Ma Yan stood there, stunned.
The Fairy was very pleased with her reaction and proudly raised her fair chin.
And you're saying I'm useless?
After a moment, Ma Yan came to his senses. "Is it a trick of yours? Or something else?"
The Fairy replied, "It's the high priest's illusion."
"The truth of this world is buried inside."
Ma Yan asked, puzzled, "The truth?"
The Fairy nodded. "What makes a believer a believer is their unwavering faith in the divine."
"While followers of righteous gods are not as fanatical as those of evil gods, their faith is genuine."
"And in Land of Faith, the most devout believers gather."
" The God of War wouldn't be so foolish as to put a bunch of traitors in here."
"If some believers do not receive a response from the gods over the years, they may turn against them."
"But it's impossible for the believers in the Land of Faith to collectively betray us."
Ma Yan was silent for a moment. "The High Priest is lying?"
The Fairy said calmly, "Definitely, the truth lies within."
The original cemetery was now engulfed in black flames, crackling and popping as it burned.
Even though the two women were far apart, they could still feel the intense heat emanating from them.
Ma Yan asked, "So what does the truth have to do with us?"
The Fairy asked incredulously, "Aren't you curious?"
Ma Yan thought for a moment, "A little bit."
"But can you spray water?"
"We can't get in until the fire is extinguished."
The Fairy sighed, "If only my pot were still here."
" The Source of the World is running low; we can't last much longer inside."
Looking at the towering wall that seemed to stretch endlessly into the distance, and Qin Ze relentlessly bombarding the mountain of corpses, Ma Yan said in a deep voice, "Instead of searching for a truth that has nothing to do with us, let's think about how to get out of here."
"If we don't leave now, we'll be refined into pills."
Hot lava poured down from the top of the wall, slowly filling the cracks in the earth.
Wherever the lava passed, both the ground and the sky were ablaze.
The global sacrifice has begun.
Once all the fissures are filled with magma, the sacrifice is complete.
At that time, everyone inside the walls will be integrated into this world.
This includes the Source of God of Qin Ze and Daoist Miao.
The high priest who rules this world can be considered to have achieved godhood indirectly through a "circuitous route."
But as he said, he had nothing left but his spirit.
Even if one becomes a god, one's foundation is still this world.
If the world doesn't move, he can't go anywhere.
The only thing we gain is eternity.
The Fairy shook her head. "There's no way out, the world is locked."
"Over the past ten thousand years, the High Priest has bound it to the refinement of the world, which is why it has such a long lifespan."
"He is the master of this world; none of us can leave without his permission."
Upon hearing this, Ma Yan gritted his teeth and said, "If it weren't for your love-struck brain acting up, we would have left long ago."
The Fairy scoffed, "I won't say who's love-struck."
Then, looking at the sea of fire before her, she thought, "Those who escaped might be inside."
The two women exchanged a glance and sighed repeatedly.
It feels like a beautiful woman is standing in front of you, ready for you to admire her, but your little brother is failing you.
"Two beautiful ladies, do you need any help?"
The Mist Lord slowly emerged from the nearby mist, placed his right hand on his chest, and bowed to the two women.
Ma Yan stared intently at the Mist Lord: "Did you not die, or were you reborn?"
During the Battle of Sea Capital, she witnessed the annihilation of the entire Circus.
Now that this group of people have reappeared, full of energy, she can't help but let her imagination run wild.
They're all still alive, but what about that person?
The Fairy said speechlessly, "So who is really the one with a love-struck mind?"
Is now the time for you to reminisce about your deceased husband?
Ma Yan took a deep breath and calmed his thoughts.
The Fairy asked the Mist Lord, "Do you have a way to deal with this fire?"
The Mist Lord smiled slightly, "If it's only at this level, there's no problem."
"This sea of fire is essentially a domain, and I happen to have a deep understanding of domains."
The Fairy's patience was running out. "Stop talking nonsense and get to work."
The Mist Lord unleashed its beast form, and white mist instantly blanketed the graveyard, overlapping with the fire.
"We need to act quickly before the owner of this territory discovers it."
He called out to the two women behind him and Mist Lord into the sea of fire first.
The Fairy and Ma Yan hesitated for a moment, then followed closely behind.
When they entered the sea of fire, they were amazed to find that although the black flames were burning all around them, they did not scorch their bodies.
The Mist Lord was walking in front, explained, "With the domains overlapping, and now that I'm personally in control, the Fire Domain is completely suppressed."
"That is, if the master doesn't notice us. If he does notice and tries to take control, then we only have less than two minutes."
The Fairy nodded. "That's enough."
The three of them ventured deeper into the area and soon came across a statue that was nearly three meters tall.
It was a Golden Crow with its wings broken; it struggled and crawled, its head touching the ground.
It sounded like both mourning and lamentation.
"Found it!" The Fairy's eyes lit up. "Watch closely, only Preacher can defeat the high priest!"
Thump--
She twirled her cane with one hand, and the gemstone struck the Golden Crow's back heavily.
As the dark green light flashed and disappeared, the Mist Lord heard a crisp sound, as if an invisible barrier had been broken.
The flames within a hundred-meter radius of the Golden Crow statue suddenly went out.
The three appeared in a domed space, with a stone tablet standing in the center.
The Fairy murmured, "A double seal, that's quite cautious."
The Mist Lord approached the stone tablet and saw that it was covered with densely packed names written in Spirit Language.
"Tombstone."
"This is the real cemetery."
The old folks who had dug up the graves earlier were filled with regret.
If they had known there was such a huge battle ahead, they would have stayed and hidden with the Mist Lord.
You mean team battles?
Team battles are no match for the fragrance of grave robbing!
The Mist Lord raised his hand and gently touched the tombstone, but a powerful force repelled his hand.
In an instant, countless spirits flew out from the tombstone.
They came in all shapes and sizes, some male, some female, some old, some young.
They were stacked one on top of the other, filling up the already small space.
The Mist Lord alone had four pairs of eyes pasted onto his face.
A variety of noises reached the ears of the three people.
Who are you? Why have you entered the Sun God Land of Faith?
How's the situation outside?
Has God responded to us?
"Look at his cane, Preacher, heretic!"
The spirits seemed to have witnessed some great terror; they retreated in a panic, huddled against the wall, trembling.
The space around the three Mist Lord suddenly became much more spacious.
The Fairy was startled by the sudden appearance of so many spirits.
Seeing their fear of her identity, she immediately brandished her cane.
"Tell me what happened here, or you'll all be turned into fanatics in no time!"
The spirits looked at each other, and none of them moved.
The Fairy was an impatient person by nature, and planned to make an example of two lucky people.
Seeing the Fairy suddenly make a move, all the spirits shattered and turned into countless starlight, and the scene where the three of them were located changed accordingly.
A dignified old man sat before them with a worried expression and sighed, "Gentlemen, it seems our god is dead."