At the sight of that holy apparition, Messiah and the others all hurriedly rose to their feet.
Every one of them present carried the Holy One's bloodline.
He was the Seraphim's representative in this world.
With her own flesh and blood, she had personally created a holy practitioner through whose veins divine blood flowed.
And as though answering some sort of call.
Faint golden flames slowly emerged all over Messiah's body as well. As though responding to a summons across time, the flames burned gently, drawn toward Lynn, like a sorrowful touch that had waited countless years.
Only when the light around Lynn slowly faded.
Did the flames on Messiah's body gradually die out. Yet she remained hollow-eyed, as though she could feel a delicate sorrow that was not her own flowing through her blood.
Lynn adjusted the Monocle, his eyes flickering as he said:
"If it happened two or three thousand years ago, then everything lines up. Our Matriarch fell into Hell just before that. If your Seraphim also came from the Holy World, then she might really have some connection to our Matriarch. Can you tell me where she went?"
White Night trembled, feeling his entire body shake.
Because if that really was the case.
Then this was absolutely unimaginable news for them, because it concerned their Matriarch.
Messiah struggled to calm herself and pressed her lips together. "It was too long ago. Even our own records say very little. All we know is that shortly after our Deity descended, devastating events beyond human comprehension began breaking out across the world. War, plague, famine, and wraiths ran rampant everywhere. It was during that period that our Deity created the Holy One and established the Hidden Cultivation Society, beginning to exorcise evil and subdue demons across the world."
"Oh,