Chapter 1359: Chapter 134 Prophet’s Demise_2
When Ah Dai approached the grand entrance of the Temple, a tremendous pressure suddenly appeared just like the last time he entered, and a puff of blue smoke rose from the top of the gate with a creaking sound. This scene inevitably reminded Ah Dai of the unease he felt during his first visit. Now, he was no longer the person he was back then. A faint white light gleamed, and his surging fighting spirit easily resisted the pressure from the Temple, also isolating the overwhelming evil power of the Sword of Hades. Ah Dai glanced at the four Tilu fighters on both sides and entered the Temple with Xuan Yue.
Entering the Temple, there was a narrow corridor. Along both sides of the corridor, there was a torch every ten meters. The light of the torches was not very bright, making the corridor quite dim. Everything was the same as their first visit; there had been no changes. The peculiar energy contained within the Temple was still there, giving Ah Dai a sensation of intimacy. After taking a few turns, the corridor suddenly widened. They walked about a few dozen meters further, and suddenly the surroundings became exceptionally open. In the several hundred square meters of the Temple hall, there were only a few torches, making the light even dimmer. But this did not affect Ah Dai and Xuan Yue’s vision. They clearly saw the hundreds of Tilu fighters standing quietly like statues with their eyes closed around the hall. Ah Dai and Xuan Yue knew these Tilu fighters were in a deep slumber. On the high platform in the center, there were four awake Tilu fighters with red pupils guarding around. There was a large bed on the platform, but due to the dim light, they could not see clearly who was on it. They could only faintly distinguish that it was a person, whose breathing was steady yet extremely faint. Ah Dai’s emotions surged; he knew that person was Pu Lin, the prophet most revered among the Pu Yan tribe.
Ah Dai quickly stepped forward, pulling Xuan Yue as they leaped toward the platform. Just as they were about to reach the platform, the guards at the four corners came to life. Four ethereal blue lights intertwined like lightning, forming four deadly beams of light, blocking all the paths ahead for both Ah Dai and Xuan Yue. Taken aback, Ah Dai realized he had been too anxious, failing to use the spell to disable the defense before abruptly climbing onto the platform, naturally provoking an attack. This was his first time facing an attack from the Tilu fighters. The fighting prowess of the four Tilu fighters greatly exceeded his expectations. The fierce fighting spirit burst forth from the sharp edges of their Battle Axes without hesitation. At such close distance, with such powerful attacks, even a Magician of Xuan Yue’s caliber couldn’t cope—all depended on Ah Dai now. Ah Dai remained calm in the face of danger, hugging Xuan Yue in one arm and swiftly waving the other hand to create a solid blue Energy Shield in the air. With repeated ’puff puff’ sounds, the Battle Axes struck the Energy Shield almost simultaneously. The heart-wrenching fighting spirit was so intense that even Ah Dai, with all his power, shook violently. The Energy Shield in his hand nearly shattered, and the immense impact sent him and Xuan Yue flying for over ten meters before they landed on the ground. The ’crackling’ sound arose, and to Ah Dai’s surprise, those Tilu fighters who were in a sleeping state had all opened their eyes, pairs of red pupils clear in the darkness. All the fighters raised their Battle Axes, ready to attack at any moment.
Without needing Ah Dai’s command, Xuan Yue began to chant the spell to cancel the attack, "Spirits drifting in the earth! I pray for your eternal life. Please allow me to communicate with your noble souls. Heed my command, open your hearts, dispel all evil intentions of attack, and return to your slumber." The spell’s rising and falling tones echoed in the Temple. The Tilu fighters, who were preparing to attack, gradually calmed down, returned to their original positions, and even the four guards on the platform closed their eyes and, under the influence of the spell, drifted back into sleep.
Ah Dai smiled slightly, finally relieved. He helplessly said to Xuan Yue, "If these hundreds of Tilu fighters had attacked us together, probably even if we combined our strengths, we wouldn’t have been able to handle it. These great fighters who sacrificed their souls for their people are indeed powerful!"
Just as Xuan Yue was about to reply, a low, old, and somewhat weak voice arose, "Thank you for your praise of the Tilu fighters; they truly deserve such admiration. You have finally arrived; it seems my calculations were correct. Before my death, I can finally meet you one last time." This voice was so familiar, and both Ah Dai and Xuan Yue trembled, because, it was indeed the voice of Prophet Pu Lin!
"Prophet—" Both of them called out in unison.
"Come here, children. I can no longer welcome you personally, let me see, what you have become after all these years." The voice weakened a bit more, Ah Dai and Xuan Yue exchanged glances, and once again, they floated up and landed on the high platform of the Temple. It was only when they ascended the platform that they could truly see Prophet Pu Lin’s appearance. He lay on a broad bed, covered by a grey cotton quilt, his aged face just as old as before, with white hair losing all its luster, his clear eyes now a murky yellow, and his shriveled appearance even more haggard than before. The only thing unchanged was the kind smile on his face.
