National Guardian's Gone and We're Done

His eyes turned toward the horizon once more as he began to speak slowly. ”Chu He is facing a battle beyond your imagination. Even I would have to treat that power with the utmost caution. If you rush in, not only will you fail to turn the tide, you might even fall into a land of eternal damnation.”

His voice was deep and strong, carrying a mysterious power that compelled everyone to believe his every word.

Hearing Lucifer’s words, Xiao Yu and the others felt a wave of gloom wash over them.

They understood Lucifer wasn’t just being an alarmist. With their current level of strength, joining a battle like that would be no different from throwing an egg against a stone—they would just be throwing their lives away.

But how could they be content to just stand by and watch Chu He struggle alone against that unknown danger?

Silence, like a heavy boulder, settled between them.

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In the Demon Cave, a place shrouded in fear and mystery,

The sky looked as if it were being crushed by a colossal, heavy lead plate. Vast cloud banks, like towering black mountain ranges, were stacked layer upon suffocating layer.

They were packed so tightly together that not a single ray of sunlight could penetrate, plunging the entire region into darkness. This made the land appear all the more sinister and terrifying. A chilling air, like countless tiny ice blades, bored straight into the marrow, sending shivers down the spine.

In this grim atmosphere, which felt as if it could freeze the very soul, a series of dull thuds, like bizarre signals from the depths of darkness, shattered the heart-stopping silence.

The sound was like someone in the endless dark, furiously beating a giant war Drum, each strike making the very air hum.

Listening closer, it also sounded like an evil heart hidden deep within the abyss, beating madly in a horrifying rhythm, over and over,

announcing that something terrible enough to overturn the world was slowly awakening in the depths of this dark abyss.

A strange and restless Life Force, like unseen tentacles hidden in a dark undercurrent, began to spread silently through the terrifying environment,

striking fear into anyone who could sense it, as if pairs of cold eyes were watching from the shadows.

Just as everyone was suffocating under the pressure of this bizarre atmosphere, a beam of light so intense it was nearly blinding pierced the sky. Like an enraged War God, it shot toward the thick, iron-like clouds with do-or-die resolve and a wild, sharp ferocity.

Wherever the light passed, the darkness was torn apart as easily as rotten wood, letting out a teeth-grinding SIZZLE.

In an instant, the cloud layer was violently split open, creating a massive, deep fissure. The gap looked like a hideous wound torn into the earth—a shocking sight that showed no sign of closing.

Within the rift forged by light, a figure slowly emerged.

It was none other than Beckett, an Archbishop of the Bright Holy See. He had previously crossed blades with Xiao Yu, Gao Liceng, and their companions.

He was dressed in a robe as white as snow, which radiated a faint, sacred light. The glow was like the morning sun piercing through a thin mist, making him seem both out of place and incredibly dazzling within the dark Demon Cave.

The lines of his face were as sharp and resolute as if carved by a knife, and his eyes held an innate authority and resolve.

He was the Judge of this Dark World, bearing the mission to dispel the darkness and restore the light.

Meanwhile, from another corner of the Demon Cave, the grand and melodious sound of a Buddhist chant drifted over, flowing like a clear spring through a tranquil mountain valley.

The chant was perfectly synchronized, as if uttered by countless devout believers and monks in unison.

Every syllable was imbued with endless piety and power, carrying a magnificent and grand momentum.

It penetrated the soul’s barriers, echoing endlessly across the dark-shrouded sky.

The sound was like a pair of gentle yet powerful hands, softly caressing the darkness-corroded land, trying to bring it a sliver of peace and solace.

As the chant grew louder, a brilliant golden light, like a meteor streaking across the night sky, plummeted from the distant horizon.

Wherever the light passed, the thick clouds were again forcefully torn open, creating a new fissure. This one shone with a mysterious and captivating radiance, like a golden path to a shore of light.

Within the shining fissure, a powerfully built Arhat manifested.

His face was kind and serene, his eyes filled with boundless wisdom and compassion. In his hand, he steadily held a Pagoda that radiated a seven-colored light.

Every ray of light from this Pagoda contained immense Buddhist Power, twinkling and dancing in the darkness like the most brilliant stars in the night sky.

This was the Tota Arhat.

He floated silently in mid-air. The Buddha’s Light emanating from him and the sacred radiance from Beckett complemented one another, yet within the bizarre environment of the Demon Cave, each also gave off their own unique and powerful aura.

In the space of the Demon Cave, filled with darkness and strangeness, the atmosphere was suffocatingly oppressive.

The heavy clouds were piled up like ink, threatening to collapse at any moment and crush everything in their wake.

The occasional wisps of ghostly light brought no illumination, only adding to the gloom.

The Tota Arhat held the Seven-Colored Pagoda, as if he wielded the most mysterious power in the world.

The Pagoda shimmered with brilliant light, its seven colors like nimble silk threads, weaving and intertwining in a dreamlike display.