Chapter 323: There Will Always Be Beings on Earth Who Dare to Face the Radiance of Thunder
Chapter 323: There Will Always Be Beings on Earth Who Dare to Face the Radiance of Thunder
Golden Crocodile Douluo had never acknowledged Bibi Dong as the Pope.
Or rather, no one in the Worship Hall had ever acknowledged her.
Only the Seraphim Martial Soul was considered orthodox, only it held the possibility of resurrecting the Angel God.
That was their faith.
However, this time, Golden Crocodile recognized Bibi Dong's actions. This was the bearing a Pope should have.
The previous Bibi Dong always wore the appearance of someone consumed by hatred and bitterness—how could they possibly acknowledge someone like that?
How could such a person lead the Spirit Hall into the light?
Back when she was made the Holy Maiden, everyone opposed it. Unfortunately, that nephew of his insisted on going his own way, ultimately leading to a great mistake.
Bibi Dong fell silent.
Golden Crocodile's words stirred her deeply.
So it turned out, these old fellows weren't unwilling to support her. It was just that the former version of her didn't deserve their support.
Indeed, that Bibi Dong—full of hatred, intent on destroying Spirit Hall—how could she possibly win their support?
This old man said he didn't support her, yet he sent two Worships, which already proved that he had, to some degree, acknowledged her actions.
"This Golden Crocodile Douluo, over two hundred years old, is actually kind of adorable."
In midair, Kong murmured softly.
The Feng Lang Sect Master's situation was just as that person had said.
Being killed by Bibi Dong ended up benefitting him!
Originally, Kong had planned to serve him several thunder packages, but in the end, he decided to leave it to the Saints.
These Saints weren't benevolent types. They had once dismembered Emperor Xue Ye into thousands of pieces without so much as blinking. One could only imagine the methods they'd use against evil.
"Let's hope the Temple of Thunder remains this way. If it loses its way, or is corrupted…"
"Then tear it down and start over!"
Right now, Kong's busiest task was responding to his believers. But not all believers would receive his response—only those with true faith.
His method of response was simple: returning their power of faith to them.
As if taken from the people, returned to the people.
To Kong, faith power wasn't of much use. He would rather give it back to help believers increase their strength.
He never wanted followers to begin with, but these people were just too enthusiastic. The moment they caught sight of a god, they started worshiping.
Helplessly, Kong had no choice but to accept their faith. Later, he returned this pure power of belief back to them.
In a world driven by idealism, faith power was unimaginably strong.
The stronger the faith, the stronger the self.
Just like on the continent of Teyvat.
A swordsman from Inazuma once said: There will always be beings on earth who dare to face the radiance of thunder.
That swordsman himself couldn't do it, but his friend, carrying his will, did.
He took on the strongest sword strike.
That strike might have been just a casual blow from the Shogun, but anyone who could withstand it could not be ordinary.
Yet that young man, with a human body and a friend's wish in his heart, achieved the impossible.
This is the world of belief, the manifestation of a wish taken to its extreme…
There was another benefit to responding to believers—it reminded them that their deity was there, always there!
He is watching, observing...
Only in this way could one ensure that faith wouldn't become corrupted or diverge down another path.
Huo Yuhao's original intention in founding the Spirit Transmission Tower was to resolve the conflict between soul masters and soul beasts. There was nothing wrong with that.
But it also gave rise to the ambitions of schemers…
Not only did it fail to resolve the conflict, it actually accelerated the extinction of soul beasts.
If Huo Yuhao had kept watching over the Spirit Transmission Tower and occasionally responded, such a thing would never have happened.
Back to the main topic...
The matter of the Feng Lang Sect Master served as a loud wake-up call to everyone present—it reminded them that great power was not an excuse to do whatever one pleased.
There are always greater people beyond, and higher skies above.
Unless you can surpass that person and shatter the heavens, it's best to cultivate obediently and stay out of trouble.
"Terrifying… With both Spirit Hall and the Temple of Thunder overseeing the continent, even if one has strength, it's best not to stir up trouble!"
Everyone present represented nearly half of the major powers on the Douluo Continent!
And they were all sect masters.
The scene before them instilled fear, prompting them to make a silent decision: once they returned to their sects, they would immediately declare that no one was to cause trouble or commit evil acts!
If discovered, they wouldn't even wait for the Temple of Thunder or Spirit Hall to intervene—they would eliminate such scum themselves!
The matter of the Feng Lang Sect Master was just a small episode. After Qianjun and Jiangmo left with the Holy Temple Knights, the Sect Tournament continued.
One notable match was between the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect and the Wind Sword Sect!
The Wind Sword Sect Master faced off against the Supreme Elder of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect—Chen Xin.
"..."
The Wind Sword Sect Master was like a severely watered-down version of Chen Xin—very watered-down.
The Wind Sword Martial Soul couldn't be compared to the Seven Kill Sword at all.
Moreover, Chen Xin's strength was at level 97—there was no suspense in the outcome.
"As expected of the Sword Dao's Chen Xin. I concede, wholeheartedly."
When the Seven Kill Sword was resting against his neck, the Wind Sword Sect Master said this calmly.
His bearing wasn't bad, but his strength was simply too weak.
"A sword isn't meant to be used like that."
With that single remark, Chen Xin withdrew the Seven Kill Sword and turned to walk toward Ning Fengzhi and Gu Rong without even glancing back.
The Wind Sword Sect Master was stunned. He could indeed feel that there was a big difference between Chen Xin's sword and his own.
His sword emphasized attributes and soul skills, but Chen Xin's sword seemed to have something more.
"How should a sword truly be used?"
The Wind Sword Sect Master asked instinctively. He didn't feel insulted by Chen Xin's words.
Even if it was a rebuke, so what? As the number one in Sword Dao, Chen Xin had the right to say such things.
Upon hearing this, Chen Xin paused his steps.
For a sword wielder, discussing swords was something one could be quite passionate about.
Chen Xin didn't mind teaching him a bit.
"Your sword has form, but no intent, and even less heart."
"When you've cultivated your own sword intent, your Title will follow."
"What is intent? What is heart? Please, Your Excellency, enlighten me!"
As one of the Lower Four Sects, the Wind Sword Sect wasn't originally worth Chen Xin's attention, especially since this man could be considered an 'enemy.'
But after thinking it over briefly, Chen Xin finally said, "Come with me."
"Yes!"
The Wind Sword Sect Master was overjoyed. He had always thought his swordsmanship was already quite strong, but this was the number one in Sword Dao!
Receiving his guidance would surely be immensely beneficial.
Chen Xin led the Wind Sword Sect Master off to the side, where they began speaking in hushed tones.
Their conversation was conducted via sound transmission, so most people couldn't tell what was being said.
All they could see was the Wind Sword Sect Master's face lighting up as he nodded repeatedly…
(End of Chapter)
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