novelden Chapter 4683
Chapter 4683
This is perhaps the allure of faith.
"He upholds heaven and earth with truth; he observes all things with the eyes of wisdom..."
The chanting of Buddhist hymns and the radiant light of lotus flowers intertwined, creating a temporary pure land around him.
His deep eyes held a detached tranquility, like that of an ascetic sage walking toward his destined end.
His steps were firm and his direction clear. He traversed the twisted woodland, crossed the corrosive black desert, and walked step by step into the deep and desolate depths of the Dark Sun Forest.
After walking for an unknown amount of time, he arrived at a huge open space.
Before him lay a colossal abyss, over a kilometer in diameter and seemingly bottomless!
It was pitch black, seemingly capable of swallowing everything. The abyss was invisible to the naked eye, and just one glance was enough to make one feel as if their soul was about to be swallowed up by it.
The edge of the abyss was extremely irregular, as if it had been forcibly torn apart by some unimaginable force.
From the depths of the abyss emanates an aura of darkness and death, a hundred times more intense than anywhere else in the forest, an aura that freezes the soul.
At the same time, there was also a faint, ancient and mysterious call that resonated with the divine power within Indra's body.
The shape of that abyss, in his eyes, resembled a giant eye gazing at the sky, filled with the unknown and...opportunities.
Indra stopped at the edge of the abyss, looking down into the bottomless darkness.
The calmness on his face was replaced by a sense of piety and determination.
"The guidance of destiny... the gaze of Shiva... the source of destruction and rebirth..."
He muttered to himself, as if he had understood something.
He took one last look at the oppressive forest, a smile of relief and fulfillment spreading across his face.
Then, without any hesitation, he leaped into the abyss, like a moth drawn to a flame, or a believer returning to his origins, plunging straight into the bottomless, giant-eyed abyss of darkness!
His figure was swiftly swallowed by the thick darkness, vanishing without a trace, leaving only the faint echoes of the Vedas, slowly dissipating at the edge of the abyss before finally fading into deathly silence.
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At the edge of the Dark Sun Forest, the light did not brighten; instead, it took on a sickly, dim yellow hue.
Thick, black fog condenses here, forming a natural barrier that completely isolates the despair within the forest from the outside world.
A group of people dressed in silver-white armor and wearing capes embroidered with red crosses were carefully making their way along the edge of the forest.
They were the Knights Templar, led by the Discipline Priest Orion and the Mourning Sister Leibniz.
The mad owl's mental attack did not cause any casualties among them.
Holding copies of the Apocalypse, they protected everyone by relying on the enduring faith of the Righteous Lords.
However, at this moment, their choice was not to follow Zhang Yi's guidance and enter the deepest part of the Dark Sun Forest.
Instead, they fled in the opposite direction to the edge of the Dark Sun Forest.
They planned to leave the Dark Sun Forest, a move that would surely puzzle anyone who saw them.
After all, the ultimate goal of humanity's journey to the moon is to resolve the problem of the broken seal of Samael and save Earth.
But they, as the most devout believers of the Vatican, are capable of disregarding life and death.
And why did you desert your post?
This seems to contain some kind of secret that cannot be known to others.
"Based on the stars and the sun's position, heading in this direction should allow us to leave this cursed land."
Father Orion looked up at the sunlight piercing through the black mist, a deep smile appearing on his lips, and calmly spoke.
Sister Leibniz followed closely behind, her beautiful face shrouded in an unyielding sorrow and worry, as she prayed softly: "May the Lord guide the lost sheep out of this dark abyss..."
Her ability, [Mourning], is highly effective against the dead and special beings here, but she feels powerless against this pervasive spiritual pollution and oppressive environment.