to the Church's Holy Light spell."
The Pope listened, completely stunned.
Similar to Holy Light?
Doesn't that mean...?
Was the person who cast that spell just doing it on a whim?
St. Ambrose looked at him with a deep gaze.
"Your Majesty, you should understand what this means."
The Pope remained silent.
Of course he understands.
This means that the person who cast the spell was incredibly powerful.
So powerful that it doesn't even require the use of any advanced techniques.
Even a basic, beginner-level spell can produce that kind of effect.
Just like...
Just like when humans tease ants, they can simply point and the ants will fly away.
A layer of cold sweat seeped from the Pope's back.
"Saint Ambrose..."
His voice trembled slightly.
"Who...could that person be?"
St. Ambrose shook his head. "I don't know, but..."
"Even at my peak, I was still far from being on the same level as him."
The Pope's pupils contracted sharply.
Saint Ambrose was the most powerful saint at his peak, far surpassing even him...
Does that mean that true gods have already revived in the Great Xia Dynasty?
Or perhaps someone in the Great Xia Dynasty has already touched upon the power of the gods in this era?
Not the so-called divine realm! Not a saint above the divine realm! But a true god level above saints!
"But..." the Pope began with difficulty, "Didn't you say before that Great Xia had become an abandoned land?"
St. Ambrose fell silent.
He looked at the Pope, a very complex light flashing in his eyes.
That was confusion.
It's confusion.
There's still a sliver...
shake.
"His Majesty."
Saint Ambrose spoke, his voice hoarse.
"Oracles never fail."
"But this time..."
He paused.
"I have no idea."
The Pope was stunned.
do not know?
Saint Ambrose, who has lived for four hundred years, actually said "I don't know"?
St. Ambrose closed his eyes.
"Go."
He said softly.
"Go with your plan. As things stand, it's the right thing to do to unite with other parties."
"The rest... will become clear after the third wave of spiritual tide erupts."
The Pope took a deep breath and bowed.
"Yes."
He turned and walked out.
As he reached the door, he suddenly stopped and looked back.
On the stone bed, Saint Ambrose still kept his eyes closed.
That face, no longer aged, bore an indescribable weariness.
The Pope withdrew his gaze and walked out of the stone chamber.
The stone gate slowly closed.
In the passageway, only the flame of the eternal lamp flickered faintly.