The more they oppose, the more it shows that I am doing the right thing Chapter 698 - 362 [Holy City Spring]3

So conversely, in the Esoteric Holy City Awad, if the "Radiance level" of Awad reached one hundred percent, then might the stars belonging to "Radiance" also descend!

This is the anchor point. Radiance and Chaos are each their own star's anchor point, and when the number of anchor points reaches an extre, the associated star will descend.

And this was the only way to destroy the Avad Council.

This Holy City had far too many Demigods, and with Ansu's Rank, he simply couldn't overpower them directly, but since his own power was insufficient, he could only borrow the power of the gods. In the gaming of True Gods and Secret Gods, within the endless cycle of the Nether, he subtly shifted the balance's scale.

So instead of holding back, he openly expanded the Holy Water Virus, and as expected, once again, Ansu pushed forward the progression of this era.

The next steps were quite clear now—

He had once promoted Chaos in the Radiant City, and now he had to do both opposite and similar deeds, promoting Radiance in the Chaotic Holy City!

Ansu wasn't only to beco the chosen of Chaos, but also the chosen of Radiance. Not only the chosen of the Seven Secret Gods but also of the Seven True Gods.

Whether they be True Gods or Secret Gods, all gods were rely ladders for him to climb in his involvent with the gods' gaming, which required courage and enlightennt.

To purify by blasphemy, to darken with light, to assign sanctity to filth, to transform darkness into light, that was the path Ansu's Light and Dark Priest sect should follow.

Looking at the night sky covering the Mosquito Nether Ocean, and the beautiful scene of people fleeing in all directions, Ansu nodded. The demand for Holy Water Tea would be greater from now on.

I need to ask Luojia to prepare more...

That silly Saintess...

Oh right, where did that silly Saintess go...

Regardless, tonight had finally ended, and it was ti to go ho to heal.

He lowered his gaze from looking into the distance and walked towards the darker area—Lister and Arthur were already waiting in front of the small car at Blood-secreting Ice City. They had sold out all of the Holy Water Tea they had today, waiting to produce the next batch.

These two had completely imrsed themselves in the beautiful dreams of "making a fortune." Tonight's turnover was a whopping one hundred thousand Gold Coins. Ice refining was indeed much faster money than making cakes!

"Where's Luojia?" Ansu asked curiously.

"She didn't co." Lister adjusted his glasses, "Did you offend her?"

Arthur nodded, recalling Luojia's exact words, "She angrily said, 'Who would want to see that annoying guy? Even if he dies out there, if he jumps down from here, I wouldn't give him a glance!'"

Miss Luojia didn't co... Ansu could still understand that.

During his ti in prison, the effect of the Reversed Pope elapsed, and recalling the hurtful words Ansu had intentionally said, the Little Saintess, with her thin-skinned nature, would surely shy away from seeing Ansu.

This was normal.

Nevertheless, this was still not necessarily a bad thing. As the Radiant Holy Saintess, Luojia's blessing of healing effects were top-notch.

Ansu, covering the wound on his chest, revealed a helpless bitter smile. Actually, from the beginning, he had been overstating his resilience to make a good show. The Smiling Lady's punch he endured was really solid, plus, he also offered half his body's blood to the Chaotic Candle. Ansu now had the pallor of thin snow, his complexion gray-white, and even though he was physically fit like a Saint, he was staggering as he walked.

He had to appear as tough as steel, so that the people would believe in him.

Admittedly, Ansu was a good actor, even deceiving Lister and Arthur.

"Do you know Healing Magic?" Ansu asked.

"No," Lister pushed his glasses, "but I have advanced dical knowledge. It's said that drawing a cross over a wound can heal and cure diseases."

Where did you get this dieval quackery... Ansu's pale face darkened even more.

"Nonsense," Arthur retorted Lister's suggestion, "To stop the bleeding, you need to burn it. Just use the Sun Fla in my pants, and Brother Su's injuries will heal."

"I'd rather heal naturally," Ansu sighed.

Relying on these two, I must be tired of living.

Just as Ansu was wallowing in self-pity, he felt soone gently tugging at the corner of his clothing.

"Idiot."

"The sll of blood on you is too strong... didn't you notice..."

A soft voice ca from behind, delicate as the late spring snow, ready to lt in the balmy sunshine.

"Why didn't you die on stage..."

When Ansu heard the voice behind him, he turned around, only to see a veil of white tulle slowly unfurling beside him, revealing a white gauze dress and deer-skin boots, a belted cocktail dress adorned with complex and exquisite patterns, with snow-white frost-like wrists dangling from the sleeves, slender fingers gently pinching the corner of Ansu's clothes.

Enveloped by the Healing Holy Light, it flowed slowly into Ansu's wound through her fingertips.

Ansu gazed into Luojia Miss's eyes, watching the almost transparent, beautiful pupils. They were very close, their breaths nearly mingling.

"Don't look at ."

The Little Saintess turned her cheek away, her voice as light as a bug chant.

Her snowy eyes trembled lightly with embarrassnt and anger, yet she still didn't let go of Ansu's hand, the gentle and bright Holy Light flowing, healing all his wounds.

Under the blessing of the Holy Light, the knife wound on his chest quickly scabbed over, but perhaps because of the scab, his chest felt a little itchy.

"Turn away," Luojia lowered her eyes, whispered softly, turning her cheek.

"Annoying guy."

So, Ansu only saw the Little Saintess's side profile.

Under Awad's starlight, her side face was like the rosaceous twilight.

"Stop looking at ."

Only then, at that mont, did Ansu realize, this was truly the spring of the Holy City.

If the point of view was too high, looking down at the entire Awad Holy City from high above, one might see...