The latter nodded slightly, then looked at the remaining few.
After coming to their senses, the four young divine envoys quickly made their decision as well, reaching out to accept the sparks.
Only Mosato, a temple elder, remained hesitant and undecided.
As a temple elder, he knew full well just how formidable the temple's power was, and even more clearly what fate awaited rebels.
Yet now, he was at another's mercy. If he refused to accept this spark, would there still be any path to survival for him?
Though he had already understood the truth of it all in his heart, making such a momentous decision was still difficult.
Seeing his concerns, Yang Yuanhong spoke again. "Mosato, there is no need to worry. Even if you have reservations and are unwilling to accept the spark, I will respect your choice and ensure that you leave safely."
"But I hope you will think carefully about whether you truly believe in the real gods, or support those sinners who occupy the blessings and harm the gods."
Mosato froze at those words. Then he stiffly turned his head to look at Yang Yuanhong and asked in a trembling voice, "You... you mean that?"
When Yang Yuanhong nodded at him, he struggled for a moment before rising to his feet. After bowing to the Venerable Lord, he stepped out of the tower and flew toward the royal capital.
Throughout the flight, he kept looking back, terrified that that horrifying ray spell would appear again.
Only after he had completely left the borderlands did he finally relax a little and let out a long breath.
"He actually... really let me go..."
Mosato thought to himself.
If this had been the temple's way of doing things, then under the same circumstances, there would have been absolutely