"Ah wu …"
Loud cries rang out. Ye Fan stood in front of the majestic shrine and looked down. The crusader army seemed to have lost their hope and was on the verge of collapse as they wailed loudly.
God was dead, and the whole world seemed to have collapsed. Everything was dark and filled with despair. The two mighty experts of the god race had been killed with a single arrow, and it was hard for them to accept this.
In the eyes of these devout believers, the whole world had lost its luster. The world had come to an end, and this was an unbearable weight and pain. Their faith had collapsed.
"Glory and faith are our lives. Fight for God!"
Everyone cried loudly and faced death with equanimity. They rushed toward the tallest sacred mountain in Jerusalem, wanting to carry out the final assault. They couldn't accept this cruel reality.
Ye Fan didn't say anything. He stretched out his finger and swiped downwards. Pu pu sounds rang out incessantly as blood blossomed. Lives were withering as seven to eight knight leaders were erased.
After that, he didn't make any more moves. He sat cross-legged on the tallest sacred mountain and began to recite the Salvation Scripture. His voice resounded through the sky, and auspicious clouds scattered down like pearls and pearls. A thousand colors and ten thousand auspicious lights poured down, covering every corner.
This scripture was the first of the three cave scriptures of Daoism. It could eliminate natural disasters, protect the emperor, and poison the people. Both men and women were protected and could be converted from mortals.
"The path of immortals brings forth life, immeasurable people …" Ye Fan's voice was deafening and rumbled like thunder. He recited the scriptures on the sacred mountain, and all kinds of phenomena appeared in the world.
Ye Fan wanted to go to another paradise in West Earth, but if he didn't get rid of the evil aura of the crusaders, they might bring disaster to Middle Earth.
They blocked the path, all of them in grief. Ye Fan didn't want to create a heaven-overflowing calamity. Killing so many people was truly against the harmony of the heavens, so he might as well convert them spiritually.
Auspicious colors descended from the sky, and sweet springs gushed out from the earth. Withered trees sprouted, and the sick and disabled were healed. Ye Fan's lotus blossomed, and all kinds of auspicious signs appeared. Immortal light shone brilliantly, and a divine aura curled up around him. He was like a god converting all living beings.
Ancient characters appeared one after another from his mouth, turning into scriptures that were engraved in the void, purifying everyone's hearts and minds, cleansing their primordial spirits. This was a type of 'cleansing' on the spiritual level.
Ye Fan didn't have the slightest killing intent, and he seemed like an ancient immortal or an eternal sage. Every single word he spat out was crystalline and translucent, and they transformed into divine radiance that illuminated the sky and entered everyone's sea of consciousness.
The frightening murderous aura in the city of Jerusalem had all disappeared. Many of the knights had already rushed to the front, but they had all thrown away their weapons and were in a daze. This was the most powerful group of people.
At the foot of the Holy Mountain, there was a group of crusaders sitting cross-legged on the ground. Their expressions were solemn, as though they had gained enlightenment. Their expressions were calm, and their entire being seemed peaceful.
When the older cultivators in the distance saw this scene, all of their hairs stood on end. What kind of heaven-defying method was this? They were comparable to ancient deities, opening their mouths to preach the dao, gather believers, establish a sect in a single day, be respected by all under the heavens, able to pass down their inheritance through the ages.
"Gao Zheng Zuo Shi. Po Ni fiend spirit. Sorrowful across the border. Nan Yaokui. Jingyi Guang Guang. Mixed Elements Awakening Fate … "
Ye Fan chanted the Dao scripture, and orchids surrounded him. Golden gates appeared, clouds rose, and images appeared. An immortal king sat cross-legged in the Nine Heavens, and the chaos nourished a lotus.
Reciting the scripture once, the devout believers' hearts would be clear. Reciting the scripture twice, and worry would be gone. Reciting the scripture thrice, and everyone would bow their heads, and their minds would be clear. Reciting the scripture thrice, and the hidden ailments would be gone. Reciting the scripture thrice, and the teeth would be reborn.
"Endless bandits must think. Great waves are born in the Dao Sea. Dharma and righteousness are like a stream. Nurture good seedlings. To save the hungry and poor … "
Ye Fan's vision gradually merged with his body. He sat high in the Nine Heavens, reciting the Heaven and Earth Xuan and Huang texts. The sky was overflowing with auspicious signs, and they fell down, completely covering Jerusalem.
It was almost impossible to see such a powerful being in the present world, and even more so, no one would devote their mind and cultivation to expounding the scripture to enlighten so many people. In ancient times, this was a manifestation of a divine miracle!
This was not only enlightening the believers, but also giving them great benefits. Whether it was a problem in their cultivation or the shackles on their cultivation, they would all be changed, and they would receive great benefits.
In ancient times, this was like a god descending to the world. It was equivalent to creating a pure land, and it was a supreme method to gather faith. Once everyone in the world recognized and respected him, he could become a saint.
The hostility in the Holy City of Jerusalem disappeared completely, and it turned into a peaceful place. Ye Fan used his great power to kill, and suppressed the place.
And in this process, the Little Taoist Master, Zhang Qingyang, benefited the most. He was a disciple of Taoism, and he was guarding behind Ye Fan. He felt as if a window had opened, and his cultivation improved, and he actually broke through a small realm.
"Master, establish a sect. This is nothing more than an ancient miracle. The people below have all been enlightened by you, and they have become devout believers," he said with a trembling voice.
"Celestial Court." Ye Fan spat out these two words. His voice was deafening, and it resounded through the clouds. He told Zhang Qingyang that he could preach in the future, but not now.
Zhang Qingyang nodded. This would be a grand and long-term goal for him to work hard for. The famous Daoist Zhang embarked on a road to create his own path.
In the end, Ye Fan no longer showed off his cultivation, and no longer chanted scriptures. The people sitting cross-legged below the holy mountain were all full of spirit, and they completely gave up their killing intent. Their spirits were purified.
He stood up. The people below were pilgrims, and their eyes were incomparably devout. They were all praying, and they were willing to follow him to the Vatican to ask for the ancestral artifact.
Zhang Qingyang decided on his own, and at this moment, he announced Ye Fan's position as Celestial Emperor. For a moment, the mountain was filled with endless cheers, and it resounded through the world.
Dragon Sparrow, Zhan Yifan, and the others looked at each other in dismay. They felt that Zhang Qingyang really had the potential to become a swindler. In the blink of an eye, he had turned a group of enemies into believers. It was a bit inconceivable.
"Master, please teach me the flawless Scripture of Expiation," Zhang Qingyang said seriously.
Ye Fan stretched out his hand, and a clear radiance entered the space between his brows, turning into a complicated scripture. Moreover, it had the imprint of his enlightenment, and it involved the various details and processes of comprehending this scripture. It could allow him to quickly understand it.
This was no longer a pure Expiation Scripture. There were also dao scriptures, Western Emperor Scriptures, Eternal Universe Scriptures, and many other profound mysteries that could purify one's primordial spirit, forming a unique ancient scripture.
"It's time to leave." Ye Fan gazed into the distance, and thus began his journey.
"Celestial Emperor!"
At the foot of the sacred mountain, groups of devout believers shouted, their voices resounding through the clouds. In the distant temples of the other two religions, many elders were dumbstruck. Even the gods they revered were speechless, not daring to make a move.
Ye Fan descended the mountain, and with many followers, he left this place in a grandiose manner, heading into the distance.
"I want the flowers of the Celestial Court's orthodoxy to blossom in every corner of the world, and from then on, establish an immortal sect," Zhang Qingyang said, extremely excited.
"Zhang Qingyang, you couldn't have been accidentally purified by master, right?" The others muttered, speaking in a joking tone.
"You guys don't understand, establish an immortal sect … I vaguely seem to have sensed something, but it's hard to explain right now." Zhang Qingyang said absent-mindedly.
Vatican City, meaning the land of prophets, was the most famous heavenly paradise in the West. It was the resting place of the ancient gods, possessing endless myths and legends.
Not long after Ye Fan left Jerusalem, all of the news spread through various methods, shaking the Western Orthodoxy greatly!
The last two divine races were shot dead, and all of the glory and halo became dim. Moreover, the crusaders became his bodyguards, becoming his devout believers, and were currently on their way to the west.
The devil headed to the west!
Many ancient families couldn't sit still anymore. A devil emerged from the Central Earth, his momentum overbearing, and he didn't come with good intentions. Was he going to overturn the Western Orthodoxy?
On this day of darkness, all of the great inheritances were horrified. A devil emerged from the Central Earth, heading west. No one had expected things to develop to this extent. It was extremely grim.
The remaining divine races of this world were all dead. Who else could subdue this great demon of the Central Earth?
"Vatican City is in danger. Even though its backing is deep, it is already insufficient in this Cultivationless Age. No one can suppress this devil."
"You're wrong. That is the master of the Celestial Court. Be careful of him trying to purify you."
"What do we do? Should we go and provide assistance?"
"Don't worry. If I haven't guessed wrong, there are still some holy knights who survived the Dark Age. Perhaps they still have the strength to fight."
…
Everyone was discussing this. They were all incomparably shocked by Ye Fan's Crusade of Purification. Some of them couldn't accept this reality, and all of them were a bit scared.
Ye Fan walked around the Vatican for a while before entering the ancient formation. He walked into a primitive land. The ancient trees here were like dragons, and the fragrance of ancient medicines permeated the air. This was a rare cultivation holy land, and a desolate aura assaulted his senses.
Since the ancient times, this place had been a spiritual land that nurtured gods. There were saints and virtuous sages overseeing it throughout the generations. Now that the times had changed, it was impossible for such experts to appear again. However, it was still revered by people.
This was an ancient dao rite. It was different from the Catholic center that mortals believed in, but it could still absorb the power of faith from the outside world.
Within the Vatican, there were many great figures who were worried and frowning. Now that the devil of the Central Earth had come to their doorstep, they were at a loss.
However, there were also some people who were laughing heartily. They said in great comfort, "Isn't it great that the divine race is dead? The holy scripture is the crystallization of wisdom, and Jesus is a venerable sage. What are those divine races from outside this region?! When the time comes, we will go and welcome the devil of the Central Earth. Our doctrine is great. The existence of God is to provide spiritual sustenance for the people of the world, and not to provide telekinesis for the divine races from outside this region. "
In another grand hall, a group of people were at their wits' end. They were all extremely worried. Even the divine race had been killed, so how could the Vatican resist?
In the end, Pope opened his mouth. His expression was as calm as water as he said, "No matter. God isn't omnipotent, but our religion is omnipotent!"
"Your Majesty Pope, do you have any ideas? The devils of the Central Earth are truly powerful to the extreme. "Someone revealed an expression of shock and couldn't help but ask.
"Do you know why those divine race experts only live in the holy city of Jerusalem and never dare to come to this ancient dao rite? Because they are afraid that the strongest expert under the starry skies is here! "Pope's eyes were deep and unfathomable like the sea. He sat upright and was as calm as a mountain.
"Then why did you watch as they were killed?" Someone asked in alarm.
"What do they count as? It's just a cooperation. In the past, we occasionally needed them to display miracles. They aren't true gods, and they are merely gods that we established. We can abolish them at any time."
Pope's hair was thick and flowing with brilliance. His face was snow-white and sparkling, and his eyes were as deep as the starry skies. As he sat high up, every movement he made would leave traces of the dao. He was like a god.
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