Although the image was blurry and lacked the haughty and arrogant demeanor of Emperor Yassin, instead resembling a kind and gentle Old Man from an ordinary family, Sun Fei was absolutely certain that it Emperor Yassin.
"Child."
The voice of ' Emperor Yassin ' seemed extremely distant, calling out softly.
This sound instantly intensified the grief in Sun Fei's heart countless times.
"My child, this is the last thing your father can do for you. Accept my gift of power... Let me... see you... one last time, my child... Let your father... hold you... my child!"
Amidst the distant yet clear call, the screen before my eyes shattered.
An image of ' Emperor Yassin ' emerged, opened his arms, and embraced Sun Fei.
Sun Fei instinctively opened his arms, but he didn't hug anything.
Emperor Yassin transformed into a ray of Power of Faith, merging into Sun Fei's body.
In the next instant, the rich and luxurious pure gold Power of Faith surrounding him seemed to have received a signal and surged wildly into Sun Fei's body at the same time.
This pure golden Power of Faith, even a single strand, is equivalent to a long dragon of ordinary Power of Faith.
The pure gold Power of Faith that Sun Fei suddenly obtained was probably even more vast and powerful than all the ordinary Power of Faith he had previously gathered.
The influx of immense Power of Faith instantly and involuntarily returned Sun Fei to that mysterious and profound state he had been in before.
The speed at which the Divine Domain Great World was refined suddenly increased countless times.
Land of Exile.
" Sun Fei, you son of a bitch, going into seclusion at a time like this, fuck your grandpa..."
In the rear hall of the Pope's tent at the [ Beast God Temple ], Pope Ernst was jumping up and down, cursing and spewing all sorts of profanities from his mouth, a mouth whose every word was considered golden rule by the entire Behemoth Beastmen race.
Fortunately, His Holiness the Pope spoke Mandarin from his previous life.
Otherwise, if the followers and the affectionate saintess beside him heard what His Holiness the Pope was saying, they might be so shocked that they would have their menstrual cycles disrupted.
It has been twenty days.
On the [ Land of Exile ], various natural disasters are becoming more and more frequent. Earthquakes, volcanic eruptions, cracked earth, and meteorite falls have already caused enormous calamities for the Behemoth Beastmen, and the expansion of the [ Metal Shamo ] and [ Evil Water Swamp ] has exceeded even the most pessimistic estimates.
Today, one-third of the original continent has become a paradise for Dread Beast.
The orc race was forced to migrate to a place that was temporarily considered safe.
In less than twenty days, the population of the Behemoth Orc Clan had been reduced to less than three-fifths of its original size, with large numbers of orcs dying in this endless disaster.
The dire situation caused widespread panic and pessimism throughout the Behemoth Beastmen tribe.
Migrating back to the Azeroth Continent has become the only option.
Even some of the Behemoth races who were previously more stubborn and unwilling to return to their former homeland have now become staunch supporters of migration—in fact, the entire Behemoth Beastmen race is eagerly waiting to escape the [ Land of Exile ] and return to the legendary, extremely beautiful and fertile land.
At the same time, the succession of the new Pope of the [ Beast God Temple ] was also put on the agenda.
It proceeded smoothly under Ernst's arrangement.
The process isn't particularly complicated.
Faith and the protection of the Beast God Rexxar determine everything for the Behemoth Beastmen.
Therefore, the birth of a new pope also requires the guidance of the Beast God.
According to ancient tradition, every Behemoth Beastmen race, whether powerful Gold or Silver, or weak Iron, is entitled to nominate its own candidate.
Anyone who can elicit a divine response from the Beast God Beast God Rexxar before his statue can be crowned Pope.
It is a simple, almost hasty, method, but for countless ages, the Behemoth Beastmen have used this method to elect the Pope without ever making a mistake.
As it turned out, the successors elected through this simple method—even those from the weak Black Iron race—became the most prestigious and respected figures in the entire Behemoth Beastmen race during their subsequent years in office.
Compared to how humans obtained the position of Pope of the Holy Church through conspiracy and slaughter, the orcs were much more proud of it.
Generally speaking, the pope is more likely to be chosen from among priests and shamans.
However, this does not mean that a samurai cannot become a pope.
Throughout the long history of the Behemoth Beastmen, there have been four popes who were originally warriors.
More importantly, the legendary Beast God Rexxar is depicted as an Orc Clan with the ability to Summon war beasts—however, this Beast God has always worn a black half-mask, so even the orc pope cannot say for sure which race's face lies beneath Beast God Rexxar's mask.
This succession to the throne of the [ Beast God Temple ] also follows the ancient traditions of the past.
However, none of the more than 130 candidates previously nominated by various races were able to elicit a response from the Beast God through prayer in front of the Rexxar statue at the [ Beast God Temple ]—meaning that the previous candidates were all unqualified.
The subsequent candidate recommendation and testing processes are still proceeding smoothly.
The orcs firmly believed that a new pope would be born, receiving guidance from the Beast God to lead them on the path of light.
But His Holiness Pope Ernst could no longer sit still.
According to the agreement made with that being a thousand years ago, Sun Fei was to be the one to inherit his position. But this grandson, of all people, is now in seclusion, cultivating in seclusion—well, while improving strength is important, and a martial artist's epiphany is sometimes truly a matter of chance, why now of all times?
What if I kick the bucket the moment my time is up? What will happen then?
Leaving behind such a mess, does that mean I broke my promise?
Will there be no punishment or terrible consequences?
For the past ten days or so, Zhong Dajun —that is, poor His Excellency Ernst —has been pointing in the direction of Sun Fei's inn and cursing every day.
High Priest Nash of Fox simply stayed at the inn day and night, waiting for Sun Fei to wake up from his state of enlightenment.
Nash was more anxious than Ernst, the biggest imposter pope in history.
He was worried about the fate of his race.
If they don't migrate soon, in less than a month, the entire [ Land of Exile ] will be completely swallowed up by the ever-expanding [ Metal Shamo ] and [ Evil Water Swamp ], and the entire Behemoth Beastmen race will perish with them.
The only thing worth mentioning is that the [ Legion of Light ] under the command of Chambord City —that is, the black-armored Demigod named Basturk and the other 101 golden-armored warriors—made a great effort to protect the Behemoth Beastmen.
These tireless warriors traversed every disaster site in the [ Land of Exile ], saving countless orcs from disaster and becoming the Behemoth Beastmen' favorite heroes.
Rumors about King of Chambord possessing the bloodline of the Beast God Rexxar, or even that King of Chambord is actually the reincarnation of the Beast God, have gained considerable traction among the orcs. Many orcs who have received favors from the [ Legion of Light ] have come to believe these claims, and even some who initially questioned them have gradually become skeptical, fueled by the [ Beast God Temple ] and Ernst.
Time flies by.
Just when poor Zhong Dajun was on the verge of losing his temper, news finally arrived.
"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, good news, good news indeed! Lord Torres and Lord O'Neal of Chambord City have returned from the Azeroth Continent."
High Priest Nash of Fox nearly lost his shoes as he rushed in, brimming with excitement.
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