The plot of "Quick Transmigration: The Charismatic One Always Collapses" is incomplete.

Half a month passed in the blink of an eye, and the day of the completion and blessing ceremony arrived in the blink of an eye.

This magnificent building, under the sunlight, resembles a huge, clear crystal, its glazed exterior walls reflecting a soft halo of light.

Stepping inside is like entering another world; outside it's the dead of winter, but inside it's warm as spring.

The surrounding area is decorated with lush green plants, and the white stone bricks underfoot are adorned with flowers. The air is fresh and doesn't feel stuffy.

The priests, dressed in white robes, guided the invitees to their seats in an orderly fashion.

The seats are arranged in a fan shape, extending outwards from the central altar of the prayer platform. The front row is reserved for temple bishops and above, with nobles, the president of the magic association, and other important figures seated beside them.

Further down the list, the order was based on contributions to the temple. Dale sat in the front row, a delicate medal pinned to her chest.

The brother and sister who discovered the principle of greenhouses were also sitting there, both wearing medals on their chests.

The younger sister looked around with bright, sparkling eyes, while the older brother kept a straight face, trying his best to look serious.

At that moment, sunlight poured down from the dome, landing precisely on the altar in the center of the prayer platform, like a natural spotlight.

The high priest, dressed in full regalia, stood at the very front of the altar, with twelve high-ranking priests standing on either side behind him, each holding a ritual implement.

The high priest spoke first, his voice loud and clear, carrying a natural sense of solemnity.

"Supreme Lord of Light, you are the dawn that tears through the eternal night, the sweet rain that washes away all sorrow and pain in the world."

"Where your gaze falls, all things are restored; where your radiance covers, all beings are spared from bitter cold."

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"We have built a sanctuary in this world only to gather back the glory you have left behind."

"By the light above, we, in our mortal bodies, offer our purest faith and prayers."

"May the holy light endure forever, may divine grace remain, and may every devout heart be heard."

As soon as the words were spoken, the twelve high priests raised their instruments in unison and murmured ancient and ethereal hymns.

Then, the circular staircase suspended on the inner wall of the prayer altar slowly lit up, and some priests stood on it, chanting and sprinkling holy water containing magic.

Washing away the dust with water and purifying the heart with light symbolizes letting go of all worldly impurities in the face of light and welcoming the gaze of the gods in the purest form.

The believers below the stage closed their eyes, clasped their hands together, and looked devout.

After the purification ceremony, the high priest began to read aloud the achievements of the Temple of Light over the past year.

After speeches by representatives of the faithful, answers from bishops to the faithful’s questions about faith and life, and a live demonstration of light magic by priests, the ceremony finally came to its last item.

Wen Yubai and Luo Weien walked up to the altar side by side.

According to the ritual procedure, the two need to simultaneously inject magic into the core magic circle in the center of the altar to activate the super-focusing magic circle of the prayer platform.

The two raised their hands simultaneously, palms down, and the magic circle lit up the instant the two streams of magic merged.

The light spread outward from the center of the altar, extending along the cracks in the bricks and quickly covering the ground.

Immediately afterwards, the glass leaves began to tilt slowly, gathering all the sunlight from the sky and condensing it into a pillar of light above the altar.

The beam of light gradually unfolded behind the two people, eventually covering the entire dome.

The prayer altar, which was originally a transparent glass building, has been transformed into a temple that emits white light throughout.

While light magic may not be the most powerful in terms of attack, when it comes to sheer brilliance, no other element dares to claim the top spot.

The people below the stage were prepared, and they all took out the sunglasses that the priests had provided in advance and put them on, which protected their eyes and allowed them to enjoy the breathtaking scenery.

The white light lasted for about half a minute, then began to dim slowly, turning into countless white-gold specks of light that drifted down.

The believers took off their blindfolds and looked up at the falling specks of light, as if they were bathing in a warm snow.

The priests on the floating staircase began to play music, the melodious and solemn sounds intertwining with the specks of light to create a sacred atmosphere.

The believers bowed their heads and began their final prayer.

Praises and prayers mingled together, rising from every corner of the prayer table.

Wen Yubai was also reciting, following the rhythm of the others, but he didn't hear Luo Weien speak. Wen Yubai glanced at him.

Lovin's face was pale, and his hand on the altar was trembling slightly.

Taking advantage of a brief pause, Wen Yubai lowered his voice and asked:

Are you alright?

Lovin's eyelashes fluttered as she looked at him.

For a moment, there was a dazed look in those icy blue eyes, as if they had been pulled back from a very far place.

He forced a smile. "It's nothing."

It didn't look like anything was wrong, but since the other party said it was fine, Wen Yubai didn't want to meddle.

Seeing that it was finally coming to an end without any major setbacks, Wen Yubai breathed a sigh of relief.

Before the tension could be fully released, an unexpected change occurred.

The elements under Lovin's command suddenly surged out wildly.

Lovin's hand jerked back as if burned by something, trying to withdraw his magic but unable to control it at all.

The magic circle was activated once again, and its light surged.

"Loveyne!"

But his voice was drowned out by the light.

The white light that had just dimmed on the glazed wall shone again, brighter than before, yet different.

The light was soft and hazy, making one feel as if they had stepped into a completely new world.

Everyone was stunned.

Then, the bell rang.

The bell tolled from the depths of the sky, heavy and resonant, each strike like a blow to the heart, causing the soul to tremble.

A figure emerged from the depths of that white, radiant light.

The figure was high above, its face and shape indistinct, only a blurry outline visible, surrounded by endless light, as if looking down upon them, who were like dust particles, from the very source of this world.

"It's God!!"

I don't know who shouted it first.

"The gods have awakened!"

"Praise be to the light!"

The audience erupted in cheers, a wave of faith washing over them.

The high priest walked out shakily and knelt down heavily.

"By the God of Light, your believers have prayed day and night, waiting for a thousand years, and you have finally awakened! Praise be to the Light!"

The others followed suit and knelt down, reciting devout prayers.

The God of Light did not speak; He listened quietly to the voices of the believers, and light poured down, generously bestowing divine blessings.

The high priest looked up excitedly, his eyes blurred with tears, only to see that the chosen ones and his own holy son were standing right next to the God of Light!

The high priest couldn't hold back his tears again. He knew that the gods would definitely like Yu Bai.

The high priest's favored son was staring blankly ahead, his hands pressed tightly against his chest, pretending to be intently reciting hymns.

He had a strange feeling that something touched his head and back, which frightened him so much that he dared not move or turn around to check.

The God of Light has awakened; it must be because of Lovin!

He was supposed to be standing below with the High Priest, but he was pulled up because he was too close to Lovin!

Looking at the little believer before him, who was stiff with nervousness, the God of Light felt a surge of indescribable emotion.

Why is the little believer different from the one in my dream? He's not enthusiastic at all, so indifferent.

After the blessing was completed, the God of Light waved his hand, and the believers kneeling in the white light were sent away.

He looked at the little believer, who was so nervous that he didn't even dare to glance at Him.

The God of Light decided to give him a reward before their brief separation.

There was another being present that the God of Light did not conceal.

A sudden flash of white light blinded Wen Yubai.

The God of Light suddenly felt a pang of reluctance, but an arrow pierced through the void, forcing Him to end the act.

He saw the young believer off, then raised his hand and casually caught the arrow.

The arrow in His hand vanished into specks of light.

The God of Light looked at the attacker.

"Cupid, are you provoking me?"