coobybook Chapter 1162 Divine Power Decline
Chapter 1162 Divine Power Decline
"Rumble, rumble..."
With a deafening roar, the ceiling of the underground palace shattered and collapsed like a fragile eggshell! Countless boulders, carrying immense force, poured down, creating a devastating rain of rocks!
Adam and Carl were both plummeting rapidly through the collapsing torrent of rocks, surrounded by billowing dust and rubble that blotted out the sky!
"I really underestimated these people from the Temple of the High Priests..." Karl smiled bitterly amidst the swirling winds of the fall, his voice drowned out by the deafening roar.
Adam suddenly looked up, his sharp gaze piercing through the swirling dust!
The Earth Spirit Priest hovered above their heads, surrounded by swirling yellow sand, his figure appearing and disappearing in the chaos. His cold eyes indifferently surveyed the struggling creatures below, like a god judging ants.
"Divine Art - Earth Explosion Burial!"
The earth spirit priest formed ancient and majestic hand seals and cast a divine spell once more.
hum!
An invisible, vast, star-like divine power surged forth!
The massive, boulders of varying sizes that were falling wildly seemed to have received a supreme summons, changing their trajectories one by one.
Like iron filings attracted by a magnet, they surged and relentlessly converged, squeezed, and clung together towards Adam and Carl as they fell!
"Bang!" Adam punched a boulder that was coming right up to his face and smashed it into dust!
"drink--!!"
Immediately, he unleashed his soul power, attempting to break through the encirclement!
However, more pebbles, like a persistent leech, ignored his attacks and relentlessly clung to and enveloped him.
They interlocked and pressed against each other, as if they were alive, clinging tightly to his body, instantly covering his skin with a layer of rock shackles that kept thickening and reinforcing.
No matter how powerful he was, swept along by this endless torrent of rocks, he was like a flying insect trapped in amber, his struggles quickly becoming futile...
"Well......!!"
Adam's face was hideous.
His strong body was completely wrapped up by countless rocks, turning him into a stone dumpling, with only his face showing.
Karl was also completely covered in rubble.
“A futile struggle.” The Earth Spirit Priest said coldly, “I will send you to the mantle layer, a hundred kilometers below the surface, to be judged in an environment of extremely high radioactivity and extreme heat. Even your nanocells will be completely destroyed by the radiation, making it impossible to repair your body forever, and ultimately reducing you to nothingness.”
Countless pebbles adhered to it again, this time completely covering Adam's face bit by bit, turning him into a stone dumpling.
"This is the consequence of your demi-humans betraying the gods," the Earth Spirit Priest said coldly.
On the other side, Ye Ge struggled to maintain her balance amidst the raging torrent of rocks. Smoke and dust filled the air, obscuring her vision and causing her to completely lose track of Gao Shenxue and the others.
[Night Song: Xue'er, how are you?]
Night Song was so anxious that she had no choice but to contact them through the system communication.
[Gao Shenxue: We're fine, don't worry about us, just be careful!]
[Night Song: Okay.]
He looked down and saw a bottomless abyss of darkness below that swallowed all light, as if it led straight to hell.
Night Song: "Hiss..."
"Could it really have been buried all the way to the mantle layer like this...?"
"This is such a hassle..."
......
Kyoto, Priest's Palace.
In the main hall.
The Golden Spirit Priest knelt deeply before a row of towering statues with the utmost devotion.
The nine statues, cast from an unknown divine metal, are of different forms, some majestic, some compassionate, and some indifferent, all exuding an ancient, solemn, and inviolable divine power.
A massive, holy beam of light poured down from the skylight high in the dome, enveloping the entire group of statues. Tiny golden dust particles floated slowly within the beam. This sacred radiance shone on the bowed back of the Golden Spirit Priest, elongating his devout figure and casting it onto the cold, smooth obsidian floor, creating a scene imbued with a strong sense of religious ritual.
The Golden Spirit Priest slowly straightened up, his eyes still closed, his hands clasped devoutly together in front of his chest, his lips moving silently, as if he were performing the deepest prayer of his soul, trying to communicate with the unreachable Supreme God.
However, in his spiritual vision, the divine voice, which should have been clear, full of wisdom and power, became increasingly blurry, noisy, and difficult to discern. Countless chaotic noises surged in like a tide, drowning out the divine whispers.
Originally, listening to the voice of the gods was like listening to the flow of a clear spring; it could be clearly perceived with just a wisp of divine thought.
But now, it's like trying to catch a faint signal in a stormy sea; it takes a tremendous amount of mental effort to barely grasp a sliver of a response.
The Golden Spirit Priest slowly opened his eyes, and his expression became somewhat serious and solemn deep within his profound gaze.
This is not the first time such a situation has occurred.
For months, since the start of the Summit of All Races, this "blockage" in communication with the divine realm has been like a quietly spreading shadow, growing ever deeper.
At first, it was just a slight, barely perceptible noise in the mental space.
The Golden Spirit Priest didn't pay much attention to it, attributing it only to the occasional brief interference caused by fluctuations in the Divine Realm Wall.
However, things took a far greater turn than expected.
In recent days, in particular, listening to the voice of God has become exceptionally difficult. Even when I manage to establish a connection after exhausting all my mental energy, my spiritual world is filled with distorted, noisy, and incomprehensible echoes, making it impossible to capture any valuable divine revelation...
Even more serious is...
The Golden Spirit Priest slowly raised his hand and stared at his palm.
He could clearly feel that the pure and vast divine power that flowed within his soul, bestowed by the Supreme God, was slowly but irreversibly weakening, like the receding tide.
What the hell does this happen?
Could something have happened in the realm of gods?
at this time.
"Lord Golden Spirit Priest..." A deep voice, tinged with fear, broke the silence of the main hall.
A high-ranking priest of the Western dragon race, dressed in a dark green robe adorned with dragon scale patterns—the Green Dragon Priest—carefully entered the hall.
He was already the highest-ranking tenth-level divine mage in the Western Dragon Clan, yet he appeared uneasy and flustered in front of the Golden Spirit Priest.
"Green Dragon Priest." The Golden Spirit Priest slowly turned around, his gaze calm and unwavering as it fell upon him, a calmness that seemed to contain a power that could see into one's very soul. "What is it?"
"This..." Under the all-seeing gaze of the Golden Spirit Priest, the Green Dragon Priest lowered his head even further, his voice filled with barely concealed guilt and fear, "M-My Lord... I... have committed an unforgivable sin... I beg your forgiveness..."