EBE Chapter 658 All races come to court
Chapter 658 All races come to court
"He is..."
Without a word, this thought, like a divine revelation, resounded simultaneously in the deepest recesses of the souls of all who witnessed it.
"That one in the murals of the ruins!"
"The Creator God!!"
There were no gasps, no commotion.
At that moment, everyone seemed to be deprived of the ability to speak, and could only stand frozen in place, their pupils contracting violently and their hearts almost stopping.
They forgot their own existence, feeling only an irresistible tremor and awe from the depths of their souls.
All eyes, upon touching Him, trembled violently and averted in alarm.
Gods should not be looked at directly.
But with just one glance, everyone had already etched His image into their hearts.
She was a girl of about sixteen or seventeen years old, wearing a simple blue dress, plain and unadorned, yet spotless, as if woven from the essence of heaven and earth.
Her long, raven-black hair was unbound, cascading down to her waist like a waterfall from the heavens, and fluttering wildly in the sudden gust of wind.
The red mole between her eyebrows, like cinnabar, made her skin appear even whiter and more translucent, like fresh snow after a storm, pure and flawless.
Her face possessed the delicate beauty unique to young girls, with clean and smooth lines; however, her eyes no longer held any trace of naivety or confusion.
His posture was relaxed and natural, not deliberately upright, yet he possessed a calm and serene temperament like mountains and seas.
Without deliberately releasing any pressure, He simply stood there quietly, as if becoming the axis of heaven and earth, the moon in the night, making people involuntarily want to worship Him.
His clothing was not luxurious; on the contrary, it was extremely simple, yet it was a return to simplicity and a quality that surpassed that of all living beings.
He needs no external embellishment.
His very existence is the most dazzling and undeniable brilliance in the world.
The three Star Clan members were stunned for a moment, then were overwhelmed by immense joy!
An opportunity! The chance they had been waiting for had finally arrived!
They fell to their knees with a thud, prostrating themselves in the most humble posture, their voices distorted by extreme excitement and fear, screaming hoarsely in a rush:
"Welcome back, God of Creation! O supreme deity..."
"The lowly servant StarClan, knowing the enormity of our sins, wishes to abandon darkness and embrace the light. Therefore, we offer the corpse of Bagayal, the traitor of the Second Heaven, and beg for your forgiveness."
"We are willing to dedicate everything to serve you, to clear away all those who disrespect you from our path, including these ants before us who dare to make a fuss in your presence!"
As they spoke, one of the Star Clan members secretly turned his head and gave the group that had just attacked them an extremely provocative, smug, and triumphant smile.
They silently proclaimed their "victory".
However, their ecstasy and calculations were utterly and ruthlessly crushed in the next instant.
She merely glanced at them casually and indifferently.
Like brushing past a few grains of dirty dust.
The three Star Clan members kneeling on the ground had all their fawning, smugness, and wishful thinking frozen on their faces in an instant.
The legendary immortal purple bones, along with the rotten skin they had stolen, disintegrated silently and completely in that instant, like a projected illusion.
There were no screams, no struggles, no loss of energy, and not even the slightest trace of its existence.
It was as if they had never been in this world.
Qin Youyou's calm and composed voice slowly rang out, clearly reaching the ears of every onlooker present:
"The executioner's surrender..."
"It is the greatest desecration of the deceased."
Her gaze swept lightly over the still-shaken people, and without saying much, she made her attitude and stance clear to everyone.
Forgiveness resides in my heart, but I will never extend it to the most wicked.
After a brief period of deathly silence came a volcanic eruption of ecstasy and release, accompanied by sobs and trembling!
"They're dead! They're dead!"
"The gods did not accept them! The gods have stood up for us!"
"Revenge has been achieved! My mixed-race compatriots! The myriad beings of the Second Heaven! Did you see that?! Revenge has been achieved—!!"
"We are willing to follow the Creator God forever!"
The fear and despair that had been building up due to StarClan's provocation finally found their most thorough and cathartic release at this moment.
Tears welled up in people's eyes.
Hearing the excited cheers of the crowd below, the Qin Youyou of the past might have been unaccustomed to such a grand occasion, and even felt a little embarrassed by being praised too much, but now she has transformed.
She no longer felt embarrassed, and was genuinely moved when she saw happy people.
Just as she was about to say something...
Suddenly, a clear and melodious phoenix cry came from the eastern horizon, piercing through the clouds and splitting the rocks.
Upon hearing the sound, everyone turned around and looked up, only to see countless rays of light and auspicious colors on the horizon.
“That is…” Their pupils trembled.
Led by Feng Jiutian, three thousand phoenixes from Phoenix Ridge flew in a grand procession toward this place.
The phoenix's feathers are brilliantly colored, its flight is graceful and elegant, and its body exudes a sacred and auspicious aura.
Every flap of their wings is breathtakingly beautiful.
Feng Jiutian landed first, transforming into human form, and led the entire Phoenix Clan in bowing deeply in the direction of Qin Youyou.
With an elegant and devout posture: "The Phoenix Clan of Phoenix Ridge respectfully welcomes the return of our god! May our clan's auspiciousness forever bathe us in divine grace!"
Almost simultaneously, the roar of a dragon from the west shook the heavens, and its mighty power swept across the land like a tsunami.
In the direction of Fallen Dragon Valley, clouds and mist surged, and thirty-two enormous, uniquely shaped divine dragons tore through the clouds.
Leading the pack was a massive, thick azure dragon, its body almost blotting out the sky and radiating a terrifying aura.
Ying Cancan frowned, carefully examining the appearance of the Azure Dragon. It felt somewhat familiar, yet also somewhat unfamiliar.
As the Azure Dragon soared through the clouds and descended in human form, she became even more suspicious, pointing and saying, "This fat man looks familiar. Was there one of the Eighteen Divine Dragons before?"
The Azure Dragon was tearful.
Upon noticing the disappearance of the ruins, he guessed that his wife might have returned. Overwhelmed with longing for her, he rushed over, just in time to share a passionate kiss with her...
Unexpectedly, his wife, whom he hadn't seen for a long time, poured cold water on him the moment she saw him, and he instantly held back the tears welling up in his eyes.
Honey, are you kidding me?!
Over the years, he's gained some weight in the fields of his master's yard, and he's lost his former beauty, but we were husband and wife after all. Do you really have to act like a stranger to him?!
Qinglong stumbled and glared fiercely at Ying Cancan.
More important matters need to be addressed; I'll settle the score with you later!
Ying Cancan was a little confused by his glare.
Then the portly man led thirty-one powerful dragon warriors to land with a thud, placed his right hand on his chest, and spoke with a voice as resounding as the clash of metal and stone: "Azure Dragon of Divine Dragon Valley, leading all the dragon tribes, respectfully welcomes our lord's return! The sharpest blade of the dragon race is willing to be the blade in our god's hand, sweeping across the universe!"
"That's really strange, I recognize all sixteen of them..." Ying Cancan's beautiful eyes were filled with increasing confusion.
She didn't mince words when she asked her question: "If I remember correctly, my husband is the only Azure Dragon in the Dragon Clan. Who is this venerable, chubby uncle? He can't possibly be a junior, can he?"
Fat...middle...uncle?
Fat Green Dragon froze abruptly; his heart was struck heavily by those three words.
It shattered into pieces all over the ground.
Looking at the handsome men behind Qin Youyou and Ying Cancan, and then looking down at his own bulging belly, he realized he couldn't even see his own toes while standing like this...
Fat Green Dragon blushed, suddenly feeling embarrassed.
Ying Cancan muttered, "Where's my husband, brothers and sisters? Have you seen him?"
The dragons were startled. Good heavens, how do we answer this question?
They all knew that Ying Cancan was a sucker for good looks.
Sensing the mocking gazes of his fellow clansmen, Qinglong gritted his teeth: "We can discuss private matters later!"
Ying Cancan's eyebrows shot up. How dare she be so arrogant when she looks like that?
But she had to admit that this guy had a point. She held her anger back. Today was Youyou's big day, so she endured it!
Qin Youyou watched the interaction between the two dragons, her temples throbbing. Should she tell them the truth...?
Just then, a thunderous roar came from the southern land, as if ten thousand beasts were stampeding!
Lord of the Beasts, Tiger Thunderstorm, and Young Master Tiger Alpha, led thousands of powerful beastmen, transforming into a torrent as they surged forward.
Most of them retained some animalistic features, their fangs and claws gleaming coldly, their eyes filled only with pure fanaticism and awe.
Tiger Thunder roared, shaking the mountains, and was the first to prostrate himself on the ground. All the beastmen followed suit, pressing their heads deeply into the ground with the highest honor of the beastmen.
"The entire Beast Territory respectfully welcomes the return of the Beast God! Our fangs and claws will forever be your shield, ready to slay all invading enemies!"
Holy light soared into the sky from the north, and solemn hymns seemed to rise from the void.
More than 100,000 believers of Holy Light, led by Qin Xiaorong, Qin Zhengjiao and other members of the Qin family.
They were dressed in newly embroidered white holy robes, their expressions solemn and dignified, and they came down from the sky with devout steps.
Yes, they are believers in the Holy Light, but not believers in the Temple of the Holy Light.
After the Temple of Holy Light was destroyed, the "Wadasi" rebuilt the Temple of Holy Light. It did not require any faith offerings from believers. The badges distributed to the believers told them: My heart is the temple, my thoughts are eternity.
The true Creator does not need the faith of any living being.
But with faith, one will naturally come to Him.
Their expressions were solemn and dignified, yet their eyes were clear and firm, and their steps were steady, carrying a heartfelt and unadulterated piety.
They held no luxurious offerings in their hands, only the shimmering badges of holy light on their chests, and their burning hearts beating in accordance with the new oath of holy light.
All the believers together placed their right hands on their breasts in perfect unison.
Baili Yanxuan, an outstanding Glory King-level believer dressed in a white robe, took a step forward as a representative of the believers.
She looked excitedly at the real form of her idol "Watashi" before her, but fearing to disturb the gods, she hurriedly lowered her head, her voice trembling.
"The Temple of Holy Light is a thing of the past, but the Holy Light endures forever!"
"It resides in our hearts, in every act of sheltering the weak, and in our unyielding struggle against darkness! We do not follow a temple, but you, our Creator, who spread this light and made this covenant!"
"May my body forever follow my God! May my heart forever continue the Holy Light!"
All the believers responded in unison, their voices converging into a steadfast torrent, filled with unquestionable faith and loyalty.
"May my body forever follow my God! May my heart forever continue the Holy Light!"
Qin Youyou looked at them, her eyes filled with deep emotion.
She gently raised her hand, and a soft force lifted up all those who were bowing their heads.
The voice was gentle yet firm.
“I need no faith or offerings, nor do I need any followers. Your very existence, your fulfillment of your vows, and your protection of the vulnerable are the best response to this world and to me. You are free.”
However, the believers firmly shook their heads.
Baili Yanxuan's voice was extremely earnest:
"You do not need our faith, but we cannot help but give our faith to you."
"You spread light, and we follow the light; you protect all living beings, and we become an extension of your protective hand. This is our willing choice, please... do not refuse."
Their eyes were pure and fervent, not blind worship, nor a search for protection, but a yearning to walk alongside.
Qin Youyou watched them quietly and saw the determination in their eyes.
She understood that this was not a "bond" that could be forcibly broken.
She finally nodded slightly and said no more.
That tacit approval was like a spring breeze, instantly igniting the light in the eyes of all believers!
They knew that our God had accepted it.
It's not about accepting offerings, but about accepting their determination to walk alongside them and protect the world together.
The holy light never fades; it is concentrated here in another form, even more firmly, illuminating the path ahead.
At the same time, the voice of Qin Xiaorong, the God of Order, resounded in the minds of every person and every living being on this continent.
"A new order has begun, the old rules must be overturned. All races rise up and worship the divine grace!"
At this moment, time seemed to be briefly unified.
Thousands of miles away, an old farmer who was bending over to work suddenly straightened up, vendors stopped shouting, and children who were playing stopped in their tracks.
Everyone seemed frozen in place, their expressions contorted as they listened intently to the voice that directly affected their souls.
The wind seemed to have stopped.
"A new order has begun, and the old rules must be abolished."
These eight words, like the resounding toll of a great bell, shook the hearts and minds of all who heard them.
"All races rise up, and together pay homage to divine grace—!"
The last sentence, like a final command, carries an unquestionable authority.
After a brief period of silence, ripples spread across the entire continent.
In the fields, an old farmer shakily straightened his tattered clothes. In the market, the vendors forgot about their goods, and the children, imitating the adults, all turned towards the ruins.
Deep in the mountains and seas, powerful demonic beasts, ancient races, and profound sects—all living beings—lowered their proud heads at this moment, expressing their awe of this will originating from the very foundation of the world in their own ways.
There were no uniform ceremonies, and no coercive commands.
At this moment, billions of living beings reacted almost unanimously, expressing reverence and accepting the new order, due to the communication of the will of a deity.
Qin Youyou felt that in that instant, countless forces of faith surged into her body.
She jolted, sensing something, and looked up at the sun in the sky.
After regaining her memories, Qin Youyou now knows that the Second Heaven and the Subcontinent share the same sun and the same moon.
However, the brilliance of the sun and moon is fading.
At this moment, as the primordial energy of the world rapidly returned to her body, the brilliance of the blazing sun in the sky quickly dimmed.
Qin Youyou frowned, took off into the air, and beneath her, a black phoenix that blotted out the sky spread its wings. The two of them, one human and one phoenix, headed straight for the blazing sun!