The Goddess is here! "
One of the Muses spoke. The people who were chatting and discussing on the platform immediately fell silent. Everyone's gaze landed on the hall on the Mountain of Rites.
The first thing they saw was the hair that was as black as night …
Every strand of hair was braided into a unique pattern. When they fell smoothly on her snow-white shoulders like silk, they rubbed against each other rhythmically with her solemn and noble steps …
The hem of her dress slowly dragged on the carpet covered with olive flowers. The spirits of the wind lingered around her beautiful and slender figure, holding hands and dancing gracefully …
Her eyes were more beautiful than the breathtaking scenery of Santorini Island. If one carefully observed the emotions hidden in her eyes, they would be able to sense the endless gentleness of the owner of those eyes …
It was undeniable that the newly elected Goddess' appearance and temperament perfectly matched the inheritance of Parthenon.
It wasn't that she had a beauty capable of causing the downfall of nations. Instead, it was that she displayed the gentleness and beauty of a woman to the fullest. She was like a poem that could never be fully understood. What attracted people wasn't just her beautiful words, but also her soul. Even her beauty and poetry blended together.
The Saintess and the Goddess were only separated by a single position, but in the eyes of the people, the young candidate for the Goddess had already undergone a complete transformation. It was unknown if it was a psychological effect or a baptism of her soul.
Ye Xinxia was completely different from how she was in the past. Even the smile on her face was no longer as pure as before. It was more like she was maintaining a polite smile. There was more meaning behind her smile that was hard to fathom.
People would eventually change.
Ye Xinxia could feel it when she was facing the mirror. The person in the mirror was completely different from the person when she first entered the temple.
If it was in the past, Ye Xinxia would be slightly nervous when the people's attention was on her. After all, she was often pushed to the front by the Hall Mother and the old man in the temple without any experience or mental preparation.
This time, it was a grand occasion. She was the focus of the entire world. However, when she took a step forward with a smile on her face, and her eyes were spirited and slightly dazed, she did not feel much of a ripple in her heart.
Every step she took was steady.
Although the Holy Maiden had to learn etiquette and appearance every week, it didn't mean that she would be perfect when she stood in front of the world.
What's more, Ye Xinxia had been in a wheelchair for a long time. She rarely "walked" to the front of the stage.
No ripples meant that there was no joy, no nervousness, and nothing to be proud of. She was clearly the final victor of this battle. Countless people were watching her, cheering for her, envying and praising her, but Ye Xinxia began to feel sad.
The more blossoming one was, the more gloomy and pale one's heart was.
The brighter the lanterns were, the harder it was for him to suppress the agitation and pain in his chest.
"Ye Xinxia, does the God in your heart have any instructions that you can convey to the lost people of the world?" High Priest Ermo took out the Parthenon Canon and asked Ye Xinxia, who had ascended the altar of the Goddess.
"No," Ye Xinxia replied.
Her answer immediately caused everyone to be puzzled. Even High Priest Er Mo was stunned.
Could it be that the Goddess did not prepare a script?
This was a message for all the believers in the world. Not a single sentence?
"Ye Xinxia, will you strictly abide by the decrees of Parthenon during your succession?" High Priest Er Mo did not care about the previous procedure and directly asked the next question.
"So far, I have not violated it," Ye Xinxia replied.
Er Mo frowned again, and so did all the priests of the Hall of Faith.
Was the Goddess so busy yesterday that she did not have time to memorize a script this morning?
Even if she did not have a script, with her many years of experience as a Holy Maiden, she should have given some inspirational words at such an important time. This answer could not be considered a problem, but it was missing something...
"Ye Xinxia, please swear on your soul that you will treat every believer of Parthenon kindly."
"Ye Xinxia, please swear on your soul that after becoming the Goddess, you will do your best to bring peace and tranquility to the world, without a single drop of blood, without a trace of suffering."
"Ye Xinxia, please swear on your soul that you will forever be loyal to Parthenon!"
Falmer solemnly read it out. Every time he read it, it was like a command from the gods. It was like a huge bell that reverberated in everyone's mind and wouldn't disperse for a long time.
"I, Ye Xinxia, swear on my soul."
"After becoming the Goddess, I will do my best to bring peace and tranquility to the world, without a trace of suffering, without a single drop of... not a single drop of... not a single drop of blood!"
Ye Xinxia felt like there was a sharp blade in her throat. When she read the second half of the sentence, pain appeared on her face, and difficulty appeared in her words.
...
Whoosh!!!
As soon as she finished speaking, a stream of bright red blood sprayed out and wantonly splashed at Ye Xinxia's feet.
A few spots of blood stained the pure and flawless white dress, and the steps that were covered with flowers were smeared with bright red.
In the front row, the head of an old man in a tuxedo rolled to the ground. He sat there, blood spurting out from his neck like a fountain.
The crowd was shocked. They stared at the old man in a tuxedo in disbelief. Many people recognized him. He was an elder of one of the nine great hidden clans of Parthenon. Even though he had lost all his power due to old age, he still had great wisdom and connections.
Puchi!!!
Before the crowd could react, a man in a black suit with a red shirt suddenly stood up from the back row. His chest had been cut open, and blood was spurting out from between his ribs. The guests in the front row were a few ladies. Their fragrant long hair was covered in the man's blood!
"Pupuchi ~ ~ ~ ~ ~"
The splatter of blood was louder than fireworks. Everything happened too suddenly. Among the thousands of seats in front of the stage, blood splattered uniformly in the air like scarlet roses. A strong smell of blood filled the air. At the same time, fear spread rapidly among the crowd!
In the crowd, a woman in a hemp garment rose to her feet. Her sharp eyes scanned the crowd. She was obviously trying to locate the culprit behind the massacre!
How strong was the culprit, to be able to kill so many people in such a short period of time?
"Senior, your disciple... the Pope has attacked us!" Yan Qiu felt a great threat.
"The Pope's man is dead too," Salan stared at the man in a black suit with a red shirt.
He was an Italian Cardinal.
When Salan saw the Italian Cardinal, she could sense the uncontrollable joy of her colleague.
Once upon a time, the head of the Black Vatican was able to sit in the middle of an international ceremony like the leader of the world. However, his face was filled with astonishment and confusion when his chest was sliced open and he fell into a pool of blood!
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