Tantric family to divine dynasty

Chapter 420: The Sun Sage and the Fifth Ladder "Eye of Destiny"

In the south of Oden continent, the Theocracy of Tyrael.

The blazing sun hangs high above the boundless sky like molten gold, pouring down thousands of hot and dazzling rays of light, coating the vast desert with a layer of dazzling golden color.

In this desert forgotten by time, the pyramids stand proudly. They are no longer silent piles of stones but ancient guardians awakened by the scorching sun. The sunlight jumps and flickers on the slopes of the pyramids, outlining their angular contours.

As the light and shadow change, a golden river seems to flow on the surface of the pyramid, as if it is breathing slowly. The surrounding air becomes distorted by the strong sunlight, and the ancient ruins seem to be slowly awakening with the baptism of sunlight.

In the magnificent temple in the distance, a solemn and mysterious ceremony was taking place. The priests of the Theocracy of Tyrael wore crowns symbolizing different gods and held sacred instruments such as scepters and incense burners. They set out from the temple in a grand procession. People along the way presented flowers, applauded and cheered, and the procession finally arrived at the huge altar of the Church of the Sun.

It was a giant golden circular altar with a diameter of hundreds of meters, like the sun. A solar flame left by the "Scorching Sun" was burning fiercely in the golden prototype altar, and it had never been extinguished despite countless years of wind and rain.

The priests in front of the altar offered sacrifices to the statue, chanted prayers, and prayed for the protection and blessings of the gods. Then they offered a large number of extraordinary materials as sacrifices to the great sun!
Finally, the Sun Saint of the Theocracy of Tyrael, "Son of the Sun God", appeared.

He is like the rising sun, warm and brilliant, illuminating every inch of land and people's hearts in the Theocracy of Tyrael.

In the eyes of the Theocracy of Tyrael and believers of the Church of the Sun around the world, this saint not only possesses extraordinary wisdom and power, but also has sacred blood that comes from the true God!
The "Son of the Sun God" was wearing a robe woven from golden sunlight, which was shining with star-like light. When he appeared in front of everyone, it seemed as if there was an extra bright light emanating from him, illuminating the entire world and being able to dispel all darkness and coldness.

The Sun Saint has a gentle and solemn face, and his eyes reveal endless wisdom.

"You Tyrael, born in the light of the sun, are born nobler than others."

His voice is gentle and firm, as if it can directly touch the depths of people's hearts, solve confusion and heal pain.

"We were born from pure waters under the light of the Great Sun, and the people of shadows fear us as shadows fear the sun!"

"I know that the rumors about the gods' departure in recent years have caused you to feel uneasy and fearful. But just as the scorching sun rises in the east and sets in the west every day, it never stops. The great gods will never abandon mortals!"

His words are like the sound of nature. Both the princes and nobles of Tyrael and the common people are full of admiration and trust for him, and regard him as a guiding light and the source of all hope in the world.

For thousands of years, the deeds of the Sun Saint "Son of the Sun God" have been widely praised in Tyrael. He not only imparted knowledge and skills to people, but also taught them how to become qualified sun believers and face all challenges with kindness and courage.

Therefore, the image of the "Son of the Sun God" was carved on many stone tablets in Tyrael and painted in murals, and has long become an eternal legend.

The thousand-year-long rule made the Theocracy of Tyrael a country completely dominated by the Orthodox Church, which was completely different from other countries on the continent.

The voice of a high-ranking priest was heard around the altar.

"Once every ten years, the great Sun Saint finally comes out again!"

"He will represent the great sun and use the power of the sun to punish Tyrael's enemies!"

People couldn't help but jump for joy, and everyone opened their eyes wide, wanting to witness the power of the sun!
Then the priest handed a piece of paper to the Sun Saint. He slowly reached out and touched it. There were hundreds of names densely written all over the paper.

The Son of the Sun God remained silent.

The next moment, the power of "Apocalypse" was activated.

The names on the paper, one after another, gradually started burning!

At the same time, people all over the world are affected by a force as powerful as the sun!

In the capital of the Loen Empire, Cano Fisher and Viscount Johnville were having lunch together. After ten years of getting along, the two had become very familiar friends. Viscount Johnville suddenly raised his left hand, on which was a dazzling, extremely precious gold ring that was enough to dazzle people.

He fixed his eyes on the beautiful golden ring and murmured to himself:
"This golden ring is a treasure I got from the Tyrael Theocracy three years ago. Although it is not a forbidden item, it is also a very valuable alchemical item. It would be a pity to let it sleep forever as a burial object."

Kano, who was sitting across from the table, smiled slightly. He had also stolen from Tyrael's tomb, so he had no right to reprimand the other party.

However, since the things he stole could revive the great Lord of the Lost, he could bear it even if it was morally tainted.

The sunlight shines through the stained glass windows and falls on the exquisite lunch table. Viscount Johnville of the Lorn Empire is dressed in gorgeous clothes. The patterns embroidered with gold thread flicker slightly in the sunlight, as if even time is particularly tolerant to him, allowing Viscount Johnville to enjoy this quiet afternoon at his leisure.

However, just as this tranquility was about to be blown away by the afternoon breeze, an incredible scene occurred.

Suddenly, a strange light appeared on Viscount Johnville's body, as if some unknown power was awakening in his body.

Then, wisps of smoke began to come out of his clothes. It was not the heat of flames, but more like a sign of some supernatural power being accidentally triggered.

"Damn it! What is this? Mr. Kano, help me!"

Viscount Johnville's face turned pale in an instant, his eyes filled with astonishment and confusion. He tried to stand up, but found that he seemed to be restrained by an invisible force and could not move.

Then the light smoke quickly gathered into fire, wrapping him up at an incredible speed. The intense pain brought by the flames made him roll around in pain all over his body.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!"

His wails penetrated every corner of the manor, but in his desperate cries, there seemed to be a hint of unwillingness and struggle, as if deep in his heart he was still seeking some kind of relief.

"Johnville!"

Kano, who was sitting across from the table, screamed in surprise, then activated his fifth-level extraordinary power, and his right eye gradually turned into a very special gray-white color.

"Eye of Destiny"

That is both the name of the fifth step of the Path to Revelation and the only extraordinary power of that step.

Its image in the spiritual world is a chaotic gray eye, and the extraordinary person who steps onto this step will gain a half-and-half improvement in physical fitness and spiritual strength.

"how is this possible?"

Kano took a deep breath. Through the ability of "Eye of Destiny", he could see more clearly the several possible futures that Johnville could choose from, as well as the specific possibilities of each future.

As long as you find a possibility to save him and then choose the one with the highest probability, you can help Viscount Johnville change his fate of death!
However, through the "Eye of Destiny", Kano was shocked to find that no matter how he helped Viscount Johnville, the possibility of his death was 100%!
"Besides, if I dare to touch that flame, I will surely die!"

Viscount Johnville was still wailing and screaming in the sun-like flames. The servants of the manor rushed over after hearing the noise, but they could only watch the scene helplessly. They were unable to get close, let alone help.

Kano frowned and took a deep breath. He had a vague feeling that he was also being targeted by some powerful force.

Finally, when the flames gradually died down, leaving only a charred scene and silence, the only thing left on the ground was the golden ring that was stolen from the Theocracy of Tyrael three years ago.

(End of this chapter)