Light Fortress

Chapter 1790 - 423: Double Layers of the Golden Divine Domain

The seven Sacrificials arrived at the position on the cloud ship deck. They slit their wrists, using their own blood as offerings, to exchange for the arrival of light.

"Tick-tock!"

Blood fell onto the cloud ship, producing a crisp echo.

The crimson blood fell and bounced, transforming into golden color in mid-air, with each drop swirling and spinning as blood pearls. The seven Sacrificials, clad in robes at this moment, began to wither. Their skin started to hollow, flesh rapidly shrunk, yet their gaze grew ever resolute; viewing their pupils alone, one would sense their spirit intensely expanding.

This was the result of the Light’s will crossing the void to arrive.

For the believers.

In a lifetime, to witness the True God even once is enough to deem life without regret.

Even if it costs one’s own life for this encounter... it is worth it!

"Hoo..."

Batu watched from the side, holding his breath in tension.

Light descended in this Dark Land, countless lumens rolled back like waterfalls from the cloud ship fleet’s array pattern ground. These seven Sacrificials used faith and life as the price, communicating with the authority of light, summoning this towering door of sanctity and majesty.

A sky-high light pillar appeared in the Old World.

Simultaneously.

This light pillar also appeared on the other shore of the Red Lake in Light City, before that dilapidated old house.

The old man calmly gazed at the light pillar before him.

Unprecedented tranquility at the Red Lake.

Thick fog obscured the scenery of the other shore of Red Lake, also veiling this nearly celestial-reaching holy light. For those ordinary people living in Light City, there was no change in the city right now... just the old day’s setting sun that had not ascended in a long time, rising again over the lake waters.

The Divine Miracle reappeared on Sunset Mountain.

The old man silently clenched his fist...

This body was too old, so old it seemed like a bunch of cotton, ready to disperse with a breath.

No matter how powerful, it’s hard to fight against time.

Old enough to be near death, left with just one breath even on the Throne, what does it matter?

"Disregarding Origin Power... this body’s strength is not even comparable to a white wisp."

Deep Sea looked at his palm, these twenty years in Light City have seldom seen any Divine Miracle, the reason is simple—after entering this shell, only a very simple part of the Origin Power could be utilized... just like the battle where he maneuvered white wisp against rusty bones.

Though there was ample theoretical knowledge, its combat experience was nearly zero.

With a High-Level Transcendent’s body, crushing lower-level ones, no problem.

But if the same level were to battle... it would certainly be at a disadvantage.

The white wisp battle was where Deep Sea was suppressed by rusty bones from start to finish, which was due to its computational power not being strong enough; now the eleventh upgrade is nearly complete, this plight will likely soon face an end. As long as computational power is strong enough, no battle cannot be won, with computational power sufficient support, it can predict every thought and possibility of the opponent, completely controlling the battle’s outcome.

To prevent the Light God’s Seat from being exposed.

Deep Sea must occasionally let it appear... of course, appearing in the Spiritual World.

Thus, Divine Intervention is impossible to happen, at least not within the Five Continents domain, if the highest seat recognizes its flaw, its planned layout would be destroyed.

Looking back, it becomes clear that the Divine Intervention of Duolu River Disaster Realm was doomed to fail from the start.

Even without external interruption.

Deep Sea would not truly allow this body to perform Divine Intervention... it was merely a way to prove that the Light God’s Seat was still alive, and from the final result, this method proved highly successful. After the failure of the Duolu River Divine Intervention, no one suspected the Light City.

But it is different now.

It requests Qinglong’s presence, persuading the Storm to act... as long as ensuring these two can hold off the Empress and Bai Shu, its Divine Intervention will no longer possess risk, within the Five Continents, there is already no one capable of opposing the Light God’s Seat.

The new Lord of Wine is still growing and very immature, not to be feared.

As for the Netherworld King.

The outside world abounds in speculation about the Netherworld King, with various conjectures being firmly asserted.

But regrettably...

From Deep Sea’s perspective, the Netherworld King was never a threat it needed to consider.

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East Continent.

Qingzhong Cemetery.

The waves surged sky-high as two figures fought in the cemetery. Although the inner cemetery was not large, once the Golden Divine Domain was unleashed, this domain was dragged into the void, and with sea waters flooding backward, the Golden Divine Domain was completely submerged.

Young Bai Shu was surrounded by countless golden rays.

He didn’t care at all about how much sea water the Storm God’s Throne could move. At this moment, the Golden Divine Domain bore a significant weight but he still moved rapidly, each punch thrown producing a sonic boom.

Roaring sounds blend with the tsunami.

The Storm God’s Throne was beaten back step by step, his hair scattered, and his divine robe was torn in several places. Bai Shu’s fists reminded him of Gu Changzhi thirty years ago.

He had been on the Throne for a long time, although not comparable to the Light Sky.

But when Gu Changzhi ascended to godhood, he had been seated on the Throne for more than ten years.

However...

Upon witnessing Gu Changzhi’s ascension firsthand, the Storm God’s Throne knew, he would soon be surpassed by this young man from the East Continent, who exudes fearless brilliance like the sun, a pure and immense battle spirit more dazzling than the Light God’s Seat.