Chapter 1258
The Sea of People Froze
Whether it was “Beautiful Woman” Mahidifran, or “Brave Warrior” Isma’i… Eivass did not want to take sides. He could see clearly… Although Mahidifran appeared to be protecting Eivass, neither of them truly respected others — not the attendants who were ordered to touch the petrifying barrier, nor Eivass, an outsider and a Lord… not even each other.
It was simply because Isma’i did not obey her words that Mahidifran became enraged, arguing with another Lord in the street without any regard for her image. This was because she was completely accustomed to an environment where her word was law, and as soon as she found that this was not the case, she immediately lost her elegant demeanor.
And Isma’i had completely disregarded Mahidifran. Perhaps he was constantly sending his attendants to touch the barrier, which was obviously dangerous at first glance, because Mahidifran was trying to stop him?
—If Mahidifran had spoken to stop him, and he had obeyed and stopped, wouldn’t that mean Mahidifran’s status was higher than his and she was more revered than him? And if he needed Mahidifran’s advice to discover the problem, wouldn’t that be equivalent to admitting his failure? He had to continuously refute Mahidifran and do his best to prove her wrong. If he couldn’t do that, he would rather bury all his attendants here. That way, at least no one would witness his failure.
On this sinful land, the Lords tried their best to maintain their brilliant, god-like image. Once they lost their absolute influence, death and revenge would follow. In order to maintain this “absolute correctness,” they had been lost on this path for too long.
Clearly… In the ancient past, their ancestors were the ones on this land with the most legitimate inheritance, the longest foresight, and the greatest spirit of sacrifice. Now, they had all become willful, giant infants by relying on the inherited cause of the Lords. They once had the noblest ideals, but now they had become the dirtiest.
“—Such an ugly argument.” Eivass sighed, mourning for the forbidden mages of the past, “Enough is enough.”
Hearing Eivass’s voice, Isma’i let out a cold laugh and mocked loudly, “Look, Mahidifran! Look at him! He shows no reverence and is ungrateful. Beautiful Mahidifran, this is the kind of person you want to protect!”
Mahidifran’s expression immediately sank. This beautiful red-haired dancer smiled at Eivass, her tone not at all friendly, “Lord of Avalon… did you travel thousands of miles to Anxi just to judge us sinners?”
Her words simultaneously attacked Eivass from multiple angles: “Born in Avalon, therefore an outsider to the Anxi people,” “The miracle of fitting into
To the Lords who valued dignity and reputation, this was probably some very foul language. Although these Lords completely disregarded the human rights of slaves and free people, they never provoked or insulted others. This was probably because if they truly had anger, they would act on their desires directly and wouldn’t resort to verbal attacks.
But to Eivass, he didn’t even feel attacked by this level of passive-aggression. In his previous life, such words would likely have elicited responses of “You’re so cute” from netizens. The offensiveness might not even be as great as directly cursing someone—at least the latter would make Eivass angrier.
And Eivass did laugh. With a gentle and sunny smile, he nodded earnestly and said, “Yes.”
“You… Huh?” Mahidifran was about to say something else, but she suddenly froze. She widened her eyes abruptly and looked up at Eivass in astonishment.
Eivass raised his left hand, and a card spun at his fingertips. A dim yellow radiance gradually spread outwards, instantly dyeing the entire world in a dim yellow hue, stripping everything of its color and turning it into brilliant gold. Although it was the scorching morning sun, it looked like the twilight hour.
Everything quieted down. Eivass calmly said, “I have come to judge you.”
As Eivass’s words fell, the card suspended at his fingertips shattered inch by inch. Along with the surrounding space, it was instantly covered with dense, spiderweb-like cracks. It was like bulletproof glass pierced by bullets, or a glass window that exploded under the summer sun.
This was proof that the space could not withstand the immense pressure on the entire surrounding world when Inanna descended—this also indirectly proved that the Hourglass had not given Amber any special treatment. The old man was still working hard to maintain the Wall of Balance, but the Hourglass’s power was, after all, no match for Amber. Just as Supreme Heaven often shattered the starry sky with a single punch to forcibly interfere with the Material Realm—it was that everyone had voluntarily yielded before, but Supreme Heaven was not so accommodating.
And now, as the “Perfect and Flawless God,” Amber finally made a move, and the Wall of Balance was instantly shattered along with the Material Realm! Fortunately, Eivass had used the Preservation Technique in advance to “preserve” the surrounding buildings and personnel, so they were not instantly displaced during this tearing.
Sensing the sacred power emanating from Eivass, Mahidifran and Isma’i’s eyes widened in disbelief. They had accepted the invitation of the Lords of Holy Spring City and actively rebelled against the Abyss Heavenly Envoy… so they naturally had some capabilities. Although the boost from the Transcendence Tide also played a role… as they had all reached the Sixth Tier, defeating the Abyss Heavenly Envoy might not be an impossible feat. Those people were slaughtered by the Descended Heavenly Envoy because at that time they were at most Fifth Tier, or even Fourth Tier, and had no chance of defeating a Sixth Tier Descended Heavenly Envoy.
And now, they had also reached the Sixth Tier, standing on the same level as the Heavenly Envoy. And they had the boost from their equipment, so why couldn’t they defeat the Descended Heavenly Envoy? Currently, only the Heavenly Envoys of the Path of Love and the Transcendent Path were dead. Looking at the entire world… the place with the most Sixth Tier Ritualists was in Anxi, right here. Whether it was the Primeval or the Church, their mainstream paths were ultimately not the Transcendent Path or the Path of Love.
—If they couldn’t win, then no one else should be able to win either! This was not arrogance, but a reasonable deduction. As superiors of the same path, Mahidifran and Isma’i could easily sense that Eivass possessed the Fifth Tier Transcendent Path. It was precisely because they were certain that Eivass was not one of them that Mahidifran spoke so rudely. Eivass understood this point. Even in guild raids, there were always a few higher-ranked players. Perhaps they had better equipment, better skills, or were better at calling for reinforcements. In any case, success depended entirely on their performance.
Compared to these “main forces” who had reached the Sixth Tier, those Lords who either did not have the Transcendent Path as a secondary profession or had the Transcendent Path but had not ascended to the Sixth Tier were considered “dead weight” in this Heavenly Envoy group. If they left this fixed group, they would most likely not be able to overcome this hurdle. It was like if the dead weight had self-awareness, they wouldn’t proactively attack the main players within the group. They barely respected Eivass, yet they twistedly craved his attention and respect, precisely for this reason. After all, they had not genuinely ascended to the Sixth Tier.
The Fallen Heavenly Envoy was not summoned by them, nor was he defeated by them. They simply rode the wave of the situation and, with the help of the Transcendence Tide, directly reached an energy level they had never even dared to imagine. The reason why others could not ascend was not because they were not hardworking or diligent, but simply due to fate. From this perspective, these Lords were actually more insecure than ordinary people—because although they had barely reached the Sixth Tier, it further proved that their strength was far inferior to the Pope of the Church. They needed to find powerful individuals and attack them, using them as proof of their own dignity.
And now… Eivass, who was only Fifth Tier, was exuding a brilliant radiance before them that made it difficult for them to stand steady, forcing them to retreat. That was the power of the Twilight Path, but it was far stronger than theirs… even stronger than the limits of the Material Realm!
Mahidifran and Isma’i fell into confusion—their first reaction was, “Could it be that I’ve been in a coma for several days, and the Abyss Heavenly Envoy was actually defeated half a month ago?” Look, they had even completed their Ascension Rituals!
And before Eivass, a dim yellow moth silhouette flashed by. As Isma’i stared in astonishment… he found that everyone around him had turned into black and white stone statues!
—In an instant, the sea of people froze.
(End of Chapter)
