The God of Heavens

Chapter 221 The Lord of Light Descends Upon His Loyal Holy Land
The Holy City has fallen! The news struck like a thunderbolt.

A cultivator witnessed a colossal hand tearing through the sky. Everyone rushed to the scene, only to find a bottomless crater. The entire holy city had vanished into thin air!

This dramatic change instantly ignited panic among the various Western cultivation traditions, and an unprecedented unease spread wildly throughout the Western cultivation world.

At the same moment, atop Mount Tai, cultivators gathered in droves, the entire cultivation world of Central China pouring out its forces, their killing intent soaring to the heavens. When Lin Yu revealed his unparalleled divine power of capturing a city from afar, everyone present was utterly shaken and completely submitted.

"This westward expedition will be a direct assault on the church headquarters. Gods will be slain if they stand in our way, demons will be vanquished if they stand in our way!"

Lin Yu surveyed the assembled cultivators, then spoke solemnly, his voice ringing like a sword.

To change the landscape of the cultivation world, the strongest combat power is naturally the most important, but the battles fought by lower-level cultivators are also essential; the battles that need to be fought must still be fought.

However, as long as the church headquarters is captured, the other forces are nothing but chickens and dogs, and there is no need to take action. At that time, Western Confucian scholars will naturally debate the scriptures for them.

After everyone received their orders, Lin Yu waved his hand, and the gates of Ye City opened. Squads of holy warriors emerged, all riding savage beasts, gleaming with golden light, each with a solemn and dignified appearance, surrounded by holy radiance.

"Hey, aren't you that..." someone exclaimed in surprise. The leader of the knights was an old man wearing a golden robe, holding a divine staff, and his whole body was shrouded in holy light.

"My name is Atuo. I have been enlightened by the great and radiant Heavenly Emperor and am now a servant under his command," the old man in golden robes said with a slight bow.

“These surrendered followers are familiar with the distribution of power among the various factions in the Western Lands and can serve as guides,” Lin Yu said calmly.

"Lin Sheng, are these people really trustworthy?" an elder asked in a low voice.

"It's alright, I'll send someone to keep an eye on them." As Lin Yu spoke, a female angel clad in silver armor gracefully descended.

She had a graceful figure, four pairs of blazing wings, and was surrounded by a divine halo that shimmered with light. She knelt on one knee and said devoutly, "Supreme Emperor of Light, your humble servant is willing to follow you for eternity."

Angels are beings that should come from the depths of the stars, and I have never heard of them in the Big Dipper. I don't know how they became so-called divine messengers.

The Supreme Ruler once created a Dao soldier called the Primordial Angel. Although the two are not of the same species, they still have some research value.

Since they had met on Earth, Lin Yu decided to use some means to subdue it, and use it as the vanguard when he swept away the Western Lands.

Not long after the cultivators from the Central Plains left Mount Tai, some news spread through various means, causing a great shock to the Western Daoist tradition!
The church headquarters, the land of prophets, is the most famous blessed land in the West, a sacred resting place for ancient gods, and home to countless myths and legends.

"The Eastern Demon has captured the entire Holy City? That's utterly absurd!" Some heads of Western aristocratic families were furious, denouncing it as nonsense.

"It's true. Someone saw Master Atuo of the Holy City, and he also surrendered to the Great Demon of the Central Plains." Someone revealed this news, causing quite a stir.

Master Atuo, a master of profound magic and fluent in the language of the ancient gods, was a terrifyingly powerful being. His surrender was quite shocking.

"Rumor has it that the Lord's angels are also in the ranks!" Upon hearing this, the morale of the entire Western Lands plummeted. No one had expected the situation to develop to this point, which was extremely dire.

"The Holy Land is in grave danger. Although it has a profound foundation, it is no longer enough in this era of Dharma decline. What follows is likely to be a catastrophe!"

"His Holiness the Pope has issued a decree that the ancient knights of all races have gathered at the Papacy and rebuilt the invincible Crusader Legion, along with the paladins of the oldest era. They may well be able to put up a fight."

The Central Plains army continued westward, gradually moving away from the central region. They first entered the Qing region, and then directly crossed the Xue region, thus stepping into the western gateway.

As they marched on, they swept away all obstacles in their path. Any force that stood in their way, whether it was an ancient family, a long-standing lineage, or a crusader knight who came to test the waters, was wiped out as long as they participated in the plundering of the East.

Although Lin Yu did not personally take action, he was invincible and unstoppable, thanks to the subjugation of several powerful cultivators and the suppression of an archangel.

"The great demon of the East invades the West."

"The demonic army of hell sweeps away God's believers."

“Master Atuo suppressed the servant of the Lord.”

"The expeditionary force of Middle-earth was favored by angels."

"The Heavenly Army of Light is invincible."

"The great Emperor of Light is coming soon."

As Lin Yu's army drew ever closer to the church headquarters, the way the Western cultivation world referred to them changed, and a considerable number of other forces joined their ranks of followers.

……

This is a land of prophets, a pure land where gods slumber, vast and boundless, far beyond the mortal realm.

The towering sacred mountains stretch endlessly, bathed in holy light, where angels sing hymns, exotic flowers and ancient herbs bloom on the cliffs, and purebred unicorns roam the forests.

This place is as peaceful as an ancient temple, where elves and giants live leisurely, and strange dragon species that have long been extinct also appear here, exuding a strong wild atmosphere.

In the distance, the Dragon Pool is deep and profound, with a waterfall cascading down from a great height. Dozens of towering peaks stand out prominently, their surfaces etched with the marks of heaven and earth.

Each mountaintop is topped with a magnificent temple, its foundation stones, tiles, and wooden pillars all dating back to ancient times, weathered by the passage of time, exuding an awe-inspiring presence.

In bygone days, this place was home to many sages who stood guard and protected it. Now, times have changed, and such masters are no longer possible, but they still command respect.

The important figures in the Holy Land were filled with anxiety and fear, their brows furrowed in worry. However, the Pope remained calm and composed, seemingly very confident.

"It's alright, God is not omnipotent, but my religion is omnipotent!"

The Pope's eyes were as deep and unfathomable as the sea; he sat serenely above, as still as a mountain. Soon, a massive army pressed in before the Holy Land.

This ancient monastery, rarely visited by anyone, has unexpectedly received visitors seeking answers.

On this day, cultivators from the East descended upon this sacred land of the Western Cultivation Realm, seeking to overthrow its rule and end its thousand-year-old faith.

"war!"

With a roar, the sky changed color. Thousands of cultivators descended through the air, their immortal light and precious energy intertwining, causing the void to tremble.

Blood stained the spears, the glow of dawn paved the way, sword energy crisscrossed, killing intent soared to the sky, and the army's sharp edge caused even the void to groan in despair.

"Rumble"

At the summit of the majestic holy mountain, a beautiful angel with divine wings pushed open the gates of the magnificent palace, thus opening the holy gates of the church's power center.

A group of elders filed out, their imposing aura overwhelming the heavens and earth, representing the church's current top combat strength.

In the very center, a stone chair carved with crosses exudes an ancient charm. An old man sits upright on it, his figure as majestic as a mountain, his eyes deep and vast, as if the sun, moon and stars are ever-changing, inspiring awe in those who look upon him.

"Demons of the East, how unwise you have come with such a large army, turning your backs on our Lord's faith! Only the holy fire can purify your souls."

"Boom!"

The earth trembled, beasts roared, and a powerful group of knights appeared, their bloodlust soaring and killing intent boiling. They were all knightly families who followed the Church, and now they fought to protect the Church; their patriarchs had personally led their powerful warriors to the front!
Before long, a total of twelve armies arrived, all of which were the oldest and most powerful lineages, representing the pinnacle of the present day.

Although the Eastern Army occasionally made unusual movements, most of them remained calm and composed. These knights alone might not be enough to save the church; at best, they would be an added bonus.

"boom"

The earth trembled violently, and several more figures appeared, exuding unparalleled power. Each one remained as immovable as a mountain and as calm as a secluded peak.

They were all around forty or fifty years old, with weathered eyes, dressed in battle armor from the dark era, covered with knife and arrow marks.

The paladin remained calm, and a greatsword, a dragon spear, and a dagger suddenly appeared in his hands. Although the weapons were dull and lifeless, they exuded a chilling aura, as if they could devour one's soul. All of them were of the demigod level!

"These are all holy knights from ancient times, who survived countless battles and lived through various turbulent eras to this day."

Qi Ri Dao Ren was a bit flustered. He himself was only at the first level of the Sendai realm, and any one of these knights could easily suppress him.

"It's alright. When the Heavenly Emperor descends, all heretics will be annihilated." The archangel said calmly, his wings flapping behind him, scattering holy light to soothe the crowd.

"Buzz!"

The void opened up, and Lin Yu slowly stepped out, his robes fluttering without wind. Suddenly, a dazzling divine light emanated from between his brows, and in an instant, the world changed color.

Above the heavens, endless holy light poured down like a celestial river, dyeing the sky gold. The sound of chanting came from the void, and as the holy light condensed, the phantom of a towering deity slowly appeared.

The phantom was over a thousand feet tall, majestic and imposing, surrounded by countless projections of angels of light, all in a state of devout prayer.

The hymns resounded through the heavens, and the entire holy land trembled slightly under divine power.

"This is a true miracle!" A monk couldn't help but kneel down.

"Homage to the great and glorious Emperor of Light!"

"With the arrival of the Lord of Light, will the Church continue to resist?"

Lin Yu's eyes flashed like lightning, his divine might overwhelming. Thousands of knights bowed their heads and struggled under his pressure. Whether they were family knights or holy knights, their armor groaned and their heads hung low. All resistance was utterly futile before absolute power.

With a few soft "poof" sounds, the four weapons that were shining with holy light suddenly lost their brilliance and transformed into objects about an inch in size, obediently flying into Lin Yu's palm.

With a casual toss, these semi-saint-level weapons fell into the hands of Long Xiaoque, Zhang Qingyang, Zhan Yifan, and others.

Several young cultivators stared tremblingly at the treasure in their palms. These divine weapons, once unattainable, had come to them so easily, as if in a dream.

He stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze indifferent as he looked down at the Pope on the stone chair, his voice echoing through the holy land like thunder:
"I appreciate the difficulty of your cultivation, and I will give you a choice."

"Submit, or be destroyed."

As soon as he finished speaking, the entire temple trembled slightly.

The Pope remained calm, seated on the stone chair, his eyes reflecting a divine miracle of stars shattering and the moon sinking.

Around him, various Dao traces appeared, ancient and mottled, intertwined into a radiant light, shining brightly, covering his body, making him look mysterious and terrifying.

He looked into the distance and said in a deep voice, "Please, Supreme Divine Knight, make your move."

At the edge of the earth, an ancient figure appeared, walking step by step, holding a dragon spear. Even before he arrived, a chilling killing intent surged forth, making all living beings tremble, as if facing a god who had walked from ancient times.

This is a divine knight, an ancient being capable of slaying gods.

The gods of the ancient races once wanted to take over the holy land, but two of them were killed by the divine knights. It can be said that he was the strongest person under the entire western starry sky!
A divine knight who has never appeared before the world!
"It seems you have rejected my goodwill." Lin Yu stood alone in the void, looking at the approaching divine knight with an indifferent expression.

(End of this chapter)