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Uriel said in a deep voice, "Kindness that is fixated on every blade of grass and every tree is hypocrisy. True righteousness lies in freeing the world from the threat of chaos."

Duke Tyron narrowed his eyes slightly.

"Their goals are always grand and lofty, but their actions are always despicable and shameless."

Ye Xiao's assessment echoed in his mind, and it coincided somewhat with the current situation.

How could I have been so deceived as to believe such a shoddy lie?

Soon, the elevator took the two of them to the lowest floor.

At the bottom of the deep sea, a vast and expansive lake of blood appears on the opposite cave wall.

The elevator doors slowly opened, and Duke Tyran stepped out, about to walk along the walkway that clung to the cave wall, when Uriel reached out to stop him.

"That's not necessary."

As soon as he finished speaking, Uriel opened the book in his hand.

Indigo light emerged from the pages of the book, and the floating incantations soared into the air, swirling and shimmering, forming a rainbow bridge spanning the bottom of the cave.

"Just go over there."

Uriel stepped forward, and the seemingly ethereal radiance actually supported his body as if it were tangible.

Duke Tyron followed, and surprisingly, his feet felt as solid as if they were walking on flat ground.

However, this dazzling divine magic did save time by circling around, and the flowing rainbow light could even carry the two people walking on it forward at an accelerated pace.

Stepping into that enormous curtain, the Blood Lake turned out to be much larger than it appeared on the other side of the sinkhole.

Uriel activated a light magic spell, causing the two of them to slowly fall from the height behind the curtain.

Rows of brass pipes swept overhead, extending vertically into the heart of the lake. Only when his feet touched the blood-red surface of the lake did Duke Tyran realize that the crosses scattered throughout the blood-red lake were each as tall as a giant.

Uriel cast a spell on the surface of the crimson lake, making it as solid as ice on which one could stand.

They weren't the first to arrive; there were already quite a few people waiting in the middle of the lake.

This includes the priests of the Dark Shepherds, the executives of different departments, and five other candidates for promotion besides him.

Of the five candidates, only two had been met by Duke Tyron before.

One of them was a middle-aged male scholar with glasses and a dignified appearance, who was probably a representative of the research institute. He was Odonak, a famous arcane scholar from the Tedhur Academy. Duke Tyrannosaurus had some personal acquaintance with this man, so the two nodded to each other tacitly when they met.

The other was a noble blonde girl, the new candidate the Starweavers of the outpost had asked him to replace at the Duke's mansion. The Duke had some dealings with her, or rather, he was quite familiar with her father, as she was the second daughter of Councilor Blaisewyn, named Sherry Blaisewyn.

However, Shirley maintained a calm expression even after meeting the Duke's gaze, which surprised the Duke slightly. They had met a few times in the Duchy before, but her unfamiliar gaze made it seem as if she was not familiar with him.

However, the Duke didn't think too much about it. After all, the other party was just the second daughter of a member of parliament, and now she was a candidate for the plan. He couldn't possibly take the initiative to greet her.

Interestingly, the representative of the outpost executive present was the Moon Guardian, but she noticed that Sherry, the candidate who was replaced by the Star Weaver, did not seem to have any objections.

It can only be said that there are too many hidden stories among these gods, making them difficult to understand.

As for the three candidates from the Dark Shepherd's side, he had never met them before. Two of them were Dark Cult priests with thin faces and a sinister aura, wrapped in black robes. The only one was a tall, thin man with messy black hair who looked somewhat familiar.

The other person's appearance seemed to bear a slight resemblance to that of Wosha, whom I had seen in the study before.

The Duke looked away. This was someone Vossah had specifically mentioned, but he hadn't expected him to be one of the candidates for the promotion plan.

"It looks like everyone's here."

The speaker was Raphael, an executive officer, a man with short, dark red hair, and an angel under Adam's command.

The group that arrived at the Blood Lake were positioned in a loose semi-circle, facing the dense array of brass pipes in the center of the lake, with Raphael at the very center of the semi-circle.

He appeared to be the one presiding over the ceremony, but he only took a few steps forward and did not stray too far from the group.

He held an exquisite spiral-patterned staff in his hand, and lightly tapped the lake surface with the tip of the staff, creating ripples.

"Stars, convey my words beyond the realm—great beings above the void, the candidates have all arrived."

"Your humble servant Raphael hereby invokes your will."

Chapter 232 The Day the Stars Circulate

The sky here is vast and starry, with the Milky Way running through it, and countless brilliant stars can be seen scattered across it, shining brightly.

Duke Tyrannosaurus didn't know if it was an illusion or a natural wonder, but setting aside the bizarre landscape of the blood lake, just looking up at the sky, the scene was still magnificent and beautiful.

As Raphael's words echoed across the Blood Lake, the stars in the sky began to twinkle, slowly casting down a hazy, thin curtain of light, like a colorful veil fluttering in the sky.

This reminded the Duke of the aurora borealis, which could only be seen in the northern night sky, only now the scene was even more dreamlike.

Beneath the aurora-like curtain woven by stars, Raphael's voice pierced the void like a resonating sacred bell. He clasped his hands together in front of his chest, and at his fingertips emerged strings of law formed from condensed light dust—beacons connecting the present world and the void.

Tiny silver lines appeared among the stars, intertwining with each other. As the light curtain suspended in the sky overlapped with these connected constellations, a profound and vast aura descended.

Without Raphael's prompting, everyone knelt down on one knee without thinking.

Duke Tyrande lowered his head, not because he wanted to, but because an instinct compelled him to lower his gaze with piety and respect.

Gods cannot be looked at directly. The supreme gods who ascend to the void are the embodiment of the laws since time immemorial. Even if they are ancient gods of the past, they are not easily looked up to by ordinary humans.

Perhaps only the executors with divine status could hold their heads high. Duke Tyran thought to himself.

And in the sky beyond Duke Tyran's sight, the aurora was transforming into a gigantic phantom.

"Guide in the eternal night, holder of the crown of stars, Your Majesty Lord Adam, you have sown the seeds of souls in this world, and now we respectfully welcome your return."

With the north as the center, the phantom that appears due north is Adam, the progenitor of gods and men, with a human body having seven pairs of wings. The stars resonate in a circular halo like the sun, scattering divine silver dust.

"The builder of the primordial chaos, the shaper of the mountains of flesh and blood, Mother Gaia, you have given the earth its lifeblood, and its heart is surging with joy at your holy arrival."

The northwest is home to Gaia, the mother of the earth. Although she is the progenitor of the Titans, her projection descending from the void appears to be a fusion of many ancient beasts. The lion's head and the snake's head simultaneously spew lava and frozen mist, which condense into a boiling totem in the starry sky.

"The spinner of the etheric dream, the slumbering dragon of the soul's origin, Your Majesty Ysera the Dreamer, the warp and weft of reality and illusion you have woven, and now, through the hearts of all beings, we call upon you."

The one descending from the northeast is Ysera, the goddess of dreams. At this moment, her phantom is not the soft, cuddly girl holding clouds that appeared in Ye Xiao's dream, but a colorful dragon with its body curled up and surrounded by cloud shadows.

The dragon's enormous eyes drooped slightly, as if weary, or perhaps looking down upon the tiny figures in the blood lake. The scales falling among the clouds made everyone fall into a daze, half-dreaming and half-awake.

Due to the restrictions of the laws, the true forms of the gods cannot descend to the mortal world. Their true forms may even be more vast than the mortal world, so they can only manifest through phantoms and avatars.

"With the triple crown as witness, at the juncture of these laws, may the eternally shifting stars witness the ceremony of the gods' arrival."

Raphael threw the light string into the blood lake, and the ripples that spread out instantly boiled.

However, during a break in the ceremony, Duke Tyran noticed that he did not hear the name of the deity in the Pioneer Department.

Is that person not coming by now?

Duke Tyran was slightly puzzled, but he did not show it.

Anyway, this is not something he can worry about.

Each of the three illusory figures cast a faint ray of divine light, which fell into the blood lake, making it appear as a reflection of the sky, a wondrous sight.

But the mirror-like lake surface only reflects a vast array of stars, not the phantom of any deity. These starlight rays gradually converge like silver threads, surrounding the central array of brass pipes to form a massive magic circle covering the entire lake surface.

"Om-"

Duke Tyrande heard a deep, ancient bell ringing in his ears, which resonated in his heart and made his body tremble involuntarily.

No matter how many complicated thoughts he had, he could not help but feel fear of his own insignificance in the face of the vast divine power that was projected down.

The starlight on the lake shone even brighter, so brightly that it seemed to overflow the surface, almost blinding Duke Tyrande.

He tried his best to close his eyes, but he still couldn't block out the intense radiance.

"As the stars shift, let the forgotten tomb of the gods be opened now."

A white sun seemed to rise from the blood lake, its blazing light bursting out of the sinkhole, and even the nobles in the academy buildings could see the huge pillar of light through their curtains.

The deafening hum propelled the pipes, and the magic array of the Blood Lake ritual activated, pouring the immense divine power gathered into the six divine tombs connected by spatial latitude and longitude.

On the continent, residents everywhere could see six beams of light shooting into the sky from the distant horizon, like towers reaching for the heavens and disappearing into the depths of the boundless void.

In the Aslan Palace, Ella lay back on a chair on the garden terrace, gazing at the pillars of light that cleaved the night sky outside the window, and took a sip of red tea.

This marks the official start of the upgrade plan, with all the company's gods joining forces to break the seal on the divine tomb.

Even knowing that this scene would happen sooner or later, there will still be some shock when you see it.

Ultimately, this is a grand undertaking jointly created by the company and the Dark Shepherd. It remains to be seen whether it will usher in a new era of the old gods or the twilight of the gods.

Meanwhile, Project Fire, the plan for the Pioneers to migrate the world, was also launched.

Throughout the continent, countless residents, after their dinners, couldn't help but go out into the streets and look up at the divine pillar of light.

Among them were other players who came to this world along with the Great Transmigration. The vast majority of them did not participate in the conflict between the Saintess and the Company; they were just ordinary adventurers, scattered throughout the world as one of the masses.

At that moment, they saw the six beams of light form a huge magic circle in the sky, and then the vast, dark night sky gradually receded like dissolving clouds, revealing an enormous void.

That was the knocking on the door of the heavens, opening the path to another world.

They gazed upon the universe beyond the void, where stars swirled and converged. In the pitch-black wilderness, space gradually focused, passing over a blazing star, and a strangely familiar planet came into view.

It was a bright pearl where the blue sea met the white clouds. The outline of the continent, which I had only seen in textbooks and videos before, now seemed incredibly familiar.

Pacific Ocean, Asia, Middle East...

The familiar ocean and continental plates suddenly appeared on the other side of the sky hole, symbolizing that two worlds that should have been separated by tens of thousands of universes have quietly connected at this moment.

"Oh my god, am I seeing things?"

"Is that... Earth?"

Chapter 233 The Army Presses In

As the halo faded, Duke Tyron barely opened his eyes.

The blood lake trembled, and soon after, seven altars engraved with magic arrays slowly rose from the lake.

Each altar seemed to correspond to a divine tomb. The complex and obscure runes on six of the altars emitted a faint glow, but the one in the far corner showed no signs of magic. It was likely that the altar corresponding to the Loren Lyre Peak did not respond.

"All human candidates, now ascend the altar before you."

Duke Tyrande broke out in a cold sweat and, along with the other five candidates, slowly stood up, walked out of the crowd, and came to the stone platform in front of him.

As his feet stepped onto the runes on the stone platform, the base of the platform began to rumble.

Each stone platform seemed to correspond exactly to a star reflected in the lake, and as all the candidates took their places, the six stars in the sky lit up in the same order.

The phantoms of the three gods in the sky cast down light dust, and a deep red barrier rose around the seven altars, enveloping all the candidates and the ceremony master Raphael.

"The Supreme God has granted you protection. Human candidates, prepare yourselves to face the test of the Divine Tomb."

Upon hearing this, Duke Tyran swallowed nervously, then bent down and placed his palm on the runes at his feet.

The position of the God of Life contained in the Tomb of Gods cannot be inherited by just anyone. This is why both the company and the Dark Shepherd have almost harsh requirements for the selection of those who ascend.

The power of these gods forcibly opened the divine tomb, releasing divine power sealed for millennia, enough to open a gate to another world. However, to access the most crucial treasure left behind by the Father of the Gods within the tomb, one must still undergo trials.

It is said that this place was once a holy city, and these seven altars were the original trials of the Holy Temple.

The trial lasted exactly one day and one night.

The altar emitted fluttering runes that enveloped the candidates participating in the trial.

The six candidates lay prostrate on the ground, motionless, like statues, seemingly becoming one with the altar.

"The trial has begun, fellow executives and shepherds."

Raphael, inside the barrier, looked out at the other gods. "The barrier bestowed by the three supreme gods will cover the sacred lake until the trial ends."

"Next, I would like to ask everyone to help guard the various entrances to Hub Town to prevent the witch's minions from invading this place."

The executives bowed respectfully, and then Raphael turned to his partner and said, "Also, Uriel, inform the agents of Project Fireseed that the Ark is ready."

"She can confidently take the Breathless Fortress, head north to Aslan, and burn all the humans corrupted by the witch to ashes."

……

That night.

In the palace, Ella was leisurely sipping tea in the sky garden.

"Your Majesty!"

Severif hurried into the courtyard. "An urgent report has arrived from the mage tower on the southern front: the demon legion is gathering and shows signs of intending to attack the city!"

"Ah."