What dreams lay behind Ji Jue could be left aside for now.
But overnight, everyone in the entire Yellow Millet Dream felt as though a nightmare was chasing right on their heels.
It couldn't be helped. It was too terrifying.
Without a single warning, the Central City of such a massive diocese had inexplicably suffered divine punishment!
Just a month earlier, their Archbishop had still been shouting every day about "thriving prosperity." Before they could even flourish and burst into vibrant growth, without even following the proper process, all the upper ranks were gone. One-third of the city's people were gone too, all cast into Border Purgatory.
They had even all been sentenced to burn for eternity, with no possibility of release.
The remaining two-thirds weren't getting off well either. They were all demoted to sinners and slave laborers, to spend a hundred years repaying their sins of blasphemy and impurity.
Everyone who heard it instinctively wanted to report the bastard in front of them to the Church for spouting nonsense and spreading alarmist rumors. How could something so absurd have happened? But after carefully verifying it, faced with facts as solid as iron, they began to sweat...
What the hell? What had happened? Why had Sky City suddenly set up a huge sniper rifle and started sweeping it around?
At the same time, a stern reprimand bearing the Pope of Sky City's seal had been delivered to every cathedral and every High Priest in the southwestern and northern dioceses.
The letter furiously denounced the laziness that had appeared within the religious order in recent years, as well as
the widespread phenomenon of members disrespecting divine affairs and neglecting the sacred light. This had led to repeated acts of blasphemy and an ever-spreading tide of corruption, until conditions had deteriorated