Muxuan had just managed to suppress the heat rising to her cheeks from Qiansitelin’s overly intimate “transmission,” and had taken only a few steps behind her down the relatively gentle right-hand path, when suddenly a strange disturbance came from ahead.
It was as if someone had violently torn open the heavy curtain shrouding the forest.
A pure, almost tyrannical light burst forth without warning.
This light was not warm or gentle, but carried a kind of coldness that instantly ripped apart the decay and gloom of the Kanoqiesi Forest.
The withered and twisted trees, the branches and leaves dripping with foul-smelling mucus, and even the oppressive black mist hanging in the air were all forcibly illuminated at that moment.
Muxuan and Qiansitelin’s pupils constricted sharply.
The intense light forced them to squint instinctively.
The thin layer of corruptive black mist disguised on their bodies churned violently under this domineering radiance.
The core of the light did not come from the sky, but from the air not far ahead of them.
A huge, originally withered, tall, and lifeless vine was now constantly twisting and swelling, its surface flowing with an unnatural mixture of sickly green and dark gold luster.
And atop this forcibly “activated” giant vine stood a figure steadily.
The figure wore an immaculate pure white robe, its style ancient and solemn.
A thin veil that completely blocked any prying eyes covered the face, revealing only a pair of eyes.
The gaze was cold, utterly devoid of emotion, and now looked down indifferently at Muxuan below.
A powerful pressure descended with the cold white light, carrying a sense of scrutiny.
Qiansitelin’s face instantly turned extremely ugly.
The lighthearted teasing she’d had for her little highness just a moment ago vanished completely.
“…What’s this old bastard doing here?”
Since the old geezer dared to tear open the Kanoqiesi Forest like this, Qiansitelin no longer cared about the risk of disturbing the forest’s core at any moment.
She lowered her voice sharply and hurriedly called out to Muxuan, who was also in shock beside her:
“Your Highness! That’s one of the Three Saints! Watch out!”
Her words had barely faded when Qiansitelin reacted.
Without even looking, she casually stuffed the ancient short dagger wreathed in thin black mist back into her spatial ring.
Then she quickly took out “Lyrasel” from the ring.
Qiansitelin’s expression was grim, her body tensed, constantly on guard against the saint radiating ominous light atop the vine.
The “Lyrasel” in her hand hummed softly, its tip locked onto the pure white figure.
Muxuan’s golden pupils, though disguised as emerald green, now flickered with cold vigilance.
The Lightforce of the Saint felt very wrong…
It seemed to be mixed with something indescribable.
While her expression was serious, Lightforce also quietly gathered in her small palm.
The gaze beneath the saint’s veil seemed to flicker slightly.
The cold eyes swept over Muxuan’s ready palm and the “Lyrasel” Qiansitelin gripped tightly.
Then, a laugh dripping with contempt and mockery echoed directly in both their minds.
“Hmph.”
The laughter had barely ended when the saint’s free hand made a slight motion.
Two fingers pressed together.
Between them appeared an ancient piece of paper with intricate dark gold patterns stamped along its edges.
Without even giving Muxuan and Qiansitelin another glance, he casually tossed the paper into the air.
The moment the paper left his hand, it burst into flames with a soft poof in midair.
The dark gold flame flashed once, producing no heat, no smoke.
In an instant, the paper turned into a fine black ash that dissipated with the wind without a trace.
“Mmm—”
As the paper burned away completely, Muxuan let out a suppressed grunt.
Her pupils contracted sharply.
The Lightforce she had just gathered in her palm suddenly dissipated.
Qiansitelin also staggered backward, a pained expression on her face.
Her hand gripping “Lyrasel” trembled uncontrollably.
Even small cracks split open on her palm, with beads of blood seeping out.
Gritting her teeth, Qiansitelin’s eyes turned fierce.
The moment her retreating foot touched the ground, she used the momentum to twist her waist.
The ground beneath her foot erupted with a bang, forming a shallow crater.
Her body launched forward like a shot, turning into a blurry afterimage wrapped in residual black mist.
She closed the distance to the saint in an instant.
“Lyrasel” lifted slightly in Qiansitelin’s hand.
A completely different silver light surged out, cutting through the light around the saint.
The sword tip stabbed straight at him.
But just as “Lyrasel’s” tip was about to pierce the pure white robe—
The saint’s figure, along with the activated vine beneath him glowing with sickly green and dark gold, vanished without a trace.
“Bam!”
The violent power contained in “Lyrasel” lost its target.
The sword tip plunged deep into the earth behind where the vine had been, making a dull impact sound.
The strike missed.
The strong inertia tilted Qiansitelin’s body forward, nearly causing her to lose balance.
At the same time, the blinding white light that had surrounded them also extinguished abruptly with the saint’s disappearance.
The suffocating decay and viscous darkness of the Kanoqiesi Forest immediately surged back, enveloping Qiansitelin and Muxuan once more.
Muxuan carefully moved next to Qiansitelin and asked in a low voice:
“What was that?”
As for whether it would alert the core of this forest…
Looking at the trembling core deep within the forest, Muxuan’s brows furrowed slightly.
The Saint’s move just now had thoroughly scared the Kanoqiesi Forest.
Now it was cowering and didn’t dare to come out.
Qiansitelin was frowning deeply too, staring in the direction the saint had vanished.
What Her Highness was asking about was obviously that piece of paper…
But just thinking about how serious that thing was gave Qiansitelin a headache.
“Your Highness… Do you still remember the three divine artifacts of the Church?”
“Divine artifacts?”
“Yes. The Crosier, the holy sword ‘Lyrasel’ in your hand, and the ‘Book of Revelation.'”
Hearing that conclusion, Muxuan felt a stir of suspicion in her heart.
And at that moment, she suddenly realized something.
“Wait—are you saying that piece of paper… was the Book of Revelation?”
She had never actively asked about the Book of Revelation’s whereabouts before, nor had she ever thought of taking it back.
“Not exactly.”
Qiansitelin shook her head.
“That was just one page torn from the Book of Revelation.”
“But Your Highness, you must have noticed too. The Book of Revelation is a divine artifact of the Church, yet we…”
Qiansitelin paused mid-sentence.
“The reason the Book of Revelation is a divine artifact—its true power doesn’t lie in its lethality, but in prophecy and the Weaving of Fate.”
“Prophecy is the literal meaning—it can foretell major events, disasters, etc., and point out where hope lies.”
She paused, her expression growing heavier.
“As for the Weaving of Fate—that’s the truly dangerous part…”
“It can alter established facts by weaving a series of coincidences together.”
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