Chapter 538 - 33: Goddess!
Chapter 538: Chapter 33: Goddess!
Finally, it has come to this step!
Lynch raised the index finger of his right hand and gently drew a line in the air. With a ’crackle’ sound, a spatial crack quietly appeared in front of the goddess statue.
Within the crack, there lay a mass of spiritual energy.
The intense spiritual power had condensed into a substance-like liquid, clearly visible to the naked eye. If one used spiritual power to perceive it, it would feel like an endless ocean of vast spiritual waves—
Power of Faith!
This is the spiritual energy formed by tens of millions of believers.
Their continuous prayers and unwaveringly directed spirituality toward the goddess ultimately gathered here through the supreme rule’s will, forming the substantial spiritual energy before their eyes.
Such vast spiritual energy had reached an extremely terrifying level.
If released, this pure spirit would instantly cover every corner of the Lynch Witch Domain, forming a powerful domain—
Domain!
“Gulp!” Lynch involuntarily swallowed.
Third-tier Domain,
This is undoubtedly the greatest pursuit of every Second Tier Mystic Technique.
From the moment they enter Mystic Technique, all Mystical Wizards strive for this goal, and very few can break through the shackles and ascend to the domain by unlocking 13 layers of Mystical Circuits.
Too many Mystical Wizards, despite their lifelong efforts, could never even touch the threshold of the Domain before the end of their life.
And now, an opportunity to gain a Domain was right in front of Lynch, how could he not be excited?
Although this wasn’t his own Domain, the Messiah’s Artificial Soul had Lynch’s spiritual power ingrained in every structure since her creation.
His spiritual power had completely intertwined with Messiah’s. Although Messiah wasn’t considered his soul avatar, through this spiritual power, his control over Messiah was absolute.
Therefore, as long as Messiah successfully integrated with the Power of Faith and unfolded the Domain, it would be equivalent to him having a Domain at his disposal.
“Can it be achieved?”
“It must be!”
With firm faith, Lynch clenched his fist and guided the golden light cluster beside him upward, beginning to merge with the Power of Faith from the rift.
Lynch held his breath, his gaze intensely focused on the warm golden light cluster.
It was lifted by his invisible force, slowly and resolutely floating toward the rolling silver-blue ocean within the spatial crack—that was a tangible manifestation of the devout will of millions of believers, an enormous might capable of reshaping reality.
As the golden light cluster touched the edge of the liquid nebula-like Power of Faith, phenomenon suddenly occurred!
There was no earth-shattering explosion, but a grander, deeper hum resounded from the Void, as if the foundation of the Praying Temple was resonating.
The Faith Ocean didn’t calmly accept it; it boiled instantly!
The silver-blue liquid spiritual energy erupted like the surface of a lake struck by a giant stone, surging with towering waves. Countless bands of pure spirit, like violent silver serpents, wildly entwined, rushed against, and squeezed the relatively small golden light cluster, attempting to assimilate or tear it apart.
The spatial crack trembled violently, and the scattering spiritual pressure caused the surrounding solidified time-space to seemingly groan.
The golden light cluster appeared as small as a grain of gold sand cast into a Furnace within the vast Faith ocean.
It flickered intensely, with countless light points within it, bearing Messiah’s lifetime of emotions and memories, whirling madly, flashing, dimming—it seemed to be enduring an unimaginable impact and cleansing.
Kuma’s tears, the Warmth of the furnace, Death’s peace, the epiphany of “living”…
These mundane marks appeared so fragile yet so resilient under the wash of pure divine energy.
Lynch’s heart was in his throat.
He observed the light cluster’s brightness sometimes dim like a candle in the wind under the violent silver-blue assault, yet occasionally it erupted more brilliantly with golden glow, like an unyielding soul struggling and crying out in the raging waves.
This was the most crucial step—the soul structure of Messiah had to withstand the baptism of this faith torrent, transforming the human imprint within it into the cornerstone of divinity, instead of being completely washed away.
Gradually, changes began to manifest.
Within the violent silver-blue energy flows, a few gentle golden threads began to intertwine. Like tenacious vines, they meandered and rooted within the faith ocean.
Messiah’s light cluster was no longer just passively enduring; it began to actively “breathe,” drawing out a thread of essence from the tumultuous energy with every flash, incorporating it into itself. Gold and silver-blue ceased to be in stark opposition, instead commencing a slow, challenging, yet irreversible fusion.
The light cluster itself was also evolving.
It was no longer merely a vessel carrying memories; its core began to emit an indescribable, both warm and majestic aura.
That aura was diffusing, resonating increasingly strongly with the Power of Faith. The original violent silver-blue ocean gradually calmed its waves, the surging tides started to exhibit rhythmic movements, akin to the slow but powerful beating of a colossal heart.
A blurry, complex outline formed of pure spiritual energy—the embryonic form of the Domain—was faintly taking shape within the merging gold and silver brilliance!
At this point, the two had merged completely.
And at the moment of their integration, a sigh echoed within the great hall.
It was a gentle female voice, sounding young, yet paradoxically carrying an aged undertone, as if it had tasted the bitterness of the world, seen all facets of life, and experienced the wash of time.
Accompanied by the onset of this voice, the merged Power of Faith in front commenced twisting and metamorphosing.
The initially gray-white Power of Faith began to change its color, as if a bright lamp was being lit within, gradually turning radiant and shifting from its original gray-white to a vibrant gold.
Within the field of golden brilliance, a human-shaped silhouette gradually emerged.
It was a young girl, her features and form exactly mirroring the tall goddess statue within the great hall, yet she exuded an even stronger divine aura.
Just as this girl fully formed,
Suddenly,
A blaze of dazzling light burst forth from her body.
The blaze erupting from the newborn goddess’s form was not a blinding glare, but a gentle, vast, life-infused golden torrent. It erupted like the rising sun breaking free of the horizon, soaring with an unstoppable momentum!
The chains of Time Suspension were as fragile as a sheet of paper under this wave of pure divine light, instantly torn apart with an overwhelming force!
The solidified time-space resumed its motion.
The cool, real touch of the stone brick pressed against the old peasant woman’s forehead was regained; she instinctively raised her head, her clouded eyes instantly replaced by shock.
The merchant’s outstretched hand abruptly caught a few drops of recently fallen Holy Water with its lukewarm power, his previous urgency instantly replaced by disbelief and ecstatic joy. In the next moment, he saw the figure within the brilliance.
The Knights charging felt their longswords, infused with Fighting Spirit, suddenly grow heavy, and their thrust momentum made them stumble slightly, as the Fighting Spirit’s golden glow paled in comparison to the greater, purer golden brilliance. They stared in terror at the light source, movements halted midway.
Julia’s body shook violently, eyes widening in disbelief.
At this moment, the time-space within the Praying Temple had resumed operation, yet seemed as if still frozen.
Everyone stood still there, eyes full of astonishment and awe.
Everyone fixed their gaze in one direction, on the girl bathed in the golden brilliance, or rather—
the goddess!