The Ubiquitous Light Church

"Damn it, Alikui'en, you bastard..."

Pusiluo could no longer remember how many times he had cursed in his heart.

Ever since Alikui'en forced him to transform into a kitten and began petting him every single day, Pusiluo had been on the verge of going insane.

A dignified Volcano Giant, forced to turn into a small golden kitten and be petted by someone.

Pusiluo had never experienced such humiliation; he wanted nothing more than to slaughter this damned Alikui'en, to tear him into a thousand pieces and hack him to bits!

However, he could only think about it; he couldn't actually do anything because Alikui'en was his master.

A master-servant contract had been signed, a contract connected to the soul. And the soul was the foundation of the Coiling Dragon universe; no one could defy a soul contract.

Pusiluo could only curse incessantly in his heart before continuing to scout the surroundings of Chiyan Mountain.

This was the order Alikui'en had given him, and he had to carry it out, simply because Alikui'en was far too cautious.

Then, a moment later, his heart skipped a beat.

At this time, in the outer crater, golden magma was rolling and flowing.

A fiery red head poked out from the magma, looking with some confusion at the few people flying toward the outer sea.

"Strange? Who are these people? How come I've never seen them before?"

Pusiluo muttered in confusion.

Just a moment ago, a group of strangers had suddenly flown past, and those people were actually all Saint Realm experts.

One had to know that Saint Realm experts were not exactly a dime a dozen in a material plane; Saint Realm experts in a material plane were even rarer than Seven-Star Fiends in Hell.

The group that had just passed by were all Saint Realm experts, and yet, Pusiluo didn't recognize a single one of them.

He had to remember that he and Alikui'en had traveled across the continent before, so they had a decent grasp of the continent's powerhouses.

However, at this very moment, the sudden appearance of a group of unknown Saint Realm experts left Pusiluo feeling extremely puzzled.

"Their movements look collective, so there must be a leader behind them. And anyone capable of leading Saint Realm experts must be a god. Could it be a hidden god-level powerhouse from the depths of the ocean?"

Pusiluo's mind began to wander, speculating on the identities of this group. No matter how he looked at it, there had to be a mysterious god-level powerhouse behind them.

Thinking of this, Pusiluo felt a surge of excitement and began to calculate whether he could lure their backer into killing them, thereby provoking that person to kill Alikui'en.

But soon, Pusiluo abandoned this thought. Alikui'en was too cautious—cautious to a pathological degree.

Despite having great strength, he was far too prudent. One had to know that in the entire Bailun Plane, apart from the Plane Overseer, there were only four Lowgods. He and Pusiluo occupied two of those spots, yet he dared not make an enemy of the other two, preferring to live in seclusion deep within the volcano and never provoking them.

Pusiluo had tried to persuade him more than once, but Alikui'en remained unmoved, carrying his caution to the very end.

Pusiluo even suspected that Alikui'en would hide until he reached the Highgod realm before ever leaving for another plane.

The more he thought about it, the angrier he became. Pusiluo controlled his true form and killed a few more fire dragons outside.

Ever since the Saint Realm Pusiluo was forcibly subdued by the god-level Alikui'en twenty thousand years ago, he couldn't remember how many magical beasts he had killed.

Especially in the last few hundred years, ever since he broke through to become a god and could change his appearance at will, that pervert Alikui'en had actually made him turn into a cat.

He even had to be held in his arms and petted. He was a Volcano Giant, a heroic Volcano Giant!

Such days had lasted for hundreds of years. Pusiluo dared not imagine if this continued—if these oppressive days of being a cat lasted for a thousand or even ten thousand years—whether he would go mad.

The thoughts of the little kitten Pusiluo did not affect the expedition plan for the Yulan Plane.

Bailun Plane, Light Continent, inside the Holy Capital Pope Palace.

Billowing mist permeated from the water, the scent of a hot spring wafted everywhere, and soft moans drifted from within.

Then, the sounds inside began to turn somewhat strange—struggling, excited, shouting—in any case, it didn't sound like anything good.

Outside the door, several guards stood at their posts with solemn expressions, as if they hadn't heard the sounds from inside the room.

As qualified guards, they knew what should be done and what should not.

Many times, when their superiors were busy, the only thing they needed to do was keep their mouths shut.

It wasn't until a blue-haired middle-aged man with a gloomy expression approached that the guards finally changed their expressions, two long spears blocking the man's path.

"Lord Wuer Nuode, the Pope is currently discussing work with the Saintess. You had better head back."

One of the guards spoke tremblingly, biting the bullet.

"Discussing—work?"

Wuer Nuode's face turned even darker instantly, and he even had the urge to kick the door open directly.

He wasn't deaf; this was discussing work? What did they take him for?

But in the end, he took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing his rage:

"When the work is finished, inform the Pope that I have something to discuss with him."

Wuer Nuode emphasized the word "work" heavily. After speaking, he didn't care whether the other party responded or not, turned around with a gloomy face, and left.

"Phew, Lord Wuer Nuode's expression was truly terrifying. I thought he was going to make a move!"

One of the guards couldn't help but mutter softly once he saw Wuer Nuode had walked far away.

"Wuer Nuode is the Chief Judge after all, and having been in charge of meting out punishment for so many years, he inevitably carries a certain aura about him."

Another guard saw this and chimed in with his own reply.

"Still, even Wuer Nuode is helpless when it comes to the Pope."

Guard A watched as the Chief Judge walked away and continued to mutter.

"Shh! Do you have a death wish? Daring to discuss the Pope—don't you know how your predecessor died?"

Guard B quickly kicked him, signaling that if he wanted to die, he should do it on his own and not drag him down with him.

"I've heard. It was because the Pope took a fancy to his younger sister, and he... well."

Guard A sighed, his tone filled with helplessness.

To outsiders, these guards seemed to live a life of glory, but in reality, walking beside the Pope was like treading on thin ice.

In the eyes of the public, the guards of the Pope of Light held prestigious positions with high status and great benefits, and being close to the Pope meant having the opportunity to be favored.

However, they knew better; their positions were anything but easy to handle.

Because the Pope was temperamental and possessed a truly twisted personality, he loved young girls and would often send people out to scour the land for them—and those who were brought back rarely lived for long.

At the same time, he enjoyed destroying sacred things, selecting pure, beautiful, kind, and innocent girls to be groomed as Saintesses, and then...

As for these guards, they were relatively safe; after all, the Pope had no interest in men, only occasionally torturing a few to death.

Yet, they had no idea what the standard for this "occasionally" actually was.

When that "occasionally" fell upon one of them, it was an absolute catastrophe.

Sometimes, they couldn't understand it themselves: the Pope clearly cultivated the Laws of Light, so how could he be such a monster?

Even many who cultivated the Rules of Death were not this cruel.

Those who cultivated the Rules of Death were mostly interested in collecting souls; they generally had no interest in torture for the sake of it.

On the other side, having walked out of the great hall, Wuer Nuode couldn't help but punch the wall.

However, the wall was protected by a magic array, and even as a peak Saint Realm expert, he could not damage it.

His heart was filled with pain and rage, yet it seemed there was nothing he could do.

"Lord of Light? Lord of Light my ass! If the Lord of Light dared to appear before me, I'd spit right in his face!"

Wuer Nuode couldn't help but curse, declaring he would spit in the face of Augusta.

In truth, the Wuer Nuode of the past had been a devout believer in the Lord of Light. After all, the entire Light Continent was ruled by the Light Church, and anyone born and raised here would inevitably hold some faith in the Lord of Light.

As a native, the education he received from childhood was inseparable from the Lord of Light, so naturally, he had been full of reverence for him.

Because of his exceptional talent for magic, Wuer Nuode was scouted by the Church, studied at the academy, joined the ranks, broke through to the Saint Realm step by step, and eventually climbed to the position of Chief Judge.

However, the upheaval that occurred a hundred years ago had plunged the Church into total chaos.

The Saintess of Light at the time, Liya, was a kind-hearted and beautiful woman who had once explicitly rejected the advances of Aodarming, a man who cultivated the Saint Realm of Death.

Aodarming harbored a grudge because of this and was always waiting for a chance to retaliate.

Originally, this wouldn't have mattered, as Aodarming was merely a rogue cultivator with strength only at the early Saint Realm. The Church had more than one peak Saint Realm expert; why would they care about him?

However, that guy was incredibly lucky and managed to find a spatial ring containing a godhood in a mountain range.

What was most hateful was that the godhood was of the light attribute. Ignoring the mismatch, he directly refined the godhood, and on the very day he became a god, he attacked the Church.

He clearly remembered how the old Pope and numerous experts were killed, and how the Saintess, after being forcibly humiliated by the enemy, committed suicide because she could not bear the shame.

This demon carried out a massacre of the Light Church with bloody means.

The Chief Judge, who had been away at the time, rushed back upon hearing the news. In his rage, he immediately summoned the glory of the Lord of Light, calling upon a projection of the god.

Yet, when Aodarming saw the sudden appearance of the divine projection, he actually knelt before the god, claiming he was willing to pledge his loyalty, wagging his tail like a dog.

The god then pondered for a moment and, ignoring the Chief Judge's pleas, directly appointed him as the new Pope.

Afterward, the god told Aodarming to remember to spread faith in the Lord of Light, and then vanished.

"The old Pope? The Saintess? Death? They have merely returned to the embrace of the Lord." That was what the divine projection had said regarding the Chief Judge's grievances.

After that day, Wuer Nuode understood that the so-called Lord of Light was all nonsense.

They were not benevolent, nor did they care in the slightest about the lives of their followers.

To deal with Aodarming, he had endured humiliation and carried his burden. He had tried to go to the Dark Continent to seek help from the Beast God Buniu, and he had even sought out Alikui'en, who lived in seclusion on Chiyan Mountain, but he had been rejected every time.