The more they oppose, the more it shows that I am doing the right thing Chapter 538 - 301: Absolutely No Lies

Do you believe in yourself?

Prince Tai Rui watched An Su, his eyelids twitching slightly.

What nonsense are you talking about?

He had never seen such a shaless person, spouting self-righteous phrases like "I am convinced," "I renounce," "I believe in our Goddess," yet the mont An Su collided with him using spiritual power, Tai Rui was able to briefly glimpse the true colors of this scoundrel's soul.

Both black and white, the sky was filled with a gray-white hue, like the skies at the turn of night into dawn, utterly calm.

Not a trace of devotion.

Tai Rui could never have imagined that An Su not only disbelieved in imperial power but also lacked faith in divine authority.

It didn't matter whether it was the Orthodox Church or the Esoteric Sect; this youngster's professed heartfelt convictions—or whether he genuinely held any—depended solely on which side offered him more benefits.

This oath that Luojia had listed out directly challenged both the Esoteric Sect and the Orthodox Church, to which An Su simultaneously gave two answers: "I renounce" and "I am convinced." This was a deliberate obfuscation, with no one knowing which answer corresponded to which challenge, creating confusion and a topsy-turvy situation of simultaneous renouncent and conviction.

This whelp simply did not understand the concept of reverence; he was a Child of the Curse!

Prince Tai Rui's eyes narrowed ever so slightly; he thought he understood why his sister valued An Su so much.

In an era where imperial power and divine authority walked hand in hand, through traditions that lasted thirty thousand years, there erged a mutant who renounced both, a true Child of the Curse, not only in the flesh but also in behaviour, thought and even soul, born bearing a curse. He should have died long ago; he had no right to have survived.

If he were to live, he would surely bring destruction and change!

At that mont, Prince Tai Rui finally harbored thoughts of killing.

He looked at An Su and slowly extended his index and middle finger, bringing them together as he pointed downward. In that instant, the demigod and imperial power reached their zenith, clashing head-on with An Su's soul. Cersei furrowed her brows slightly and turned her head to look at her Royal Brother, expressionless.

The surrounding Royal Knights all felt a heavy burden on their souls. Each nearly at the rank of a Saint, they now found themselves unable to speak. Breathing beca difficult and labored; they felt as though countless tons of a golden scepter weighed upon their shoulders. While their bodies felt no weight, their souls were prostrate upon the ground.

The nobles dared not speak, or even breathe heavily.

This was not a topic for them to engage in.

"Shouldn't soone intervene?"

Bishop Morgan looked at Prince Tai Rui and turned his head to ask rlin. It was normal for the imperial family to exert slight pressure over grievances, but this situation had far exceeded the normal bounds.

"This is a dispute between the borderlands and the imperial family," rlin replied nonchalantly, passing the buck: "Soone will take care of it; it's not for us to intervene—Whoever acts bears the responsibility."

The old tir did not care about An Su's fate; on the contrary, he seed delighted at the prospect of trouble, leaning back and flashing a cheerful smile. Winking, he said, "Finally, there's a good show to watch."

Those pure white pupils were as cold as snow and as clear as ice,

"If An Su and Luojia want to go further, if they really want to advance further, they must complete this ritual."

You old tir...

Bishop Morgan's face was full of frustration; it was like arranging a lifeti of rest—don't co down from Heavenly ntal Hospital!

The added pressure from the Prince made An Su feel as if his soul was about to shatter into several pieces. Barely holding onto his form, his fingers clenched around the Ritual Wand supporting him on the ground, preventing himself from being overwheld. rlin's Shielding Magic was still in effect, and he could no longer see Luojia's condition, only feeling her breath growing fainter, unsettled like a flickering candle fla.

When An Su aggressively bit back at Prince Tai Rui's soul, Luojia was sowhat able to hold on.

But her soul was not as resilient as An Su's; together they held onto the sa scepter, enduring the crushing weight of their souls.

Under the broadcast of the Demon Net, even the secondary nobles and citizens outside the Magic Hall began to notice sothing unusual about An Su—this Child of the Curse baptizing himself... Sothing didn't seem right. They could sense the halt in the flow of the mountainous and oceanic Holy Light tide; the Radiance within the Ceremony Hall had frozen mid-air, stagnating into individual points of light.

"I knew it... How could the Child of the Curse complete this ritual!"

"An Su must have been spurned by the Goddess."

"This is Divine Punishnt."

"How can the Child of the Curse beco the Saint Heir!"

In various governnt mansions, the vast majority of nobles heaved sighs of relief, all too aware of the implications if An Su were to complete a ritual of this scale on his own... It would an that An Su was favoured by the Radiance, that he was the chosen of the Light, the Saint Heir!

Because only the Saint Heir could crown himself, only the Saint Heir could perform such a miracle!

But An Su was a Child of the Curse.

A Child of the Curse being favored by the divine, becoming the Church's Saint Heir—this fact would utterly upend the Church's rules established over thirty thousand years.

Moreover, it would have a massive impact on society, on the Empire, and on the entire structure of Nether!

Everyone knew that the Child of the Curse was born from the Dark Son. Millions of Dark Sons were needed to give birth to a Child of the Curse. An age could pass before one erged.

The Child of the Curse was the darkest of the Dark Sons.

If not for An Su's father's power, An Su could have perished before he grew up.

The shaful secret of the Dark Son's blood has always been the Empire's darkest facet, shrouded under the Empire's magnificent brilliance. No one would bring it up voluntarily.