The colorful light turned into a rainbow, hanging in the east, south, west, and north of the sky. Countless light spots fluttered and sprinkled down like a drizzle, but disappeared without a trace the moment they landed. Only those who were stained with them could clearly feel the enthusiasm and vitality that gushed from the bottom of their hearts, as if they were several years younger.
The low and deep song echoed between heaven and earth, as if it was singing or chanting. But if you listened carefully, you could hear nothing, as if it was just the sound of the wind. But people who heard the song all felt warm all over, as if they had taken a hot bath in winter, with a kind of warmth that could penetrate into their bones.
The warm breeze blew gently, but it had an unimaginable penetrating power. It penetrated through clothes, flesh, and even the body and the soul. It made people feel like their whole body and mind had been cleansed inside and out. Whether it was the physical injuries or the mental filth, they were all washed away. It felt like the whole person had returned to the innocent childhood, when the body was young and healthy, and the spirit was pure and clean, carefree.
Some knowledgeable spellcasters were amazed after a little identification — although these methods were only common God's grace, all kinds of God's grace had been spread, and the intensity was so high. How much God's power had been consumed!
The most famous God's grace ceremony on the continent of the Main Plane was the annual Sunshine Ceremony of the Kingdom of Holy Angels. At noon on the day of the summer solstice, the high-level members of the Church of the God of Glory would hold a grand prayer throughout the whole country, and the great Sun God would also sprinkle God's grace to bless the believers. In the central square of the Holy Light City, the capital of the Kingdom of Holy Angels, the God's grace would even be so strong that it turned into a visible golden drizzle, covering the whole world in a misty way.
Many people in the audience had personally participated in the Sunshine Ceremony and felt the God's grace like golden drizzle. They had thought that the level of God's grace in the world was the limit, but they did not expect to feel an even stronger God's grace at the award ceremony of the World Number One Martial Arts Competition.
"How wonderful …" An old man with white hair and beard closed his eyes and carefully experienced the gift that permeated his body and mind. He could not help but mutter to himself, "I feel like I've returned to when I was ten years old …"
This old man's seat was on the VIP seat. He was a distinguished guest specially invited by the Church of the Void Mask. In fact, those who knew him were very respectful to him because he was none other than the former king of the Kingdom of Holy Angels, His Majesty Nero Sang, who had just abdicated the throne not long ago.
His Majesty Nero was 67 years old this year. He had experienced many Sunlight Rituals in his life and enjoyed the grace of the God of Glory countless times. But even for him, he had never felt such wonderful divine grace.
Among the blessings bestowed by the God of Glory in the past, there were quite a few that were stronger than this one. However, most of the blessings only had one effect and were far less abundant and comprehensive than this one.
For this old man who already had one foot in the grave, being able to let him truly experience the beauty of childhood, even if it was only for a short while, was already a worthwhile trip!
"Our Majesty is a very kind god, and the grace this time was actually bestowed by a few gods together." Light and shadow surged around him and turned into the appearance of the God of Knowledge, Wall. The amazing thing was that the guards who were very close to him knew nothing about it.
Nero turned his head and looked at the most wanted criminal in the Kingdom of Holy Angels that he had heard of in his childhood. He could not help but laugh.
"Disseminator of knowledge, I'm very glad to see you in this situation," he said in a neither humble nor arrogant manner. "It's my honor and a happy event for the whole kingdom that you can talk to me calmly."
Wall also laughed. Since he had been apotheosized, he had let go of his hatred for the Kingdom of Holy Angels. What he could not forget was to find a chance to take revenge on the Sun God in the future.
He just wanted to take revenge, and he did not intend to kill the Sun God. Because he had already understood that those who he really needed to hate, those real enemies, had either died under his sword or had already died of old age in the long river of time.
For him now, "revenge" was just a little obsession left behind when he was a mortal. He would not deliberately erase this obsession, but he would never be affected by this obsession.
For example, Nero San was the nephew of the Duke of Holy Fire. Strictly speaking, he was also Wall's enemy. But in fact, when Wall slashed the Duke of Holy Fire and fought his way out of the Holy Fire City, His Majesty the King was only a child.
"Time flies." He looked at the old former king in front of him and could not help but sigh. "Even you are old."
"Yes, for the great immortal, we mortals are nothing more than withered leaves on the top of the tree. Even if we used to be an eyesore, perhaps in the time it takes for us to sleep or eat, we will quietly wither and be crushed into the soil. " Nero San sighed softly. "Disseminator of knowledge, if you are interested in returning to your hometown, the descendants of the Sun will hold a grand welcome ceremony for you."
Wall's eyes flickered. He thought of his hometown that had long sunk into the depths of his memory, and of his childhood and youth.
"Perhaps …" He did not give a direct answer and sighed softly.
Perhaps when the last bit of obsession was resolved, He would really return to his hometown to see if there were any traces of the scenes in his memory.
Just as the man and the god were talking, on the tall arena, the award ceremony had officially begun.
The person in charge of presenting the awards was a lion-man in armor. His golden hair was as bright as the sun, and there was not the slightest hint of ferocity on his majestic face. Instead, there was a majesty that made people want to worship him. He was like a natural-born king who was born to be above everyone else.
The emcee who presided over the award ceremony was a handsome young man. He wore a loose robe, and his long black hair was so soft that it made the women envious. He did not carry any weapons or armor, only a bamboo flute tied to his waist. It was clearly unbelievably simple, but there was a natural noble aura about him, making people feel that he was not dressed shabbily at all.
The prizes that had not yet been awarded were placed on a floating emerald green platform. This platform was round, and there were countless silk ribbons hanging down from it. It looked quite strange. However, everyone who looked at it did not find it strange or funny. Instead, they felt that it was very warm and friendly.
"Aren't you going to the arena?" Nilo Sang looked at the people on the stage and could not help but laugh again.
"As long as Your Majesty is happy. I won't join in the fun." Wall smiled and shook his head. "I'll just watch from below the stage."
Also watching from below the stage was a big man who was dressed like a beggar. At this time, a bearman in a neat short-sleeved shirt who reeked of alcohol forcibly put on a decent robe. He was muttering, "Your boss is polite to me, so I won't bother with a drunkard like you." Beside him, a tall and thin bald man with short arms and legs and a fat man with a big grin and a long beard were giggling. No one knew why they were so happy.
Further away, there were a few figures watching everything that was happening.
"Do you feel it? It's the surge of Source Power … "
"I feel it. The priesthood of 'Contest' is about to take shape!"
"Are you sure you still want to fight? That big jellyfish's moves are very powerful! "
"Some things must be fought for!"
In the deeper darkness, a figure wrapped in a black robe was whispering with a group of strange-looking guys. Their language was strange and awkward, full of discomfort. Ordinary mortals would be poisoned to death even if they only heard one or two words. Even powerful angels would be completely contaminated after hearing a few words and degenerate into evil and twisted monsters.
They were waiting quietly, waiting for the predetermined opportunity.
The first to award the prize was the third place. Summoned by the emcee, Suchel Magnus walked to the arena. The emcee waved his hand and played the highlights of her various matches in the air. Then he introduced this female Saint Samurai from the Duchy of Thunder to the audience and highly praised her upright character and brave style.
Amidst the applause of the audience, Su Qiao 'er received his prize from the Lion Man.
There was a golden card with a number on it — this was the special exchange card of the Void Mask Amusement Park, which could be exchanged for the corresponding number of money at the exchange office. There was also an extremely exquisite pendant, on which the magical light was so strong that it could blind people's eyes. There was also a bronze medal that was also flashing with magical light.
Needless to say, the medal was not only reinforced with magic, but also had a permanent property of "Never Wear and Tear." It could also be used once a day to heal moderate injuries. It was a very practical magic item.
Among these prizes, the most valuable one was probably the pendant. It could not only improve the wearer's physical fitness, but also allow the wearer to maintain a calm power without losing the heroic spirit. For Suchel, who often caused trouble because of the surge of Psionic Power, and sometimes even elementalized because she could not suppress the outburst of Psionic Power, this was the treasure that she had been looking for.
Because the three items were enchanted with explanation, Suchel knew their uses as soon as she got them. She could not help but be overjoyed. She hurriedly put on the pendant and felt that the Psionic Power, which had been forcibly suppressed by the armor, had eased for the first time in her life. She almost cried with joy.
After putting on the pendant, she could not wait to take off her helmet. Her beautiful face, which had always been hidden under the helmet, was rarely seen in front of the audience.
Because of the lack of sunlight, her face looked a little pale, but the excited smile on her face added a lot of beauty to her ordinary appearance.
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