Alone in a foreign land as a stranger, every festive occasion makes one miss one's family even more!
Today, Ye Qinghan doesn't see anyone, because according to Yan Dragon history, today is the Yan Dragon Festival! In front of everyone, His Majesty Han Ye is incomparably humble, benevolent, and friendly. A faint smile hangs on his lips, representing the God of Light to scatter his radiance in all directions.
On the highest floor of the church, he sits on the supreme throne, looking down at the beautiful night scene and the clamorous crowd through the shield, but he feels so lonely. It feels like the first time he arrived at Cang City of the Yan Dragon Continent. It's so out of place, so lonely, as lonely as the snow!
A white figure walks in lightly. There are only five people in this plane who can come in under the protection of the Holy See's high-level guards. The person who comes has a head full of blue curly hair, and gem-like eyes. Under the moonlight, she looks especially charming!
Pandora has Ye Qingyu's eyes that are as pure as water, but she also has a peerless countenance like fireworks, as well as Yin Ling 'er's impressive figure. She's worthy of being the goddess in the hearts of men on the continent. She looks at His Majesty Han Ye sitting on the throne, looking at the undisguised sorrow in his eyes. Her heart feels as if it's being pricked by a needle, very painful!
She doesn't go to comfort this man with tyrannical strength, but a mysterious identity. She just foolishly looks at him, accompanying him, hoping to make him feel a trace of warmth.
Ye Qinghan's gaze doesn't move, still shrinking most of his body into the throne. He enjoys this feeling of loneliness very much. Even though there's one more person, it doesn't affect him from continuing to look down at the clamor below. His mind has already wandered millions and millions of miles away, going to that place called the Secret Realm of Reincarnation. Even if there's one more person by his side, what can it represent?
Seemingly infected by Ye Qinghan, Pandora also feels a kind of loneliness and desolation. She has no relatives in this world, and she's woken up by nightmares every night, until the arrival of this Knight of Han Ye. She's wondering if there's really a God in this world? Otherwise, how could she hear her most devout prayer, and how could a God-like man descend to protect her?
But then she thought that maybe this man was sent by the devil, because he easily bewitched her heart and made her believe him … fall in love with him.
The night quietly slipped away. Unknowingly, Ye Qinghan closed his eyes and began to fall asleep on his throne. Unknowingly, Pandora walked to Ye Qinghan's side and sat down on the spacious throne, snuggling up to Ye Qinghan. Two lonely people, in this lonely night, hugged each other to sleep!
The night was still so alluring, so enchanting, yet so desolate!
Ye Qinghan did not continue to wear his sorrow on his face. On the second day, when the sun shone over the land, he was all smiles as he welcomed the believers who came to worship the new pope. He had always liked to hide his pain in the depths of his heart and not find someone to talk about it. That was the embodiment of a useless man. He believed that a man should be indomitable, and move forward in solitude and pride.
The Cardinal of Meng Zhong City, Sieg, became the new Chief Judge, while Alice, who was cold and elegant on the outside but like a raging fire on the bed, became the third most important person in the Holy See, the High Priestess! Although this is outrageous, who would dare to oppose the edict of His Majesty Han Ye, who was at the height of his power? No one wants to become His Majesty Han Ye's most loyal dog, and Prince Laden's next target!
Alice is shrewd and powerful, and after refining the Divine Crystal, she will become one of the strongest people in the continent. This is Ye Qinghan's compensation for her hard work in bed. With Alice here, Pandora and the other three maids should have a better life after refining the Divine Crystal!
Since he has become the Pope, he will have an endless supply of light power, and the black thread will be able to continue to oppress him. After solving this fatal problem, Ye Qinghan's next step is to find his way home. At this moment, he naturally has to make arrangements for his departure.
Ye Qinghan leaves the internal affairs of the Holy See to Alice and Sieg. He enters the War Emperor's Palace to have a heart-to-heart talk with the great Pope.
"You heathen, the Archangel is about to descend, and your end is near. Hurry up and release me, or your soul will forever sink into the Asura Sea!"
When he saw the Pope again, he didn't expect to hear the Pope's angry roar. It was obvious that the Pope had had a hard time over the past month. His snow-white hair had turned gray, and his eyes were bloodshot! He glares angrily at Ye Qinghan, as if Ye Qinghan had hooked up with his wife and daughter and was caught in the act.
"Slap!"
The Pope's reply is a resounding slap and two bloody teeth. Ye Qinghan helplessly looks at the Pope's bloated body, which was sent flying a few meters away by his slap. He feels that it is so ridiculous! He has seen stupid people, but he has never seen such a stupid person. As a prisoner, he should have the awareness of a prisoner. Isn't he asking for a slap by being so arrogant at this moment?
"I have a secret technique called Soul Searching, which is to extract your soul from your body and read your memories like flipping through a book! I have another method, and that is to cut off your face and any distinctive features on your body. Then, I will cripple your strength and cut off your tongue. In short, no one will be able to recognize you, and you won't be able to ask for help. You can only look and not speak. Then, I will strip you naked and hang you at the gate of the Holy City. Finally, I will ask someone to pour ice water on your little … um, little brother! Which method do you prefer? "
Ye Qinghan walks over and squats down, smiling at the Pope who is lying on the ground and glaring at him hatefully.
His voice is emotionless, but the Pope's bloated body starts to shake violently after hearing his words. He screams like a duck, "Devil, you are a devil, you are the Devil King of the Asura Hell …"
Two hours later, Ye Qinghan looks at the Pope who is lying on the ground like a reptile. He feels disgusted. He admits that he is not a good person, and he has killed people before, but he has never killed innocent people. As long as people do not provoke him, he will not mess around. Even if he messes around, he will not kill civilians who are weak. However, the things that this great Pope has ordered made Ye Qinghan want to … stab him to death a few times.
He walks out of the War Emperor Palace and starts to ponder the Great Prophecy Spell that he learned from the Pope, as well as the method to absorb the Power of Faith.
Half a day later, Ye Qinghan suddenly feels warm, and his soul is extremely comfortable. That is because a small portion of the countless threads around the entire plane is surging toward his body. Countless pure Power of Faith slowly surges into his body. It makes him feel refreshed, as if he has returned to his mother's embrace.
After understanding the principle of the Great Prophecy Spell, Ye Qinghan is too lazy to cultivate it. This so-called First Secret Spell of the Pope is actually using the Power of Light from the Upper Realm to suppress the enemy. This kind of borrowed power is not as easy to control as his own Power of Light, so Ye Qinghan does not dare to use it to suppress the black threads in the Sea of Souls.
The matter of ascending to the Upper Realm is also clear. Every once in a while, the Upper Realm will summon you, and you will be qualified to accept the summons and ascend to Heaven when you reach the strength of an Archangel.
As for the arrival of that Archangel, Ye Qinghan does not care much. This is just a routine inspection in the Heaven Plane, to ensure that nothing happens to the plane below, and to continuously provide the Power of Light to the God of Light. In other words, a Archangel has the strength of a Venerable One. Easy to talk to, good for you, good for me, and good for everyone! If you are not easy to talk to, then stay forever!
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