Chapter 1515: Chapter 167: The Wedding Begins_3
Mang Siu retrieved the scroll and said calmly, "Silence." Although his voice was not loud, the immense energy filled with spiritual waves still shocked the hearts of everyone present. The clergy here were all high-ranking officials of the Holy Church, and at Mang Siu’s command, the conversations ceased immediately. The guests, too, were intimidated by the Church’s authority and fell silent.
After surveying the room, Mang Siu announced aloud, "I declare the wedding officially begins. Please welcome the Pope."
"Woo—" The horn produced a mighty sound wave, and all the clergy respectfully bowed their heads, while the guests widened their eyes. To see the Pope of the Holy Church was undoubtedly the most exciting event for the followers of the Sky God.
The doors of the Temple of Light opened wide, and six White Robe Priests filed out one after another, with Xuan Ye among them. Nasha did not appear because she was to serve as the elder sending off the bride. The six White Robe Priests were all enveloped in a layer of sacred white light. Walking slowly to the Light Altar, they stood on both sides.
With a flash of brilliance in his eyes, Xuan Ye slowly lifted his hands, and the other White Robe Priests followed suit. A low chanting sound arose, and white beams of light appeared in the hands of the six White Robe Priests. Altogether, twelve beams of white energy formed a stairway of energy between the Light Altar and the ground, entirely composed of light elements. The guests, positioned to the sides of the Light Altar, could clearly see this splendid and sacred scene.
Larthas whispered, "So powerful, any one of these White Robe Priests is stronger than an ordinary elder from our Mage Guild. They are at least of Light Magus level cultivation, especially the one at the front. His level likely does not fall below that of Mang Siu on the stage."
Xi Wen nodded and said, "The person you’re referring to is the bride’s father, former Red Robe Priest Xuan Ye. It seems he was demoted to White Robe Priest due to ineffective command during the Church’s last confrontation with the Dark Forces. His magical power is exceedingly profound, and he once faced off against my teacher. Although he lost, he demonstrated formidable magical prowess and should not be underestimated."
As Xi Wen and Larthas spoke, an unprecedented sensation appeared in the hearts of everyone in front of the Temple of Light. It was a vast energy filled with calm, peaceful, and sacred aura, and in that instant, the entire square fell silent. A look of astonishment appeared in Larthas’ eyes, as he clearly felt the magical fluctuations, the fluctuations of sacred Light Magic. He had never imagined that a person’s magical cultivation could reach such a degree that, compared to this person, his level as a Magus seemed nothing short of a pipe dream. That massive and surging sacred aura suppressed him to the point of having no thought of resistance. Could this be the power of the Holy Church’s Emperor?
All the guests, including Xi Wen, who had already successfully broken through the ninth level of the Birth-Life Decision, involuntarily bowed their heads, submitting to that vast energy. A golden figure slowly appeared at the entrance of the Temple of Light, gradually changing from a blur to clarity. The majestic figure was shrouded in a halo of seven colors, with a Golden Sacrificial Gown revealing his noble identity. His expressionless face appeared so sacred, with long white hair draping down his back and a Golden Crown on his head shining brilliantly under the sunlight. Enveloped in the Golden Sacrificial Gown, it was impossible to see his feet moving, as if he was slowly floating out of the temple.
The Pope walked up to the six White Robe Priests, gently lifting his sacrificial robe with both hands, and slowly stepped onto the stairway composed of white light energy. The six White Robe Priests showed no signs of strain, gazing devoutly at the Pope’s tall and holy figure.
Red Robe Priest Mang Siu approached the entrance of the energy stairway, and when the Pope finally stepped onto the Light Altar, all the clergy shouted with one voice. That heart-felt loud cry resonated in the heart of every person.
After saluting the Pope, Mang Siu led him to the front of the altar. The Pope looked around at the crowd quietly, slowly raising his hands, and the cheering instantly ceased. The clergy’s devotion had turned into fanaticism, as in their hearts, the Pope’s status was no less than that of the Sky God.
The Pope looked in the direction of the guests and nodded slightly at Xi Wen. Although the highest status among the guests was Quan Yi, the one who most interested the Pope was the direct disciple of the Sword Saint of the Tian Gang, the second-generation leader of the Tian Gang Sword Sect, Xi Wen. Although Quan Yi’s formal status was much higher compared to Xi Wen’s, in terms of strength, he was far behind. Not to mention the relations between the Tian Gang Sword Sect and the Empire of Washington, the Tian Gang Sword Sect itself was overflowing with skilled individuals. As the Savior, Ah Dai was also the direct disciple of the Tian Gang Sword Sect. If the Church wished to achieve final victory against the Dark Forces, their relationship with the Tian Gang Sword Sect played a crucial role. Considering all these reasons, the Pope made his goodwill gesture towards Xi Wen as soon as he appeared, showing the Church’s determination to ally with the Tian Gang Sword Sect.
Xi Wen, seeing the look sent by the Pope, couldn’t help but feel flattered. After all, the Church was among the top figures of the current world, possessing power comparable to his teacher, the Sword Saint of the Tian Gang, and wielded formidable influence across the continent. For them to treat someone like himself, who previously did not get along with the Church, in such a manner was exceptionally rare, demonstrating the Church’s emphasis on the Dark Forces. Xi Wen slightly bowed in return to the Pope, likewise offering a faint smile.
