The God of Heavens

Chapter 222 Loyal! Sincerity!
Legend has it that the church headquarters was once a sacred land of God, where a jar of precious medicine made from divine blood was kept. However, a young knight of God knocked over the Holy Grail and bathed in divine blood, thus gaining an indestructible body.

Although he was condemned as a sinner and had no faith to empower him, he still survived the Heavenly Tribulation and severed his Dao hundreds of years ago, making his cultivation extremely solid and powerful.

The Divine Knight is hailed as the foremost figure under the western sky and the Pope's last trump card. He once slew a member of the divine race who wanted to enter the Holy Land of the Church.

"Buzz!"

The void trembled as the divine knight, wielding a dragon spear, charged towards Lin Yu. The dragon spear pierced through heaven and earth, the sky shattered, and the wind and clouds surged.

The dull, lifeless gun seemed to come alive under his control, transforming into a divine ray that pierced the sky, its sharp edge aimed directly at Lin Yu's chest.

"How can a firefly compete with the bright moon?"

Lin Yu sighed, then stretched out one hand, and the profound mystery of creation was generated in his palm and fingers. Yin and Yang flowed, and earth, water, fire and wind surged, instantly enveloping the divine knight and immediately suppressing and sealing him.

"Not good!" The Pope was shocked. A large, snow-white, and crystal-clear hand slapped towards Lin Yu, as vast as the ocean.

At the same time, two withered old men on the holy mountain made their move, unfurling two powerful forbidden spell scrolls and unleashing forbidden spell attacks equivalent to those of a half-saint.

But Lin Yu took a step forward and stretched out his palm again. Countless white jade runes moved in his palm like jade dragons, dancing wildly, twisting and swaying.

His palm, like the hand of an ancient god of the underworld, reached directly onto the sacred mountain. With a slight movement, the jade dragon caused two forbidden spell scrolls to roll back and blast the two highly skilled holy mages to smithereens.

The Pope roared, fighting with all his might, employing every means at his disposal: the power of faith, the power of knights, the spear of destiny, and finally summoning a tattered holy armor, its golden brilliance illuminating the heavens.

"Pfft!"

Without any suspense, as the giant hand slowly descended, an overwhelming force pressed down, shattering all of the Pope's methods, destroying the willpower of all living beings, tearing open the golden holy armor, and turning the Pope into a bloody mess.

"when!"

The Spear of Destiny fell to the ground, chilling everyone to the bone. Now, no one dared to make a move, trembling with fear.

"My God! His Holiness the Pope has fallen!"

"He was defeated by that Eastern demon in just one move."

Inside and outside the holy city, countless believers, their faces ashen and trembling, watched this scene unfold. Many were pale, staring in disbelief at what they had witnessed, finding it utterly shocking.

"This is impossible! This must be an illusion created by evil spirits!"

"Merciful Lord, please send divine punishment to retaliate against this evil spirit!"

Despair, a consequence of shattered faith, spread through the crowd. The Pope had lost, his life was gone, leaving behind a dazzling golden armor; the Spear of Destiny gleamed in the ground, and no one dared to approach.

Lin Yu descended upon the sacred mountain and ascended the steps to the First Sacred Palace. Everyone watched, and no one dared to stop him.

He walked unhurriedly and steadily through the main hall, which was filled with carved beams and painted rafters, resplendent in gold and green, and piled with rare treasures. However, to him, they were nothing but dirt. He was focused on searching for the ancestral artifacts of the Central Plains.

He sensed the aura of an ancestral artifact deep within a palace. The jade seal carved from the He Shi Bi was quietly displayed there. Although it was not inscribed with the principles of Tao, it possessed a historical weight that surpassed mountains and rivers.

On the other side, a stone platform made of dried and hardened yellow clay was placed in a higher position. This was the Nuwa Stone, carved with a Daoist figure with a human head and a snake's body, and traces of the intertwining of the Great Dao. It attracted Lin Yu's attention, and he watched it for a long time.

He flipped his palm and took out the fragment of the Fuxi Dragon Stele he had obtained in the Holy City. The Eight Trigrams of the Primordial Era were imprinted on it, and various runes of Qian, Dui, Li, Zhen, Xun, Kan, Gen, and Kun intertwined and echoed the Nuwa Stone, surrounded by the Qi of the Great Dao.

In the legends of the Central Plains, there is a mysterious connection between Fuxi and Nuwa. The two emperors were born one after the other, both with human heads and snake bodies, shaped like the Chinese character "道" (Dao). It is said that they became emperors in the ancient times.

The Feng Clan of Beidou is a branch of the lineage of Emperor Fuxi. They also seem to have a broken inscription within their clan, suggesting they are descendants of Emperor Fuxi.

After pondering for a moment, Lin Yu found the altar foundation stone inscribed with ancient celestial books, which they had obtained from Mount Tai a few years ago.

Indeed, bird-script inscriptions are carved at the base of the altar, recording the secrets of becoming an immortal and recounting the events of the ancient Ninety-Nine Dragon Mountains.

At the end of the ancient celestial book, there is also a fragmented terrain map, which is one of the corner maps for entering Kunlun Immortal Realm.

He then found another bone fragment in a palace where the Holy Lance was kept, and made a copy of the immortal map.

In ancient times, during a great battle between many sages, the Immortal Map was divided into nine parts, and Lin Yu obtained two parts, which can be used to corroborate the Immortal Treasure Map.

Finally, he retrieved all the ancient artifacts, bringing the western expedition to a close. Lin Yu then used telepathy to summon the cultivators from the Central Plains and the remaining church elders from the Holy Land.

On the highest sacred mountain, within a magnificent palace, cultivators from both the East and West gathered. To the left were cultivators from the Central Plains cultivation world, including Daoist Qi Ri, the Kunlun Sect Leader, and the Celestial Master of Longhu Mountain, among others; they stood tall and proud, their aura as imposing as a rainbow.

On the right are the surviving church monks from the Holy Land battle. Every one of them felt oppressed, uneasy, and anxious, as if they were waiting for the final judgment.

In the center stands a stone chair, ancient and weathered. The original cross sculpture has been erased. Lin Yu sits upright, looking down, his heroic figure imposing. Behind him stands a four-winged angel, clad in golden armor, holding the Spear of Destiny, standing solemnly.

This is the legendary Spear of Longinus, a weapon said to have slain gods. Originally a sacred weapon, it was broken into three pieces after the passage of time and can only be called a broken sacred weapon.

However, it wasn't a big problem for Lin Yu. He used some methods to repair it completely and even infused it with his blessing, making it even more powerful than before.

"Since things have come to this, I don't want to say anything more. I'll just ask one question: are you all willing to surrender?" Lin Yu asked bluntly.

"Surrender, we have no other choice."

Many monks who had previously followed the Pope immediately knelt down and prostrated themselves in worship. After all, those who could become bishops or archbishops were not fanatics; they were quite rational. Although the Church had fallen, life had to go on, and this Lord was too powerful; submitting to Him was not something to be ashamed of.

Some people stuck to their beliefs and refused to waver, so Lin Yu naturally granted their wish and let them go to heaven.

The moment Lin Yu stepped out of the Holy Palace, the entire Holy Land seemed to be infused with new vitality.

At the summit of the sacred mountain, a radiant glow poured down, dyeing the entire world a brilliant gold. An archangel spread his wings of light, playing a sacred symphony amidst the clouds. Eastern and Western monks stood on either side, surrounding the figure in the center.

"Homage to the Supreme Ruler, the Emperor of Light!"

Many people cheered, and the Western cultivators cheered enthusiastically, even more so than the cultivators of the Chinese Daoist sects.

Bathed in holy light, Lin Yu's figure grew even more imposing. Suddenly, a divine horse pierced the sky, and ten angels with pairs of luminous wings split into two groups, escorting a blonde girl as she descended from the heavens.

The young woman, draped in a light veil, with skin as white as snow, rode a unicorn. Her entire body was like a piece of jade, radiating a holy radiance like the sun. She was none other than the Holy Maiden of the Holy See.

The status of saints within the Vatican is extraordinary; they are chosen by God to be the most devout believers in the Church, and are the embodiment of holiness and purity.

However, times have changed, and now that the Papacy has chosen to surrender, even though the saint has a transcendent status, she cannot remain unaffected and can only helplessly follow the trend.

They quickly took their positions in different directions and chanted together an ancient incantation, the most sacred prayer in the West.

"In the name of the Lord of Light!"

The saintess was tall and slender, her body draped in a light veil, her exquisite face full of holiness, her long hair shimmering with golden light, riding on a unicorn, just like a goddess.

With devout hearts, the crowd drew upon the sacred power of faith. In an instant, an overwhelming surge of spiritual energy coursed through the sky, like a vast ocean, creating a terrifying and awe-inspiring scene.

Auspicious clouds descended, radiating a thousand kinds of light and ten thousand kinds of peace, making the sky seem heavy and sluggish.

It was a silvery, shimmering ocean, as pure as moonlight and as pristine as the first snow. Countless threads of spiritual energy intertwined and flowed in the void, becoming a wellspring of life.

"Boom——"

Heaven and earth interacted, and extraordinary phenomena appeared: auspicious colors descended from the sky, sweet springs gushed from the earth, withered trees sprouted new buds, and dried-up marshes filled with waves.

This is the purest and most sacred power. Bathing in it will cure all diseases and dispel all calamities, as if one were reborn.

Holy light filled the sky, surging and converging, as if thousands of divine moons had materialized out of thin air. The entire holy land seemed to be enveloped by a celestial galaxy, embraced by the purest power of faith.

The believers' hymns resounded through the heavens, ethereal and far-reaching like the cries of phoenixes and luan birds. Bathed in auspicious light, they were otherworldly and transcendent, each one like a divine messenger from the celestial realm.

The saintess was the most ethereal, with golden hair flowing like a waterfall, her fair face radiating holiness, and her blue eyes sparkling like jewels. She chanted incantations, drawing upon a pure ocean of spiritual power to shower holy blessings upon all living beings.

In the contemporary cultivation world, such a magnificent and sacred scene is almost extinct. Even in ancient times, such a devotion of faith to universally save all living beings would be considered a miracle.

This is not ordinary salvation, but an opportunity for believers to be reborn. Regardless of physical ailments or spiritual obstacles, under the cleansing of divine radiance, they will undergo a complete transformation.

In ancient times, such a scene was considered a divine descent into the world, gathering faith with supreme methods and creating a pure land. If one could gain the respect of the world, becoming a saint on the spot was just around the corner.

Under the cleansing power of overwhelming faith, the holy city shed all hostility. Lin Yu used the power of faith to nourish the believers, transforming this place into a peaceful and serene land, and all murderous intent was eliminated.

This day became a turning point of light. Many bishops cast aside their obsessions, and holy knights and paladins laid down their shackles. Saintesses devoutly converted to the true faith, the Holy See and its temples awakened, and an unprecedented sublimation was achieved.

Through the passage of millennia and countless changes, when future generations recall this day, they will still be moved by its sacred radiance.

For those who seek the truth, this is a great moment of hope for rebirth.

The Eastern Land Daoist sect was filled with fervor, and thousands of followers cheered in unison, their voices shaking the heavens. The surging sound waves echoed over the holy city, even causing the ancient city walls to tremble.

This shocking news spread like wildfire, reaching far and wide, crossing mountains and oceans, and spreading throughout the world of cultivation.

In the West, many traditions have fallen silent. The sky seemed to press down suddenly, and the heavy sense of oppression made everyone uneasy, as if they were awaiting the final judgment.

Eastern cultivators have conquered holy cities and the Holy See, slain divine beings, and suppressed the Pope; none can stand against them!
What will he do next? Will he continue to sweep through the West? The thought sent chills down everyone's spine.

The ancient families of the West were thrown into an unprecedented upheaval. The cultivators of the Central Plains swept through the two holy lands with overwhelming momentum, making them uneasy. The Western Daoist tradition, which has lasted for thousands of years, is about to undergo a dramatic change.

"Even a behemoth like the Papacy changed hands in a single day. In this depleted age of spiritual energy, who can stop their advance?"

"Watch your words! That is the supreme ruler from the East, the Emperor of Light, how can you call him a demon!"

Should we temporarily lay low and avoid confrontation?

"The entire Earth is the domain of the Dominator. Where can we escape to now?"

This dialogue continued to unfold among the various powerful families. Faced with the feat of the Central Plains cultivators annihilating the Holy See, some were shocked and incredulous, while others were filled with fear and unease.

At this moment, the various families hurriedly inventoried their collections. Ancient bronze artifacts, Taoist scriptures, Buddhist relics... these former spoils of war had become hot potatoes.

They either returned the goods overnight or secretly contacted cultivators in the Central Plains, never daring to show themselves to anyone again, their hearts filled with regret.

(End of this chapter)