Chapter 81

"Purest of believers?" The bishop of the Church of Justice murmured, facing the direction of the Temple of Care. His expression was solemn, seemingly uncertain. He knew very well what the purest of believers meant. He could also clearly feel the divine power brought by the purest of believers. But why was that divine power... not the power of the God of Justice, nor the power of the God of Dawn, but something unfamiliar, only confirming that it was not the power of an evil deity. As for which deity of the Alliance of Light Temples it was, the bishop of the Church of Justice couldn't say for sure at the moment.

In the temple of the God of Dawn, several priests were discussing something. At the same time, everyone sensed something unusual, stopped talking, and looked in the same direction. After a long while, one of the priests asked suspiciously, "Did you feel something?"

"It seems to be divine power, pure divine power," another priest said uncertainly, speaking vaguely.

"That is the power of the purest of believers. The divine power bestowed by generous deities is the purest of divine powers," an older priest said, looking in the direction of the Church of the Goddess of Care with surprise.

"The purest of believers, not the power of the God of Dawn, nor the power of the God of Justice. Which noble deity has bestowed a miracle?"

"Let's just watch for now. The purest of believers, huh!"

In a dark room of the Church of the Guardian, a gaunt old man suddenly opened his eyes, his long eyebrows knitted together, then closed his eyes and said in a voice even he could hardly hear, "The purest of believers? How could they appear in the Church of the Goddess of Care? Strange." After saying that, he resumed his ascetic practices.

It was already late at night, and in a secluded corner of Dusk City, tree shadows swayed with the gentle breeze. The summer night, which should have been full of vitality, was strangely silent, with no cicada sounds. The corner was completely silent, making one's heart race.

A figure dressed in dark clothes stood by a well, blending into the night, standing still like a withered tree. The silence was so complete that from a distance, it seemed as if the figure didn't exist, a mere illusion.

The motionless figure stood for an unknown amount of time, then suddenly moved, turning to look in the direction of the Church of Care. The entire night seemed to distort as he turned, the darkness deepening, contrasting sharply with the distant night sky, as if the dark space itself was twisting and fracturing. The figure seemed somewhat surprised, then slowly and silently raised his hand.

It was unclear whether it was because he had stood for too long or for some other reason, but in the silence, as the figure raised his hand, a faint creaking sound seemed to emanate from his body. The surroundings were so quiet that even the tiniest sound could be heard. If someone were there, they would find it strange to hear the creaking of the joints as the figure raised his hand, but the sound didn't actually exist, and the surroundings remained desolate and cold.

As the figure raised his hand to chest level, a small black light appeared on it.

Black, pure black, even purer than the night. After the black light appeared on his hand, the surrounding darkness seemed to become brighter in comparison, as if it contained a faint light.

The black spot on his hand seemed alive, absorbing the "light" around it from the moment it appeared. The pure black began to spread, and as it spread, the "light" of the night quickly converged on the black spot, strengthening it.

Without light, to a certain extent, it itself becomes a light. But this light looked terrifying, containing various evil forces.

When the blackness spread to about a hundred meters around the figure, it suddenly stopped. The figure withdrew his hand, and the black light, as if having some weight, slowly fell into the well. As the black light fell, a faint sound of crying and screaming seemed to come from the silent darkness, as if countless souls were imprisoned in the black light, struggling to escape from the endless darkness, but could do nothing but cry and scream.

All of this seemed to exist and yet not exist. The dark night around the figure remained completely silent, and at this moment, it seemed even more silent, with even the breeze avoiding the area, not daring to approach.

As the black light entered the well, the screaming became even "clearer." The well, made of green moss-covered stones, seemed to loosen and twist in the black light, as if even the lifeless stones were afraid and wanted to escape.

The black aura around the figure then began to gather, following the black light into the well. It was like an unknown beast, roaring silently, screaming, and dragging a long black tail into the well.

The moment the black light fell onto the water in the well, the water began to boil silently. The black light fell into the well, and then a surging black aura burst out.

No matter how the well water boiled, and how terrifying the surging black aura was, the deep well remained completely silent. But the stones that formed the well began to loosen, and the moss fell into the surging black aura, being silently crushed and carried out of the well.

The surrounding darkness, which had followed the black light into the well, was shattered by the surging black aura, turning into countless tiny black dots that floated in the air, drifting away with the silent breeze, merging into the night and disappearing.

After a long time, everything returned to its original silence. The figure was nowhere to be seen, and except for the moss peeling off the inner walls of the well, it seemed as if no one had been there.

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Jiang Junming was praying while thinking about why Sula had emitted white light, and the light brain had said it detected high-quality energy.

After a long time, the holy emblem of the Goddess of Care returned to its calm state, no longer emitting light. Gradually, people dispersed. The old woman arranged a room for Sula to stay, and Jiang Junming returned to his own room to prepare for sleep. On his way back to his room, Jiang Junming was somewhat excited, wondering what kind of transformation the light brain would make to him after absorbing the high-quality energy.

Just as he reached the door, Jiang Junming sensed some movement from the direction of the temple.

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