Beating Instances through Words Left by the Dead

Chapter 185: Chapter 150: Isn’t This Also a Form of NTR?

The Fire Master stood at the boundary of the control area of the Soul Light Cathedral, feeling the praise around him raging like mountains and seas, his whole body feeling ecstatic.

If the Midnight Cemetery Plane succeeds, and he secures the position of the Saint Heir of the Peaceful Sect, he will not only be worshipped by millions in this plane but also across countless planes of the Desolate Realm, revered by all followers of the Peaceful Sect.

This is faith, this is control.

If it weren’t for the need to maintain the Pope’s dignity due to the many followers around, he would have already hummed in pleasure.

All this was thanks to Luz and others.

It was they who came to him voluntarily, revealing everything Mickael I had done back then, that made Fire Master realize that despair and suffering are the source of faith.

Upon learning that he wanted to trigger a great miracle, Luz and the others, in order to gain the support of the Soul Light Sect, personally designed today’s script for him.

The guidance from Luz and others was like lifting the fog for Fire Master; no wonder he had been managing this plane for so long, painstakingly fabricating miracles each year, nearly leading the Soul Light Sect to unify Serenna’s faith realm, yet still unable to trigger a great miracle.

From the beginning, his efforts were in the wrong direction.

As the Wish Power continuously gathered at the Soul Light Cathedral, he could feel the Tree of Miracles cheering and rejoicing.

Originally just a lump of dead matter, the life force hidden within it was finally about to be awakened by the miracle.

He remembered when he extracted the Saint Heir candidate’s trial, and the words spoken by the Archbishop when handing over the remains of the Tree of Miracles to him.

The Miracle Walker will never truly die; as long as it can absorb enough energy and Wish Power, even if only a piece of flesh remains, they will come back to life and become a complete life form again.

They are witnesses of the Abyss and one of the oldest races, leaving their traces across four layers of the Abyss.

They will actively seek out a feeder and transform into the most true desire in the feeder’s heart according to the feeder’s wish.

If he could cultivate a living Miracle Walker and offer it to the great True God Leman, even the positions of High Priest or even the Pope could potentially be his.

The only problem now is that no matter how he stirs up the emotions of the followers, there is still a slight miss to the advent of a true miracle.

If only there was an Age Fire Lamp, relying on it to pretend to be a miracle could easily fill the remaining gap in Wish Power.

Thinking of this, he nearly went mad with hate for Lei Hu, locked up underground.

But even though he was gnashing his teeth inside, he still had to smile and chant the prayer scriptures aloud.

”May the Soul Fire, like the dawn’s light, dispel all disasters, shelter me from danger, and grant me salvation from evils.”

The followers recited the prayer together with Fire Master.

Like the previous prayer, after this one was finished, the Wish Power slightly increased but was still a little lacking.

Just as Fire Master was about to recite the next verse, he suddenly saw the Soul Light Cathedral behind him light up with a flickering white glow.

In a trance, he saw cloud-like soul bodies slowly flying in all directions.

Wherever the pale soul bodies passed, they imparted a strong sense of peace to the followers, diminishing fear and terror.

When the Living Corpses encountered the soul bodies, they retreated unconsciously as if meeting their nemesis.

”A miracle!”

”It’s a miracle!”

”I seem to see my great-grandmother; she’s blessing me!”

The sudden eruption of anomalies from the Soul Light Cathedral made the followers think it was the prelude to the advent of a miracle. Led by someone praying loudly, people began chanting, without Fire Master’s guidance, the scriptures about returning to the Celestial Kingdom.

With the followers full of energy and enthusiasm, Fire Master, the Pope, was instead puzzled.

What’s happening?

Where did that white light come from? Was this part of the plan? Why don’t I know?

As the soul bodies kept pouring out, Fire Master understood.

Oh, the dispersing soul bodies represent the failure of the special bricks made from Living Corpses, nothing to worry about.

Nothing to worry about my foot!