Chapter 1133: Confrontation in the Light
Chapter 1133: Confrontation in the Light
A sudden burst of intense light appeared atop the mountain, momentarily dimming even the sun. The people watching from below let out cries of pain, quickly covering their eyes.
Even so, they felt enveloped by a blinding white light, causing tears to stream uncontrollably down their faces.
A moment later, a massive explosion followed, the deafening sound causing their eardrums to throb and their chests to resonate. Car windows in the distance shattered, leading to screams and people bending over to avoid the debris.
At the center of the explosion, the cultists were the first to be affected. The intense light and sound nearly overwhelmed their senses, and a powerful gust of wind pushed them violently, causing them to tumble and fall to the ground.
On the side of the International Investigation Team, Duru Yeji reacted instantly when the light hit. His field rapidly expanded, enveloping himself and the team members, shielding them from the subsequent shockwave.
At this moment, he heard a rustling sound and looked up to see cracks appearing in the air, with various hues of light seeping through.
This was the result of the surrounding ritual fields being severely impacted, causing them to momentarily break and then quickly mend, leading to this phenomenon.
The chaotic fields also caused extreme discomfort to the surrounding crowd, and the cultists lying on the ground couldn't help but scream in agony.
Duru Yeji was the only one in the field who could ignore these changes. He looked toward the point of collision, and the sight that met his eyes made his heart leap.
Chen Chuan held the Xuejun Blade in one hand and had the other extended forward, pressing out. The residual light was gradually dissipating, while the strong wind made his cloak and the red scarf on the hilt of his blade flutter wildly.
On the opposite side, Samaruga stood there, the external form of the Takurus now completely vanished. A large, terrifying hole appeared in his chest and abdomen, revealing charred flesh and emitting wisps of smoke. White-golden light swirled around the wound, and only the edges of the chest and abdomen retained some muscle and heteromorphic tissue, barely keeping his body upright.
His powers could indeed neutralize some of the Soul Fire, but Chen Chuan's Soul Impact far exceeded his tolerance, even with the ritual's enhancement. The ritual may have restrained his body and absorbed some of the force, preventing him from being completely obliterated on the spot.
Nevertheless, he had lost his fighting ability, and the injuries he sustained were not limited to the Soul Impact.
It was evident that the remaining Soul Fire on his body flickered intermittently, and a green light rippled within.
Pure Light.
In just a breath, the remaining Soul Fire was completely suppressed, while the green light grew stronger, rapidly spreading through the wounds to other parts of his body. Soon, most of his heteromorphic tissue was infected by the Pure Light and began to dissolve rapidly.
Chen Chuan, sensing this change, knew there was no chance of survival for Samaruga. He retracted his hand, stood up straight, and, with the field's force guiding it, the sheath flew over from a distance and was caught by him. He then sheathed the blade.
After he left, Samaruga's breathing grew rapid. He took a few steps back, trying to speak, but only smoke emerged from his mouth.
A moment later, green flames burst from his eyes, ears, and mouth, and he finally collapsed, hitting the ground with a dull thud.
At this point, countless green lights flickered over his body. Due to the ritual's enhancement and his own tenacious life force, his heteromorphic tissue continued to grow, but it was quickly dissolved by the Pure Light, causing him to convulse as if under torture.
Only now did the members of the investigation team regain their senses, staring in shock at the pitiful sight of Samaruga on the ground. It felt as though both sides had only exchanged a few words, and then, in a flash of light and sound, he was down, all in the blink of an eye.
Chen Chuan turned his head and said to them, "There's another space below. I'll go check it out. Please wait here."
He didn't say anything to Duru Yeji, but the latter remained still, not daring to move. Watching Samaruga lying there, he felt extremely fortunate to have surrendered early, instead of fighting to the death. Otherwise, he might have met the same fate. No, that wouldn't have been the case; he wouldn't have even had the chance to experience it, perhaps being dispatched in an instant.
That would have been too much of a waste. He couldn't bear to part with his wealth, his art collections, or the cybernetic maid guards he had spent a fortune on.
Chen Chuan walked along the colonnade toward the palace at the back. After a few steps, he reached the dark pit, and the flickering light of truth became even more visible.
He could sense that with the guidance of certain mental powers, this thing could form a fixed rift.
To avoid this situation, the best course of action would be to destroy it.
However, before he arrived, he received a telegram from the First Delegation, where Team Leader Jiang advised him to be a bit more restrained.
Yes, being more restrained—essentially, it meant to only do what was necessary and avoid any unnecessary actions to prevent major conflicts with the New Light Sect, which would only benefit the Eastern Shore.
Although the First Delegation had no direct affiliation with them, he knew that important negotiations were taking place there, and some things shouldn't be pushed too far. So, he retracted his gaze, bypassed this place, and continued moving forward.
At this moment, the sound of wings flapping suddenly came from the sky.
Soon, a common robin, which was prevalent in the area, flew over and perched on the eaves ahead, displaying a human-like expression.
Chen Chuan naturally saw it and immediately recognized that this bird was now hosting the Divine Aspect of the international fugitive Waltschi, who had come back again.
This person didn't seem angry or embarrassed about his previous damaged host body; rather, he found it amusing and deliberately reappeared before him.
The bird strutted back and forth, seeing that Chen Chuan had no intention of speaking or taking action, and continued walking steadily forward. It then leaned forward and said, "Hey, I heard that the Pope of the New Light Sect is a 'Saint.' Are you not afraid he might come after you?"
Chen Chuan, without lifting his head, replied, "If I were afraid, I wouldn't have come here."
The world has its own balance, and higher powers naturally have their own ways to deal with such matters. Otherwise, the world would have long fallen into chaos.
Moreover, whether the New Light Sect truly possesses a 'Saint' is questionable. If it were the predecessor, the Secret Gate Sect, it might be possible. The New Light Sect, however, lacks concrete evidence to prove this, which is why they have been labeled as a cult by various countries.
Seeing him walk past, the robin hopped a few steps to keep up and said, "Even if the Pope of the New Light Sect isn't a true 'Saint,' he is at least a Throne Fighter. Aren't you afraid?"
Chen Chuan glanced up and said, "Let him come if he dares." With that, he walked into the palace gate.
In front of him was a smooth, long path paved with exquisite tiles, with intricate carvings on the pillars and flowing water on both sides.
When he reached the end, the bronze doors ahead twisted and deformed under his gaze, creaking loudly as they parted to reveal a staircase leading downward.
He followed the staircase down and found two long corridors extending in both directions. The one behind him seemed to lead to the bottom of the fire pit, while the other appeared to lead to the back mountain with few signs of use.
After some thought, he decided to check the corridor behind him first. As he walked, he noticed ritual symbols carved on the walls, each an independent secret ritual pattern, seemingly with its own purpose, likely resonating with the larger rituals outside.
Before they were activated, their specific functions were not yet apparent.
After passing through the corridor, he saw a series of obsidian coffins, twelve in total, with Skalerson lying in one of them. The field emitted from his body indicated that he still retained some vitality.
His body was sealed in a thick layer of white oil, revealing only the rough outlines of his face and body.
Chen Chuan approached and sensed that this was a type of nutritional oil that martial artists could absorb, allowing heteromorphic tissues to rapidly assimilate it. He glanced at Skalerson's arm, which was intact but slightly thinner, suggesting it had regrown over the past few days.
Of course, these things were not given to him for free. Chen Chuan guessed that they were intended to restore him to full health before sacrificing him.
At this moment, the thick oil began to crack, and soon shattered into dry, fragmented pieces.
Skalerson's eyelids fluttered, and he opened his eyes. Seeing Chen Chuan, he seemed unsurprised, saying, "Mr. Chen, what time is it now? How is the investigation going?"
Chen Chuan looked at him, noting that he was indeed dedicated to his duty, seemingly unconcerned about his own situation. He said, "Mr. Skalerson, it has been about twelve days since you were imprisoned."
Skalerson was somewhat surprised. He felt his condition and asked, "So long? Why have they kept me alive?"
Chen Chuan had a reason in mind, but he didn't reveal it, saying, "They might have their own plans. You'll have to see for yourself."
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(End of Chapter)
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