Qiansitelin could move freely within the Church.
Therefore, there was no need for “Muxuan” to lead them.
Qiansitelin brought Muxuan directly to the side of “Muxuan.”
Looking at the figure of “Muxuan” before her, Qiansitelin couldn’t help but look at Muxuan again and smiled.
“Your Highness, is this amusing?”
Muxuan rolled her eyes at Qiansitelin in exasperation, swayed her hood, and passed “Muxuan” to reach the door leading deeper into the church.
“Stop messing around. Let’s take care of business first.”
Seeing that her little highness was not in the mood for jokes, Qiansitelin couldn’t help but pout, but still followed Muxuan deeper into the church.
Outside, it was fine, but the moment they entered, Qiansitelin felt her body grow heavy.
A strange aura mixed with a holy aura rushed toward her.
The two intersected, seeming rather absurd.
Qiansitelin’s eyes narrowed slightly.
Feeling the power that could almost stop the blood in her veins, she understood that what her highness had described was no exaggeration.
This “Judgment” left by Beikeze was indeed terrifying.
Muxuan watched Qiansitelin, whose body had grown stiff.
A hint of gravity flashed in her eyes.
Then a light glowed from her palm, slowly protecting Qiansitelin, which made her feel much better.
She hadn’t expected Qiansitelin’s condition to have deteriorated this much.
From the moment she first saw Qiansitelin until now, Qiansitelin’s power had already leaked away who knows how much, and it was still continuously declining.
Muxuan was reluctant to let Qiansitelin follow her to the Elven Forest… that was too dangerous.
But thinking of Qiansitelin’s personality, she definitely wouldn’t give up the chance to travel together.
Muxuan could only sigh helplessly.
“Feeling better?”
Walking slowly to Qiansitelin’s side, Muxuan’s light enveloped Qiansitelin to an even greater extent.
“Much better… The divinity contained within the ‘Judgment’ feels very familiar to me.”
Hearing the solemn tone in Qiansitelin’s voice, Muxuan couldn’t help but frown.
“Familiar? In what specific way?”
Qiansitelin just shook her head, a grim expression on her face.
“I can’t say… but I must have felt this kind of divinity somewhere before.”
The more she tried to recall, the more dizzy Qiansitelin felt.
It seemed something was preventing her from remembering those details.
Seeing Qiansitelin’s expression shift from solemn to pained, Muxuan hurriedly patted her on the back, her voice gentle.
“Alright, don’t think too much about it. Lutherch also said that forgetting many things is the body’s protection for itself. Forcing yourself to remember will only bring risks too hard to bear. There are many secrets in this world that cannot be pried into.”
Even if Qiansitelin remembered something, it was likely something she herself couldn’t know.
Hearing Muxuan’s voice, Qiansitelin shook her head, her golden hair swaying gently.
Once her mood gradually calmed, that sense of familiarity suddenly disappeared.
Letting out a slow, deep breath, Qiansitelin also understood that it was not something she could recall at the moment.
Since she couldn’t remember, she might as well let it go.
Seeing Qiansitelin’s condition stabilize, Muxuan also breathed a sigh of relief.
Her gaze then swept over the dense, cold-rule-imprinted text on the stone tablet, finally landing on the two swords stuck in the ground.
One black, one white, standing quietly there, each exuding entirely different yet eerily merging auras.
Muxuan did not hesitate.
She stepped forward directly and grasped the hilt of the Pure Black Sword with her pale, slender fingers.
However, the moment her fingers touched the cold hilt—
Boom!
A vast power, cold, violent, and filled with countless twisted whispers, suddenly surged up through the hilt into her arm.
Muxuan’s body jolted violently.
The face beneath her hood instantly lost color, and her golden pupils contracted sharply.
She took a deep breath.
The Divine Core granted by the Goddess within her suddenly burst with dazzling light.
Lightforce instantly swept through her entire body, then forcefully pushed that massive power in her arm back into the Pure Black Sword.
Hum—
The Pure Black Sword emitted a violent hum.
Countless fine runes seemed to flash briefly on the pitch-black blade before it fell completely still.
Muxuan’s golden pupils stared at the blade of the Pure Black Sword.
She couldn’t help but pout, somewhat speechless.
It wasn’t very aggressive.
It seemed more like a malicious attempt to scare people.
But the power, to be honest, did cause extreme discomfort and pain.
Letting out a long sigh, watching the Pure Black Sword in her hand that was motionless as if dead, Muxuan suppressed the urge to facepalm and slowly walked over to Qiansitelin.
“Are you really sure you want to go? Qiansitelin, you might feel some discomfort.”
Muxuan was still worried about Qiansitelin’s physical condition.
Qiansitelin looked at the worry visible in Muxuan’s golden eyes and couldn’t help but smile.
“Of course. How could I bear to let Your Highness go alone? And Your Highness is so sweet and soft. Without Your Highness by my side, I won’t be able to sleep well.”
This remark from Qiansitelin immediately caused Muxuan’s face to redden.
“You’re being improper again!”
Glancing reproachfully at Qiansitelin, Muxuan shook her head, then raised the Pure Black Sword.
“Then here it comes.”
Seeing Muxuan raise the sword, Qiansitelin cooperatively rolled up her sleeve and extended her pale arm in front of Muxuan.
Muxuan took a deep breath.
A hint of solemnity flashed in her golden eyes.
She hesitated no longer and tightened her grip on the Pure Black Sword’s hilt.
A cold, ominous aura immediately emanated from the blade, coiling around the tip.
With a subtle movement of her wrist, the sharp black tip precisely and gently touched the forearm Qiansitelin had extended.
The moment of contact, Qiansitelin’s body suddenly tensed, and she let out a muffled groan.
An indescribable coldness, like countless tiny ice needles instantly piercing the skin, spread rapidly along her blood vessels.
A twisted, chaotic will, accompanied by low murmurs, hummed in her mind, attempting to burrow deep into her consciousness.
Her pupils sharply contracted.
Qiansitelin instinctively wanted to pull her arm back, but she forcibly held still.
She bit her lower lip tightly.
Fine beads of cold sweat instantly appeared on her forehead.
Her body trembled slightly, beyond her control.
This process lasted nineteen breaths, but to Qiansitelin, it felt like an eternity.
When Muxuan slowly withdrew the sword tip and retracted most of the Lightforce, Qiansitelin’s tense body finally relaxed, and she gasped for air.
The spot that the sword tip had touched only left a tiny, dark red mark.
She looked down at her arm.
Around the mark, a few black lines like spiderwebs still remained.
“Did it work?”
Qiansitelin’s voice carried a slight tremor.
“This thing is indeed much more painful than I imagined… but at least it’s not harmful to the body.”