Free Web NovelChapter 1084: Chapter 1054: Ling Yuwei’s Decision
In Jialan City, on the square in front of the Light Church, by the time the sun was three poles high, the place was already packed to the brim.
Amid the dense crowd, there was still a two-person-wide passage left empty, leading straight from Jialan City into Qiling Square within the Church.
On both sides of the road stood the Church Guards, fully armed and on high alert.
The sudden halt of the Divine Son election yesterday did nothing to dampen people’s attention and enthusiasm for it.
After a night’s buffer, everyone had basically recovered from the shock brought on by yesterday’s election.
Perhaps it was precisely because of such a brutal competition that people were more willing to acknowledge the strength of the Divine Son who would finally be chosen.
As the number one power on the Nine Nether Continent, utterly unshakable, the Light Church’s successor naturally could not be someone an ordinary genius was fit to be.
And since they wanted to sift out an "outstanding" successor (Divine Son/Saintess), only under such a threat of death could they force out the most powerful instincts of the human body.
Even though the price had already far exceeded everyone’s expectations.
But how did that saying go again.
If it doesn’t concern you, hang it high.
For those watching just for the spectacle, those dead geniuses were indeed a pity.
But after all, they weren’t their own children, there was no emotional foundation at all. ƒгeewebnovёl.com
So apart from some regret, most people were instead filled with expectation for the next stage of the election.
Only the families of those fallen geniuses were truly tasting the immense pain and torment within.
Yet the deaths of a mere hundred or so people simply could not stir up too great a wave on a continent with tens of billions of inhabitants.
Early this morning people had already rushed here, wanting to be the first to get the results of the first round of the Divine Son election.
They also wanted to know for sure how many had actually made it back alive yesterday.
Under the countless craning necks and waiting eyes, they finally welcomed the first elegant young man, striding with his head high down the road toward Qiling Square of the Church.
His appearance instantly provoked a chorus of exclamations around him:
"The Eldest Prince of the Ao Sheng Empire, Charles."
"He’s actually still alive!!"
"Are my eyes playing tricks on me? Didn’t he yesterday..."
Charles’s appearance was indeed beyond everyone’s expectations.
After all, in yesterday’s Magic Mirror Image, they had all personally watched Charles collapse to the ground at the very end.
To lose consciousness in that kind of Illusion Realm—before Charles appeared today, no one would have believed he could survive under those circumstances.
It was exactly because of that.
That Charles’s appearance would cause such a huge stir.
But there were still some observant people who noticed something:
"His steps are light and floaty, his face is pale."
"Looks like this Eldest Prince isn’t in very good shape!"
Once that was said, and everyone observed him more carefully, it really was the case.
Although Charles was trying his hardest to act normal, sometimes the body’s instincts simply couldn’t be covered up by deliberate pretense.
Clearly, even after a night of rest, Charles still hadn’t recovered to his best condition.
But while people were shocked by Charles’s arrival, they soon felt relieved as well.
After all, not long after Charles fainted, the Magic Mirror Image had been closed.
It was entirely possible that the first round of the trial had ended at that moment.
Only, even as they relaxed, everyone couldn’t help worrying about Charles in the trials to come.
No one knew how far he could go in the Divine Son competition in such a state.
All they could do was wait and see...
Amid a buzz of discussion, Charles’s arrival was like the starting gun for a new stage of the Divine Son contest.
Jun Moqian of the Purple Moon Empire;
Princess Orana of the Orlando Kingdom;
And even, unexpectedly, the Crown Prince of the Jialan Empire, Gongsun Zhi;
Sikong Tingzhi, representative of the Mage Guild;
Regill, representative of the Artifact Refiner Guild;
And people like Wen Xu, Romman, Murphy, Denise, all made their appearances in turn.
It was just that compared to yesterday’s grand spectacle, their appearance today felt much more subdued.
In the space of a single day, the number of contenders had dropped from more than two hundred to the current fifty or sixty.
As for those who had yet to appear, everyone actually understood very well in their hearts.
The vast majority of them had already stayed forever in that crisis-ridden forest.
A small number who hadn’t come, aside from those who might be late, only had one other explanation: they had chosen to give up on competing further for the position of Divine Son.
The crowd’s enthusiasm for the Divine Son election only rose to a peak when they saw Lin Yi appear.
The tens of thousands in the square all seemed to have rehearsed in advance, shouting in unison:
"Jialan King!"
"Jialan King! Jialan King!"
"Jialan King!"
The scene was so overwhelming that even Lin Yi couldn’t help but be moved.
What Lin Yi didn’t know was this.
Almost everything he had done yesterday had been seen clearly by everyone.
Granted, Lin Yi’s overwhelming strength went without saying.
But it was his act of "saving people" that was the fundamental reason he was being so highly revered.
And in that battle yesterday, the prestige of Lin Yi, the Jialan King, had been raised to a height Lin Yi himself could hardly imagine.
Even Sikong Tingzhi, lauded as the number one genius of the younger generation, had never enjoyed such treatment.
Standing at the edge of the crowd, Ling Yuwei looked at Lin Yi’s receding back, and a trace of sorrow suddenly appeared on her face.
The deafening cries all around, when they reached Ling Yuwei’s ears at this moment, sounded instead like wails; a layer of moisture had already gathered over the beautiful eyes behind her gauze veil.
Ling Yuwei suddenly clutched her chest, her face full of pain as she said: free𝑤ebnovel.com
"Why do I feel like he’s getting farther and farther away from me."
"Why is it like this."
Ling Yudao beside her couldn’t help being stunned:
"What?"
When Ling Yudao turned and saw Ling Yuwei’s condition, he was shocked:
"Wei’Er, what’s wrong? Are you feeling unwell somewhere?"
Ling Yuwei didn’t explain anything to Ling Yudao. While he was caught off guard, she suddenly rushed after Lin Yi.
Ling Yudao was so startled his face changed drastically:
"Wei’Er, don’t."
He wanted to go up and grab Ling Yuwei,
But right then Ling Yudao was horrified to discover that he couldn’t move at all, even lifting a hand had become a luxury.
With a face full of terror, he glared toward the Church, his heart burning with rage as he shouted:
"Let me go."
Yet what answered Ling Yudao next was this:
The dignified Pavilion Master of Linlang Pavilion suddenly dropped to one knee in front of everyone’s eyes:
"Boom~"
The bluestone-paved ground directly shattered into spiderweb-like cracks.
Those nearby all recoiled in fright, afraid of being caught in the aftermath.
Thinking of what Lin Yi had said to him before, Ling Yudao suddenly cried out in grief and anger:
"Wei’Er!"
At this point Ling Yudao’s eyes were already bloodshot as he roared in anguish:
"No!!!"
Strangely though, no matter how loudly Ling Yudao shouted behind her, Ling Yuwei seemed not to hear him at all, and without looking back she caught up to Lin Yi, who was just about to step into the Church.
"Young Master Lin Yi."
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