Martial Arts Genius with Proficiency System Chapter 983 - 436: Descent of the Holy Son, Eternal Venerable God!!

"It truly baffles me."

Within Star River’s mind, the recent discussion with Liu Yuan replayed.

"Do not fret, I gave you my word: the Human Race will not falter before the coming of gods, for by that time, the Human Race will have long since vanished. This war I wage will not involve the Human Race as a pawn... However, if the Human Race insists on intervening, do not hold me accountable..."

A knowing smirk played on Star River’s lips.

As his words faded.

Behind him, several spectral figures began to materialize, their forms discernible yet not fully anchored in this reality.

"Esteemed Sir, all preparations are complete; we can commence hostilities at your command."

"Might I inquire as to the pretext for this war, Sir?"

One of the towering shadows inquired, its hands clasped respectfully.

"Void Spirit..."

Star River uttered two words softly.

"A Void Spirit invasion!"

"Across all races, a Void Spirit incursion has been reported; numerous indigenous beings have fallen under the sway of these entities, their bodies usurped to facilitate the arrival of the Void Spirits! To avert further widespread chaos, we must preemptively eradicate these threats."

Upon hearing this directive, the five shadowy figures paused, exchanging glances before a unified assent was voiced.

"Understood!!"

With that, they bowed and gradually dissolved from sight.

Left solitary in the ethereal expanse, Star River ascended into the air, swiftly reaching the apex of the peculiar tree.

Among its vast branches, a youth of striking handsomeness and refined demeanor sat in quiet contemplation, his legs crossed.

Encircling him, forty-two luminous ‘fruits’ arranged themselves into an arcane formation, perpetually channeling unseen energies into the youth’s being.

"The tree itself embodies the Cause and Effect of Divinity, while the fruits represent the future Immortal Deities, all nurtured by the very life force of the entirety of Star River. You merely await your complete maturation to resolve all matters..."

Star River observed the youth, speaking his words with a gentle tone. Then, as if struck by a sudden memory, he bowed his head, a profound sorrow emanating from him.

However, precisely as he lowered his head, an unseen shift occurred….

The youth, whose eyes had remained firmly closed, delicately fluttered his eyelids, revealing irises a mesmerizing interlace of black and crimson, reflecting all that transpired!

Concurrently.

Within the hallowed grounds of the Tri-Deity Cult headquarters.

The Archbishops, clad in gray, red, and white, moved among the assembled disciples, an aura of crimson mystique enveloping them as they diligently sought any trace of spiritual impurity within their devout ranks.

This marked the sixth evening; should the Holy Son fail to manifest by the seventh day, Sect Leader Chen Yuan’s contingency plan would have to be enacted to preserve the integrity of the Tri-Deity Cult’s doctrines.

This was a scenario dreaded by all, making the eradication of any perceived impurity their most fervent hope.

Yet, the faith vested in the Eternal Venerable God was intrinsically linked to the very essence of the Tri-Deity.

Discovering a flaw within this deeply ingrained belief proved as arduous as locating a solitary raindrop in an endless ocean.

Thus, despite their most strenuous efforts, the elusive ‘impurity’ remained unfound.

As minutes ticked by, the initial eagerness in the eyes of the Gray and Red Robed Bishops gradually transmuted into a chilling indifference.

Only the White Robed figure retained a flicker of hesitation when their gaze fell upon the disciples.

Chen Yuan, too, traversed the landscape of faith, his eyes as placid as an unfathomable abyss.

Even knowing that failure to manifest the Holy Son would condemn all the senior disciples present to demise, his expression remained utterly devoid of emotion.

It was as if, in his estimation, the lives of these disciples were no more significant than those of mere ants.

He traversed the blood-laden pool with an unhurried gait, arriving at the nexus of the altar, standing as silent and still as a stone effigy.

The Gray Robe was the first to reach him, conveying his helplessness with a shake of his head, closely followed by the Red Robe, who mirrored the gesture.

The White Robe arrived last; removing her hood, she revealed a countenance of gentle features, her brow furrowed as she regarded Chen Yuan with a moment of quiet indecision.

However, before any words could be spoken,

accompanied by the resonant chime of a bell emanating from the center of the blood pool, all the disciples, engrossed in their crucible of heart and spirit, abruptly opened their eyes.

It was the stroke of midnight, the appointed hour for the Holy Son’s descent.

Buzz buzz buzz!!!

Waves of potent faith surged forth from the disciples, and the vivid visages of the Tri-Deity appeared poised to emerge from this collective devotion, ready to descend in their full glory.

In any preceding era, such an outpouring of faith during a Holy Son's arrival would have filled Chen Yuan and the Archbishops with elation.

But this time was profoundly different…

This faith, fueled by fervent devotion, had transcended all bounds; should the Holy Son descend, this unchecked power would propel the Tri-Deity Cult to unprecedented heights. Conversely, if the descent faltered, the faith would shatter, recoil, unleash its fury upon the Cult, and in a single, cataclysmic instant, the vast Tri-Deity Cult would be utterly annihilated…

"The world is but a void, all realms endure suffering, may our Tri-Deity grant liberation to all souls!!"

Chen Yuan stretched his arms, his voice profound and sacred, as if truly communing with the divine, speaking with measured cadence.

A resounding chorus erupted from all the disciples who followed his lead.

In that instant, the Power of Faith surged forth like an all-consuming tide, engulfing the entire temple.

A scarlet luminescence bathed the hall, the bloody radiance exuding an ineffable sanctity.

Innumerable currents of faith began to flow towards the altar.

A smile graced Chen Yuan’s lips, yet his eyes held an unnerving coldness; the Archbishops were acutely aware that the Holy Son's descent was still not manifesting...

Meanwhile, just beyond the hall's confines, formidable warriors whose visages were veiled in mist stood in silent anticipation.

They represented the paramount and singular entities within the Three Deceits Cult, devoid of faith or independent thought, embodying only pure killing intent, bound to Chen Yuan and solely responsive to the Sect Leader's command.

Once the gates of slaughter were unleashed, any being would be reduced to a soul claimed by their unyielding blades.

This grim fate extended even to all the senior disciples!!

Their murderous intent remained unconcealed, yet the disciples, already shrouded in their fervent faith, were utterly oblivious to the looming threat.

The unbridled ardor of their faith and the eager expectation of the Holy Son's arrival propelled them into a state of complete rapture.

They chanted their doctrines with wild abandon, their gazes fixed with frantic intensity upon the altar.

Yet, amidst this fervent devotion, a small contingent of disciples, while projecting outward fanaticism, possessed eyes that held a discernible clarity deep within, even betraying a hint of contempt.

These individuals communicated through a unique resonance of faith, seamlessly integrated into the Tri-Deity faith, undetected even by Chen Yuan.

They were the Doomsday Believers, meticulously nurtured by the Hua family brothers.

After being granted salvation by Su Tu, they had subtly cultivated adherents within the Three Deceits Cult. Su Tu's capacity for reincarnation through faith paved the way for the brothers' leadership.

"Something feels amiss; there’s killing intent lurking outside!"

A Heart Disciple conveyed with urgent alarm.

"It is hardly surprising. They are naught but three false deities. Before the Venerable God's arrival, they might have dared to reveal themselves, but with the Venerable God's descent imminent, such false gods would naturally recoil. Should the Holy Son fail to materialize, the faith will undoubtedly falter. Consequently, the Three Deceits Cult will be utterly decimated. That individual, Chen Yuan, has clung to the Three Deceits Cult for a millennium; he certainly comprehends the necessity of severing limbs for survival." Hua Yun transmitted via faith resonance.

"Indeed, he has severed quite sufficiently, leaving only the head. The scriptures dictate that by the third 'ke' of midnight, the Holy Son shall descend; ere long, this very place shall transform into Purgatory!" Hua Yu responded.

"Divine Envoys, what course of action should we take??"

"Should we evade them??"

A disciple posed the question.

Upon hearing this, Hua Yun's eyes flashed with unyielding conviction, betraying no hesitation: "Evade? Why should the True God deign to evade false gods!!"

"If the false gods refuse to descend, we shall imbue the heavens with blood, enlightening these fools that the world recognizes but one True God, and that singular deity is... the Eternal Venerable God!!"

The eyes of the Doomsday Believers ignited with an intense brilliance.

Within them burned the 'fire' of absolute willingness to sacrifice all for truth, for their God.

Clang! Clang!! Clang!!

As the grand bell tolled thrice, the third 'ke' of midnight arrived, heralding the Holy Son's descent!!

All disciples simultaneously directed their gaze towards the altar, yet... the magnificent spectacle of the Holy Son's arrival did not unfold, replaced only by an immense and profound emptiness.

Instantly, every disciple stood frozen, silent, unprotesting, yet fissures of darkness began to mar the purity of their previously unblemished faith...

Chen Yuan let out a sigh, acknowledging the absence of a miracle; he whispered the command.

"Commence..."

"Prepare to make your move!" The Hua brothers' gazes intensified.

But in the very next moment...

Buzz!!!!

An incandescent radiance, too brilliant for any eye to behold directly, erupted above the altar. A diminutive figure materialized from the void, emerging from nothingness.

The Holy Son... had descended!!