"Accept the Weight of Light..."
The pitch-black void was illuminated by light. The tiny cloud ship swayed amid the torrent of blazing radiance. Batu and the other followers of the Temple of Light knelt one after another, unaware of the conversation taking place between the Throne of God and Meng Xizhou.
Meng Xizhou raised her head.
She looked straight at the light she could not see through and asked sincerely.
"What should I do?"
The old man within the blazing light smiled.
"You need only follow the guidance of your heart."
With his hands behind his back, the old man said gently, "Leave the matter of killing the King of the Underworld to me. Afterward, leading the City of Light to purge the King of the Underworld's remnants... that will be left to you."
"Kill... the King of the Underworld?"
Meng Xizhou held her breath.
She knew that Gu Shen had already made his Northern Escape from Chanyi City Fortress.
With the vastness of the Old World, finding an airship was like looking for a needle in the sea. To kill Gu Shen, they first had to catch up to him... but how could they pursue him?
The old man saw Meng Xizhou's confusion.
He raised his head.
His gleaming eyes ignited with dazzling Light Fire.
Though this body had aged to the utmost limit, it still possessed the power of the Light Fire Seed, at least for now. The God of Light's Throne turned its gaze, and a thread of Golden Light spread like ripples, sweeping over the cloud ship, over the broken continent below, and toward the endless void beyond.
For a titled transcendent, a single strand of mental power could extend several thousand meters.
For a Near God Person who had touched the source, a single strand