HCB Chapter 148 Temple of the Gods
Chapter 148 Temple of the Gods
Three days ago, the [Uncharted] team watched from Garuda Queen's back as it flew over mountains and rivers, finally landing in front of the Temple of the Gods.
At this moment, the area outside the Temple of the Gods was enveloped by six divine lights of different colors. As the group approached, smiles involuntarily appeared on their faces. These six figures surrounding the Temple of the Gods were all familiar faces!
Jade Emperor!!
The Emperor of the Upper Palace of Gou Chen!
The Great Emperor of the North Pole of the Central Heaven!
The Great Emperor of Qinghua in the Eastern Pole!
The Antarctic Immortal Emperor!
The Great Emperor of Fengdu!
The six figures smiled when they saw Ling Yunxiao and his group.
"You've finally arrived. We've been waiting for you for so long."
After the six figures appeared, Yang Jian and Nezha returned to the group with smiles, but said nothing.
"The Hindu temple is the best-preserved divine kingdom to date. Almost all of them are inside, except for the beast gods and water gods that you have exterminated."
As the Emperor of Fengdu spoke, he pointed to the Temple of the Heavenly Gods, introducing it with a solemn expression.
Ling Yunxiao thought for a moment, then took out the Judge's Pen and the Book of Life and Death.
"Old friends return on the Bridge of Helplessness"
After writing the line, the phantom of Fengdu appeared in the air. The Emperor of Fengdu looked at Fengdu, which was five parts similar to his own origin, and fell silent again. If his origin was so powerful, he would not need the Five Heavenly Emperors to take action. He could suppress this Temple of Gods by himself.
Unfortunately, Ling Yunxiao was unaware of his thoughts; otherwise, he would have told him that his thinking was too conservative. If the Great Emperor of Fengdu from the Primordial World were here, the Temple of the Gods would probably have been completely destroyed by now.
In the illusory image of Fengdu, Zhong Kui and Cui Jue emerged together.
"The Punisher of Evil, Zhong Kui."
“The Underworld Law Office, Cui Jue.”
"I have seen the person in charge of the book."
After bowing gracefully to Ling Yunxiao, the two looked up at the Temple of the Gods.
"This place is well-built, but what kind of monsters and demons live inside?"
As Zhong Kui spoke, the Zhong Kui Demon-Slaying Sword, which had been hovering in front of Garuda King, returned to his hand. He raised his eyebrows and swept the sword out horizontally. The Five Heavenly Emperors and the Great Emperor of Fengdu had already withdrawn their divine power of isolation the moment Zhong Kui drew his sword.
Zhong Kui's Demon-Slaying Sword landed on the protective barrier surrounding the Temple of Heaven, instantly eliciting the clang of metal on metal.
A moment later, the shimmering barrier suddenly shattered, and the divine realm of the Heavenly God Temple was finally fully exposed to everyone. Looking up, everyone couldn't help but sigh that it was indeed well-constructed.
The temples and palaces of the three major Hindu creator gods are the most eye-catching. These temples are centered around a magnificent main hall and surrounded by several exquisite auxiliary buildings.
The main hall stands proudly like a giant reaching for the sky. Its building materials are mostly hard stones or bricks that have been weathered by time, carefully constructed to show a sense of solemnity and grandeur.
The auxiliary buildings, like loyal guards, surround the main temple. Some of them are dedicated to other gods of slightly lower status but equally revered, while others serve as sacred sites for worship and grand religious ceremonies.
For Hindus, temples are undoubtedly the most sacred places of faith, the places where their souls can find rest.
Every day, as the first rays of sunlight pierce the clouds and illuminate the earth, devout believers arrive with offerings of flowers, fruits, and incense, gathering here. With reverence, they enter the temple, whispering their prayers in the solemn atmosphere, offering their sincerest respect and sacrifices to the gods.
"Are these devotees actually being kept in Hindu temples?"
Ling Yunxiao stared in astonishment at the believers before him, and exclaimed in surprise upon realizing they were just ordinary people. Yang Jian, however, shook his head with resentment in his eyes and began to explain on his behalf in a heavy voice.
"It's just a slightly more advanced circle of people. Apart from their faith, these people have long since lost their original nature and are no different from walking corpses. Their lives and deaths are meaningless to them."
"Indeed, it's a place that should disappear completely."
The king sighed, "What difference does it make whether these people are alive or dead?"
The group slowly entered the Hindu temple, as if stepping into a fantastical world. The worshippers here seemed completely oblivious to these outsiders, continuing their pilgrimage and prayers.
They walked slowly forward, witnessing firsthand a dazzling array of prayer rituals:
During the solemn and dignified sacrificial ceremony, priests dressed in magnificent attire held ritual implements and chanted incantations, leading believers to feel the blessings of the gods amidst wisps of incense smoke and melodious bell tolls.
In the empty square, believers resembling monks sat on the ground, displaying an elegant and relaxed state of mind and body, with an eerie look of happiness on their sallow and emaciated faces.
And the passionate chanting rose and fell, like hymns offered to the gods, resounding through the sky.
Even more captivating are the graceful dancers, clad in vibrant costumes, their toes lightly touching the ground as they twirl and leap, conveying boundless reverence for the gods. But upon closer inspection, one discovers they resemble puppets on strings, their faces bearing eerie smiles, their synchronized movements sending chills down one's spine.
As the group ventured deeper, the figures of the human believers gradually disappeared, replaced by a gathering of lower deities imbued with divine power. Their actions were remarkably similar to those of the ordinary human believers outside.
Similarly, the gods remained completely unmoved by the arrival of the group, as if they were completely oblivious. Their actions and rituals were not disrupted in the slightest.
Ling Yunxiao stopped in his tracks amidst the oppressive and eerie atmosphere. He slowly raised his head and looked at Zhong Kui and Cui Jue.
"Here, perhaps there are some innocent gods, perhaps even kind gods like Agni. Unfortunately, their souls have already been extracted, and since they are now no different from dead, why don't you all send them on their way?"
As soon as Ling Yunxiao finished speaking, just as he was about to activate the Wu Clan bloodline, Wang Mian had already placed one hand on his shoulder.
"You don't need to lift a finger against these lowly elephant gods. Just stay on the sidelines and unleash that red flame to harvest energy points. If those high-ranking gods make a move, you can react immediately."
As Wang Mian spoke, he drew the Candle Dragon's horn, but before he could step forward, the golden three-pointed double-edged halberd and the three-headed, six-armed Nezha had already made their move.
Then, a scene unfolded that left both Wang Mian and Ling Yunxiao speechless.
The Five Emperors and Fengdu, who were about to make a move, abruptly stopped themselves.
The first to rush out were Nezha, Yang Jian, Leng Xuan, and Han Shaoyun. These four each swiftly killed several gods, but these gods were like puppets, letting the blood of the gods around them splatter on them, yet they continued to pray without any emotion.