As always the church stood infallible, its pillars firm and sturdy, its candles lit as usual and providing a glow that filled one's heart with hope and faith.
Well, this was how a mortal would feel when in a church, but to the few cultivators in the church at the moment, none felt the least bit faithful or melancholic to any god.
They all had their mind on either trying to be a god themselves or being so strong that they could likened to one.
Unlike before when the church had been segregated into two sections, one meant to harbor latecomers and the other for those who arrived on time, this time there was no separation.
Though the church was far less populated than before, housing about 10 people, these people could sit at any position of the church provided they had not been attended to lest they be kicked out whether or not they wanted to stay.
As usual, the church was silent, its temporary residents in their own world till their name was called, and then out of nowhere there was a bright light on the ceiling of the church, the light falling like a beam from the ceiling to the floor, and when it faded off, it revealed a delicate woman.
With her ears standing up, her chest puffed up and her eyes narrowed, the woman looked at everyone in the church, not afraid to stare them in the eye and then she moved to a preferred position at the back and sat down.
Knowing that she didn't have to make a report as her appearance had already been noted, she made herself comfortable and waited for her name to be called while also looking to the ceiling expectantly.
As minutes passed the woman looked to the alter where a familiar old man sat, beside him his familiar assistant, the both of them currently attending to a cultivator.
What they were saying didn't interest the woman, and even if it did, she wouldn't be able to listen to it due to the fact that no sound could be heard from the alter.
Staring at the altar brought back familiar memories to the woman, a smile on her face as she got engrossed in her thoughts and then suddenly she left her blissful thought of an arrogant man and stared at the ceiling as a bright light suddenly appeared there.
"He made it," the woman thought, watching as the light descended from the ceiling and touched the ground, yet before the light could fade away, Aimy found her body instinctively kicking to its feet and fleeing towards the door of the church, her sense begun suffused in feelings of danger, seconds before a cry of pain came reverberating thought out the whole church.
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With his old and feeble body, Roushi was doing one of his usuals, this time receiving cultivators whom he had sent on a mission and giving them their rewards.
Currently, Roushi was in a good mood as the cultivator before him had done quite well but then all of a sudden a bright light appeared on the ceiling of the church.
Roushi had seen tons of similar light, but while the other had only ever been registered in his mind, this one had him looking to the ceiling, his assistant Rias fully getting into a fighting stance with her eyes narrowing in caution, and then when the light fell to the ground, the other cultivators reacted.
Without the least bit of self-image or pride, everyone shot off their seat and began running for either the door or seeking to move as far away from the light as possible, the cultivator who had been in front of Roushi not being an exception as he also took to his heels and fled.
"What is he up to" Roushi wondered as the light hit the floor, a powerful growl from the just arrived cultivator soon accompanying his thought and having him narrow his eyes.
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There was so much mystery and fear about the just-arrived person, and when the light finally faded away, everyone's eyes were surprisingly greeted by the figure of a very normal young man.
He wore clothes just like everyone, had a head and four limbs, had the most common hair color, wasn't the least bit ugly, and had all his organs in the right places.
Other than the bleeding slash on the man's right side which was a normal injury among cultivators, the man was normal, but in the end, it was the more than common injury on his right side that made him very not normal.
To everyone's senses, it felt like a powerful beast was hidden within that normal slash, and while many likened it to an almighty beast, the more knowledgeable took it as a powerful presence that could destroy them if just a bit of its power were to touch them.
Everyone was engrossed in the cut along the man's body, comfortably ignoring his more than hellish growl till the screaming man finally took action and began ripping apart the right side of his body.
Like a trigger, the man's action had everyone quickly remembering that he was in pain and that the slash must have come as an attack from an opponent.
"Just who did he meet" everyone wondered in fear, looking to the ceiling in greater fear while crowding around the door which they couldn't open.
Among the crowd, Aimy looked to what could only be Seth's form, watching as he ripped his own flesh apart, wondering what could have happened to him between the last time she had seen him and now.
"Did Irene do something" wondered her mind unable to even put thought into the idea given how weak her sister was emotionally and physically when compared to Seth.
Questions flooded Aimy's mind as she wondered what to do, her eyes going to the altar where the old man had a frown on his face looking at Seth with interest.
Watching the Vigilance in the eyes of the Roushi's assistant, Aimy could only grip her fists tight as she wondered what to do.
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