Martial Arts Genius with Proficiency System Chapter 978 - 434: Damn, I Really Became Three Gods!!!

The murky blood pool bubbled ferociously, and suspended above the grand hall were figures writhing in torment, their injured bodies weeping crimson streams that cascaded down like a beaded curtain.

From the heavens, chilling, pale flames periodically descended, searing their flesh.

Yet, in the face of such dire agony, these individuals displayed not a hint of struggle or pain. Instead, their countenances radiated an almost sacred sense of honor and elation, with blissful smiles gracing their lips.

These were the most devoted disciples of the Three Deceits Cult, and only those of such esteemed standing were deemed worthy to partake in this 'Divine Grace' on the auspicious day of the Holy Son's nativity.

At the heart of the blood pool, the bishops Gray Robe, White Robe, and Red Robe knelt on one knee. Before them lay two deceased figures, a man and a woman.

The man's visage bore an air of solemnity; even in death, his eyes remained wide, reflecting a profound compassion. The woman's lips were etched with a tender empathy, her eyes closed, her hands clasped protectively over her abdomen as if safeguarding a precious life within.

The three archbishops intoned in unison, their voices resonating with a power that bordered on the fanatical.

"All existence is ephemeral, all eras falter, all phenomena are sorrow, only agony is immutable and true!!"

Red Robe then rose, bringing his hands up to his face and yanking. His eyes were instantly ripped from their sockets, blood erupting forth and spattering the male corpse as he cried out with grim resolve.

"Oh, Bone Father, bestow your grace upon your faithful! Grant me release from this transient world!"

Following suit, the Gray Robe bishop stood and approached Red Robe, a strange smile unfurling on his lips. He casually inserted two fingers into his mouth, pulling at the corners of his lips.

With a forceful tug, his entire cheek was ripped open, exposing a horrifyingly wide grin. Blood sprayed onto the woman's lifeless face.

"Oh, Blood Mother, show the world mercy once more! Let us unveil our true smiles!"

Finally, the White Robe bishop ascended.

"Holy Son, descend!! Purge this irredeemable, muddied world!"

White Robe's voice was pure and clear, each word carrying an unutterable sanctity.

This pious tone seemed incongruous with the entirety of the Three Deceits Cult, yet within this bizarre harmony, there existed a peculiar, descending beauty...

As the three bishops' pronouncements ceased.

An untold number of devoted followers behind them simultaneously prostrated themselves. Instruments of torture materialized around them, their wicked points self-inflicted upon their own bodies without hesitation.

"Hail the Three Gods, the Holy Son descends!!"

"The Holy Son descends! Holy Son..."

Like a colossal avalanche or a surging tsunami, the frenzied incantations instantly inundated the entire sacred edifice.

In the eyes of every follower, a fanatical devotion blazed, a faith so potent it began to warp the very fabric of the surrounding reality.

The divine visages of the Three Gods materialized in the air above, a miracle born solely from the ultimate convergence of unwavering faith.

At this moment, the three bishops stood tall once more.

Yet, as they gazed upon the almost palpable manifestation of belief, a trace of worry, rather than joy, flickered in their eyes...

Then, a voice, raspy with age, slowly echoed.

"The scripture dictates that all life must endure sevenfold solitude, sevenfold tribulation, and only then shall the Holy Son descend on the seventh day, cloaking the world in seas of blood, bringing forth ultimate purification."

As this pronouncement echoed, the three bishops instinctively bowed their heads in profound reverence.

The other assembled devotees rose to offer their salutes, their faces alight with an overwhelming sense of honor.

An elder, his hair streaked with gray and clad in white robes, appeared within the blood pool as if from nowhere. Beneath his feet, the crimson waters churned, morphing into countless countenances etched with anguished cries.

This was Chen Yuan, the revered Sect Leader of the Three Deceits Cult, the sole contemporary vessel of the Three Gods, their earthly emissary.

Despite holding the highest position within the Three Deceits Cult, he emanated an aura of gentle twilight, imparting a sensation of serene warmth.

He cast his gaze upon his followers, one by one, and spoke with soft intention.

"Today marks the sixth day. The suffering we endure today is that of the Heart and Spirit, the anguish of fleeting thoughts. Through this 'Divine Grace,' we summon the Holy Son!!"

Subsequently, an unseen force radiated from his being, instantaneously permeating and enveloping the entire vicinity.

In that instant, with the exception of the three bishops, all other followers seemed to be plunged into overwhelming torment. They collapsed to the ground, their brows furrowed deeply, experiencing a deluge of distressing worries and a torrent of distorted thoughts surging uncontrollably.

This pain transcended any mere physical affliction, representing a suffering that defied ordinary comprehension.

The more profound the torment, the purer and more potent the surrounding faith became. Vaguely, the phantasmal forms of the Three Gods, previously outlined by faith, began to manifest with increasing lifelikeness.

Surveying his devoted followers, Chen Yuan then walked towards the two corpses, offering a slight bow, his expression momentarily shifting.

Beside him, Red Robe murmured, "Sect Leader, still no..."

Before his words could fully escape, Chen Yuan's gaze, profound as an abyss, fell upon him, compelling him to silence.

"Depart," Chen Yuan commanded with a single word.

Then, taking a step forward, his entire being dissolved into nothingness, as seamlessly as a water droplet vanishing into the sea, leaving no trace.

Without delay, the three bishops vanished into the void simultaneously.

Moments later, deep within the Church Court, the Red, Gray, and White Robe bishops were gathered around a circular table.

Chen Yuan stood positioned far from the statue of the Three Gods.

"Still no response?"

Gray Robe inclined his head, his tone grave. "Indeed, Sect Leader, nothing yet. This devotion represents the most unadulterated and fervent conviction ever amassed throughout our cult's existence."