Light Fortress

Chapter 1792 - 424: Bearing the Weight of Light

The brilliant golden light erupted in the pitch-black void of the Old World.

Seven Sacrificial knelt on the ground, they opened their chests, gouged out the blood from their hearts, using their blood and lives to summon the birth of light, this blood transformed into pure gold.

As the seven Sacrificial withered away...

Countless rays of light converged in the void, coalescing into a golden portal.

"Lord Divine... will you successfully descend?"

Batu held his breath, watching the Array Patterns formed by the seven Sacrificial with tension.

The golden portal was slowly pushed open.

A figure shrouded entirely in Blazing Light emerged from the void, the light so intense that those aboard the Cloud Ship could hardly gaze upon it.

Including Meng Xizhou.

"It succeeded!"

Meng Xizhou squinted her phoenix eyes, earnestly observing the silhouette encased in Blazing Light, the same kind of radiance she couldn’t see through as the ones before the log cabin... the power from the origin of Light Authority spread, the successful descent of the Divine Throne felt as though a gigantic hand clasped the thousand meters of void where the Cloud Ship resided, causing everyone’s heart to freeze in rhythm.

Batu bowed down excitedly, others followed suit to kneel and worship.

They were so fortunate to witness this Divine Miracle!

"...Lord Divine!"

"Welcome, Lord Divine!"

Cheers erupted aboard the Cloud Ship, only a few dozen witnesses were there, and the successfully descended Light God’s Seat did not land on the Cloud Ship.

The portal shattered, the bodies of the seven Sacrificial burned in the Blazing Light...

In the Light Church, this was called "Returning to the Land of Light," to die in such a manner was a great honor.

Everyone lowered their heads, knelt down.

But only Meng Xizhou stood apart.

She was the impending leader to grasp the Light Fire.

So she alone stood, looking up at that blazing humanoid sun.

"Xizhou, do you remember the question I asked you earlier?"

The voice of the Light God’s Seat resonated in Meng Xizhou’s Heart Lake.

Meng Xizhou’s expression turned solemn.

"It’s time for me to tell you something."

"After listening... you need to make a decision."

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...

In the North Continent’s loft, countless strands of Sword Qi collided, exchanging thousands of layers of air waves within the Divine Domain of the Furnace. At the center where the Sword Qi layered, a figure remained unmoved.

Qinglong sat upright and alert.

He looked up at the point where countless Sword Qi struck.

The Empress summoned the Great Cold, manifesting into thousands of swords, each sword’s falling point precisely matching the previous one, concentrating explosive force on a single point.

In her earlier battle with the Traveller, she did not do this.

Though that bulky Transcendent life form merely carried the Traveller’s fire seed to the North Continent and wasn’t a true Divine Throne... in terms of life tier, it counted as an Origin Realm existence.

In that battle, the Empress dispersed the Sword Qi.

Each strand pierced through the creature’s body.

This showcased the sharpness of the Sword Qi!

Yet now... with countless Sword Qi converging, it couldn’t breach Qinglong’s defenses even within the Empress Divine Domain, where she held absolute dominion.

The Empress concentrated her Sword Qi on a point.

Qinglong’s gaze also gathered at that point.

A thin layer of mist condensed and spread where Qinglong’s gaze fell, forming a small white barrier, this white barrier blocked the thousands of swords.

The mighty Sword Qi impact eventually... transformed into a fine rain.

The crackling explosions rang above Qinglong.

The mist woven by the Cloud Mirror surrounded and opened into an umbrella.

These Sword Qi shattered upon the Cloud Mirror, bouncing like raindrops before dissolving into hazy cold air... the dense cold air seeped towards Qinglong.

But the mist from the Cloud Mirror transmuted into layer upon layer of barriers.

The cold air almost solidified yet couldn’t approach Qinglong.

Within the Empress Divine Domain.

As if a vacuum boundary was carved out, not belonging to her.

All origin, all power, all attacks couldn’t come near—

The torrent of Sword Qi didn’t last long.

When the fiercest penetrating strike was blocked outside the Cloud Mirror’s umbrella, Lin Lei withdrew the suspended swords, their gazes met again.

Sitting on the throne, Qinglong shook his head.

He was the first to speak, breaking the silence.

Qinglong’s tone was of disappointment: "Lin Lei, is your strength only just this?"

In the warning from the Deep Sea.

Lin Lei was a candidate who could threaten his number one position in the future...

Indeed.

Even the proud Qinglong had to admit... Lin Lei harbored potential to surpass him, for in the Furnace of Central City there still rested the second fire seed.

Yet upon meeting and clashing.

He knew.

To surpass him... perhaps Gu Changzhi might have, but Lin Lei certainly could not.

Some things, if you can’t achieve in a year or two, you won’t achieve them in a lifetime.

"..."

In response to Qinglong’s disdainful provocation, Lin Lei reacted calmly.

She smiled: "Already at this realm, do you think such words will affect my dao heart?"

Each Divine Throne level individual was a genius that amazed their era.

Their resolve was unshakable by mere words.

And the inability of the Great Cold Sword Qi to penetrate Qinglong’s defenses was insignificant to the Empress, she was already aware of Qinglong’s approximate strength before his visitation.