Chapter 410
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Chapter 410: Reunion in Heaven
Bai Wei rushed relentlessly, his journey taking quite some time.
Some overconfident, doomed individuals couldn’t be stopped.
Even a muddy road couldn’t deter those seeking death from causing disasters.
Had Alena surrendered earlier, only two corpses would remain.
Bai Wei couldn’t express enough gratitude for her survival, though he kept his emotions tightly in check. He dared not show any signs of sentiment.
He cast a quick glance at Guan Ling, ensuring that both she and Simozi were unharmed before swiftly looking away. On the surface, his purpose was clear: the ownership of Alena and Broken Paradise.
The golden king gazed down gently, his approval evident, but not an ounce of authority or solemnity in his demeanor.
“You’ve worked hard… Rest now.”
“There will be noise soon. Stay away.”
He let go of her hand, and the girl descended like a feather, caught gently by Guan Ling.
The emperor ascended the steps, his cloak billowing. With each step, golden leaves fell.
Though he walked alone toward the sanctuary, his presence felt like an entire army, and the sound of his footsteps echoed like rushing streams and galloping hooves. It wasn’t a man approaching, but war itself.
The four templars stood frozen, as if petrified. They barely moved, afraid to shift even a fraction.
The knights who had previously spoken confidently now fell silent, their weapons tight in hand as if their very necks were offered for slaughter.
The contrast between strength and weakness was glaringly obvious.
Alena looked at the figure before her, speechless, leaning against Guan Ling’s shoulder.
She was exhausted, but not to the point of death. Still, she couldn’t tear her gaze away from the figure before her. She hesitated even to blink, wanting to engrave that image into her memory forever.
During the previous fight, she hadn’t had time to think about much, not even who would come to rescue her. The thought of weakness was discarded immediately. She had never expected another chance.
Miracles don’t happen when asked for—they arrive unbidden.
This was the second time…
Always appearing when I am in danger…
Even in heaven or hell…
If Alena had thought this before, she would have mocked her own cowardice.
This was Heaven Mountain, beneath the sanctuary. Coming here was as good as seeking death.
But it happened, without her even lowering her head to pray.
“Who is he?” Guan Ling asked cautiously.
Hearing the question, Alena felt a strange pride. Now was the time to boast, right?
But then, she realized—she knew nothing about him. He was so mysterious, coming and going like a floating golden leaf.
“Who is he?” Alena whispered softly.
“Who’s there?”
A templar shouted sharply.
Surprise and anger painted their faces as they stared at the young man in his long robe, walking confidently. It felt as if every step he took was stepping directly on their hearts. The presence behind him was overwhelming, like facing a thousand horses and war drums.
The tension twisted their stomachs, and even the least prepared archer suppressed a retch deep in his throat.
Bai Wei was only thirty steps away from them.
The pressure and fear caused one templar to draw his bow, releasing an arrow aimed directly at the king’s forehead.
Ding!
A clear sound echoed as the arrow fell from mid-air, not bouncing off the wall, but mysteriously halting before the young man and dropping to the ground.
“Before you take someone’s life, prepare to lose your own,” Bai Wei declared, sealing their doomed fate. “It seems you’re already prepared.”
He raised his hand, and the arrow hovered in his palm, glowing with golden light before he gently pointed.
The arrow returned on its original path.
The four templars stood united, defending each other without hesitation. One man’s arm was pierced, another’s armor torn, and the third’s weapon nearly knocked out of his hand.
For half a second, they stopped the arrows—but the final shot meant for the last templar remained unstoppable.
It tore through the bow, pierced the armor, and even broke through the body.
The templar’s body slammed into the stone pillar, and the arrow embedded itself deep, causing the once-pure heavenly structure to crack and collapse in a thunderous roar.
The sight sent the remaining templars into a frenzy of fear, draining their will to fight.
What kind of power could so easily tear through the heavenly structure? One command was all it took to kill?
They hadn’t faced a monster of this caliber in so long. Even Europa’s Holy Domain couldn’t match such strength.
The arrow had even pierced the space, shattering the spatial barrier set by the Blind Saintess.
“Golden…” one templar muttered, remembering ancient texts. “The Golden Clan?”
“Impossible! The Golden Clan was wiped out!” another templar shouted.
“Whatever the case, we can’t let him pass!”
The three templars exchanged tense glances, their hands instinctively tightening around their weapons.
The saintess stood behind them, knowing the importance of the heavenly fragment. They couldn’t allow him to pass.
In the blink of an eye, the momentum shifted. The attackers, once in control, were now fighting for their survival.
Facing certain death, Bai Wei didn’t even spare them a glance. He moved forward as if they were mere insects on the side of the road.
Such was the nature of an emperor—always serious, always unsmiling. The illusion of the Golden Power concealed his true presence so flawlessly, not a hint of emotion flickered in his gaze.
The templar wielding the massive hammer shouted loudly. Radiating divine light, a huge phantom appeared behind him. The hammer swelled, expanding five times its size. But it wasn’t enough. He pushed himself even further, his feet cracking as he made the hammer grow ten times bigger, bringing it down on Bai Wei’s head. The weight of it felt like a mountain.
The emperor dismissed it as nothing. With a simple finger, he poked the hammer, and it deflated like a punctured balloon. Energy dispersed, cracks spread across the templar’s arm, and he fell to the ground, defeated.
Nearby, the spear-wielding templar charged forward. Illusions of spears materialized around him. With one powerful thrust, it seemed as if an entire wall of spears had surged forth. Though simple, the move combined three difficult divine techniques, none of which belonged to the judgment system.
Bai Wei raised his hand, catching the spear amidst its illusions.
Horror filled the templar as he released the heavenly weapon and retreated. But a flash of golden light struck, and the spear returned to the templar’s hands, only to have him shattered instantly by the emperor’s golden energy.
Bai Wei continued his advance, leaving only one templar guarding the gate.
This templar was the strongest of them all, and the other two had been stalling.
The final templar summoned an angel, spreading fiery wings behind him, his sword burning brightly.
“Die!” the templar roared, swinging the flaming sword of judgment.
Bai Wei finally moved. He clapped his hands together.
In the air, two golden hands clapped in unison, bringing despair to the angel and templar alike.
The clash of divine forces was silent, but devastating. The once mighty angel shattered into golden particles, its flaming sword reduced to dust.
The emperor who once ruled the world had arrived at the sanctuary.
He passed through the broken gate, his eyes fixed on the greatest enemy in Broken Paradise.
And beneath the shattered space stood the Blind Saintess.
He stared at her, and she, too, ‘looked’ back at him.
The emperor’s gaze was unwavering, lifting only slightly.
A shiny purple exclamation mark appeared above the saintess’s head.
… The emperor could not win the loyalty of people. That was a task better suited to his mentor.
