Chapter 340: Chapter 73: Xuan Yue comes out of isolation - Part 2
Zhuo Yun gently stroked the ashes of the begging spirit and murmured: "Spirit, we can still be together forever! You remain innocent and kind-hearted in my heart." Even Yan Shi didn’t know how to comfort Zhuo Yun, so he could only say: "Let’s get on the road. There are so many elf brothers waiting for us to save them."
The party of four, with heavy hearts filled with grief, set off towards their next target city.
Four months later, in the Holy Church.
The Pope stood in the Temple of Light, watching his granddaughter floating in the air. A year had passed, and three days ago, the Pope was surprised to find that the angel light around Xuan Yue was finally beginning to fade. He clearly understood that the year-long divine baptism was about to end. His granddaughter had completely transformed, and after this year-long baptism, her future achievements would definitely surpass his own.
For three days, ever since discovering that the baptism was nearing its end, the Pope had not left the Temple of Light.
Xuan Yue, suspended in the air, was wrapped in a holy white light. The angel within her body slowly faded, causing the angelic light to dim considerably. Xuan Yue’s radiant body was shining with golden light, filled with a sacred aura, slowly descending. The Pope knew that the baptism was about to end. He began to recite the Prayer Charm loudly. The resonating chant coupled with Xuan Yue’s holy descent, filled the entire Temple of Light with a strong golden light. Especially the golden hexagram on the ground, the overwhelming sacred aura held Xuan Yue’s delicate body, controlling her descent.
Although Xuan Yue’s body was separated from the angel in the sky, she still retained six Wings of Light behind her, which were almost transparent. As they lightly fluttered, she finally landed in the center of the golden hexagram on the ground. Amidst the Pope’s repeated Prayer Charms, the golden light on Xuan Yue gradually converged. With her hands clasped together on her chest, a slight smile appeared on her calm and pretty face.
Even the Pope, a wise man who had experienced countless trials and tribulations, was left completely stunned by the beauty of Xuan Yue. Her light smile was as alluring as a goddess from the underworld, deeply touching the Pope’s soul. After a year of divine baptism, Xuan Yue not only radiated a strong sacred aura, but her body had also matured greatly. She was nearly 1.7 metres tall. Her blue hair flowed like a waterfall behind her, spanning all the way to the ground, making her look profoundly beautiful.
The Pope took a deep breath, calming his emotions. He took the prepared Goddess Clothing placed beside him, and stepped towards Xuan Yue, draping the white cloak over her, covering her exquisite body. The Pope extended his index finger, lightly pressing it on Xuan Yue’s forehead, chanting: "The power of the sacred has cleansed your soul, the power of purity is filling your body, awaken, child of God." A golden light glowed from the tip of the Pope’s finger. As the light shone brightly, Xuan Yue’s body shook slightly, and she slowly opened her eyes.
Xuan Yue’s blue eyes were even clearer than before, without any impurities. Her gaze seemed so gentle, with a hint of golden light shimmering deep within her blue eyes. It was like nothing had happened; she was still the young girl, Xuan Yue.
The divine baptism year felt like just a moment to Xuan Yue. But, it was this moment that made her feel like she had grown up. Everything around her had changed, she could no longer be playful like before, and became so calm. When she saw the Pope in front of her, she calmly asked, "Grandfather, what happened to me?"
The Pope affectionately stroked Xuan Yue’s blue hair and smiled, "Child, you have grown up. You have really made me proud, not disappointing me at all. It seems that my initial choice was correct. The divine baptism has completely unleashed the potential within you. After a year of divine baptism, your body has completely changed."
"A year?" Xuan Yue was slightly surprised and gently nodded, "It’s been a year."
The Pope said, "Alright, we should leave now. How many times your dad has asked for you, I don’t know. Starting tomorrow, you will be learning the purest Holy Magic of the Church with me."
Xuan Yue gently nodded. Led by the Pope’s spell, the two returned to the Prayer Temple. The hall was empty. When Xuan Yue saw the towering Angel Statue in the Prayer Temple again, she gained an insight, "Grandfather, look, this statue seems alive, doesn’t it?"
The Pope startled, and joy filled his heart. Seeing something coming from the Angel Statue in the Prayer Temple proved that Yue Yue had completely changed from before. He also had the same feeling, only after going through the baptism and practicing for twenty years. "Summon Red Robe Priest Xuan Ye, White Robe Priest Na Sha here." His voice echoed far away.
"Yes, His Holiness," a deep voice resounded outside the Prayer Temple.
Xuan Yue remained intently looking at the Angel Statue behind the Pope, as if she didn’t hear the Pope’s words. Her heart was filled with calmness, at this moment, no one could disturb her peace of mind. It seemed like the towering Angel Statue in front of her was smiling at her, its presence brought her warmth like a father and care like a mother.
