Chapter 816: True judgment

There are those who believe in the existence of gods, some who do not believe

in the existence of gods, and some who accept it easily, such as the Yanzhu,

and some who are more sensible, such as the wind column immortal Kawasiya.

After the entire conference room returned to silence, Shiya Kagawa, who had

never spoken, looked at the lord.

"You said that the existence of the gods was confirmed. I want to know how it

was confirmed."

The words of Immortal Kawamiya also focused the eyes of the other pillars.

His words pointed to something more crucial.

How is the existence of the gods... proven?

If there is no evidence, Yoya Sanyashiki, as the master of the ghost killing

team, would obviously not easily announce such information. Since he would

choose to announce it, it means that there is tangible evidence.

No matter which column it is, even the Xinming Islet, who has always believed

in the gods, still wants to know what the evidence confirms the existence of

the gods.

Hearing the question of Immortal Kawamiya, Yoya Yoya Shiki is certainly not

surprised.

He looked at the style butterfly Chana who was sitting in the second position

on the right and had not participated in the discussion from beginning to end,

and nodded slightly at her.

Chanahui put a hand in her arms, then pulled it out again, and opened her hand

in front of everyone. In that white and soft palm, a silver-white hair was

lying quietly.

"This is a gift from the gods, and it is also a proof of his true existence."

The eyes of the many pillars present focused on the palm of Chana Hui.

Although the hair is slender and inconspicuous, all the people present are the

pillars of the ghost killing team, with keen vision, they can clearly see the

seemingly ordinary silver-white hair.

"A hair?"

Immortal Chuan Shimi frowned slightly.

"It seems ordinary."

Yu Yu Tianyuan condensed his eyes to observe.

Chanel fetched the wooden platform that had been placed next to him, put the

strand of hair on the wooden platform, and said, "Get closer, feel carefully,

and you'll know."

Hearing what Chana said, Immortal Kawamiya frowned and looked at the person

next to him.

The Fengzhu Undying Kawasumi, who first presented retrospective evidence, did

not act first, but easily accepted the first action of Yanzhu Purgatory

Kyojuro, who was the existence of the gods.

"That said, this is the hair of a god, right?"

Purgatory Kyōzuro looked at Chana.

"Exactly."

Chanel nodded slightly.

Purgatory Apricot Shourou touched his chin with one hand, and said, "That's

it, then let me feel the existence of the gods."

Talking.

He stood up first, came to the front of the hair, and performed a very formal

ceremony to worship the gods, then knelt down, cupped his hands, and touched

the silver hair.

The fingertips of both hands touched the edge of the hair.

But there is nothing unusual.

It is not heavy, but very slight, it seems to be ordinary hair.

Purgatory Apricot Shou Lang was slightly startled, but then closed his eyes

and mobilized the power of breathing to stimulate his own perception ability.

This perception is an instinct that has been tempered through countless trials

and battles with ghosts all the year round.

One second,

Two seconds,

Three seconds.

Never felt abnormal.

Just as the purgatory Kyrgyzstan was puzzled, his expression suddenly stopped.

He opened his eyes.

I saw that the entire field of vision was suddenly transformed into a vast

expanse of whiteness, the original meeting room had disappeared, and all the

pillars had disappeared.

Everything in front of me turned into a pure white world.

He looked down.

Shock appeared in the eyes.

Under his feet, I don't know how far away, in that endless white, there

appeared a silver bridge that seemed to connect two sections of the world,

running through the other shore!

The magnificent silver bridge is composed of countless shocking textures. Each

texture contains the most indescribable truth. Just looking at it seems to

have endless insights.

As Yan Zhu.

The breathing method he has mastered also has its own unique operating route.

This running route is the essence that countless ancestors have honed,

researched and developed from generation to generation, and finally extracted,

perfect.

But now, on the ‘bridge’, only a little bit of texture on one corner seemed to

far surpass everything that he did not know how many generations of Yan Zhu

had painstakingly researched and created.

That power.

Boundless!

Compared to the silver-white bridge, he was as small as a drop in the ocean.

...

Conference room.

Under the gaze of all Zhus, he saw Yan Zhu Purgatory Apricot Shou Lang closing

his eyes and perceiving carefully for a few seconds, then suddenly the whole

person froze and stopped there completely.

Until nearly half a minute passed.

Puff!

Purgatory Apricot Shou Lang fell to the ground, his face pale.

"Yan Zhu!"

Undead Kawamiya was startled, and immediately reached out to help.

However, Apricot Shouro of Purgatory had barely sat up on the floor, and waved

his hand at Immortal Kawa Minya, indicating that he was okay.

But his whole person seemed to be wet with sweat, and he could clearly see

that all of his forehead was sweat.

"Xing Shou Lang, what do you perceive?"

Yu Yu Tianyuan's eyes were solemn.

Purgatory Apricot Shoulang took a few breaths, and after struggling to

stabilize his breathing, he looked at U髄 Tianyuan and reluctantly spit out a

few words.

"Vast, magnificent, majestic..."

Up to now, he has not been able to fully recover from the shock.

The boundless stalwart shore, I feel the smallness of the sea, and all this is

only from a hair. This is the distance between the sky and the earth, and it

is the other shore that humans cannot touch.

No wonder it confirmed the existence of the gods.

Indeed.

In addition to the true gods, who can have such a powerful and powerful force.

This is no longer a gap in strength, but a distance between level and realm,

which is insurmountable, it is muddy soil and the boundless sky.

Seeing the Purgatory Apricot Shou Lang just touch and perceive, he suddenly

became like this, as if he had experienced a fierce and cruel battle, and the

other pillars looked at each other.

Although I don't know what the Purgatory Kyōzuro felt, it seems that the fact

that the existence of the gods has been confirmed is indeed a fact.

but.

Even if this is confirmed, some people still can't suppress the curiosity in

their hearts.

After a long period of dignified observations, Shiya Undyingkawa, Uzaki

Tianyuan and others chose to try to perceive them in person.

Then fell to the ground one by one.

Only Weimingyu Xingming always put his hands together and didn't try.

Including Zhen Gan also tried to perceive, and then she was also unable to

maintain her will under that vast and stalwart power, just like other Zhu's

performance.

The only difference is that she is a little bit more confused.

Because she felt an inexplicable familiarity from that hair. This familiarity

came from her master, who saved her, raised her, and taught her swordsmanship.

But……

Although the master's power is equally strong, and swordsmanship is beyond her

reach, it seems that it cannot be equated with the immenseness that she feels

on this hair.

Doubts accumulated in her mind. After she barely calmed down some state, she

looked at Chane next to her and asked Chane about the origin of this hair.

Chanel didn't deliberately conceal it, and she described Makan from beginning

to end.

God's gift?

Opportunity to change destiny...

Zhen Jian was stunned for a short period of time, and then suddenly realized--

maybe her master was the one who had been bestowed by the gods, so she

possessed such a superb swordsmanship that was a hundred times better than

her.

Today, she is no longer an ignorant Xiaobai. She clearly understands how

powerful her master's swordsmanship is, and she can definitely kill the

strings in seconds. Even the ghost dance Tsuji who has never seen her face is

not miserable, most of her masters can do it. Sword to kill.

Such power is completely divorced from reality.

Beyond a level, showing a blank span.

This is very unreasonable.

But thinking of the gift of the gods, thinking of the familiar feeling of

power, if the source of all this is due to the gods, then it seems normal,

just like this hair.

If you have the opportunity to see Master again, just ask him.

Zhen Jian thought so in his heart.