LIGHTNOVELWORLD Chapter 288: This strike was unstoppable!
The next morning, when Sylvia appeared before the sacred icon, everyone knew.
The journey to the Sepulcher of the Sacred was finally about to begin!
In an instant, half of the powerful elders and soldiers of the Sky Sanctuary stood in solemn formation, respectfully gazing at Sylvia.
"Follow me."
With a voice that carried the cold authority of the Holy Emperor, Elder Turner bowed deeply and responded loudly, "Yes!"
Immediately, everyone rose into the air, following Sylvia.
Above the Sky Sanctuary, the clouds swirled and drifted.
Behind the goddess, countless people stood in reverence, slowly heading toward the Sepulcher of the Sacred.
However, there was a small interruption along the way.
Timothy took a moment to head into the woods of the Desolate Wastes, where he found Azura, teary-eyed and on the verge of crying, and led her back to the clouds.
Poor Azura had been forgotten and tied up there for two whole days.
In those two days, not only had she not had any Golden Scale Dragon Carp to eat, but she hadn't even seen a single person.
You couldn't really blame her—any dragon in her place would probably be crying too.
"Waaah, this is too much! This is dragon abuse!"
Azura looked pitifully at Timothy. "I need Golden Scale Dragon Carp!"
"We just got to Ocean's Gate. You don't want to get indigestion, do you? We'll talk about it after we get back from the Sepulcher of the Sacred," Timothy replied, shutting her down without hesitation.
"This is so unfair! You ride me all day and night, and you don't even feed me! This is exploitation!"
Even after arriving at Ocean's Gate, Azura's tears didn't stop flowing...
It wasn't until Timothy promised that he might reward her with Golden Scale Dragon Carp once his strength improved that she finally stopped sobbing.
The cloud Sylvia was riding moved incredibly fast, and before long, the scenery ahead began to change.
Everyone could clearly see a vast mountain range stretching endlessly before them.
It seemed to come from one horizon and extend all the way to the other.
The peaks stretched on without end.
But in the center of the range, there was a massive, gaping fissure.
It looked as though it had been cleaved open by a single sword stroke.
The gap was narrow and steep, towering into the clouds.
This fissure stood there like a gate, shrouded in mist, exuding an imposing and untouchable aura.
It felt as though beyond this gap lay an entirely different world.
In the past, gazing upon this sacred and awe-inspiring sight, many would have bowed in reverence, paying their respects to the Holy Emperors buried here.
But now, many practitioners could faintly sense the scent of blood emanating from within the Sepulcher of the Sacred.
Though the smell was faint, it carried an eerie feeling that sent chills down their spines, making them want to turn back.
It seemed that the once-revered Sepulcher of the Sacred had indeed become a place of unpredictable danger.
At the entrance to the Sepulcher, many practitioners had already gathered.
There were beautiful female practitioners and muscular, battle-hardened male practitioners.
Most of the practitioners who had come here were elites from various sects and schools.
Among them, almost none were below the Mystic Core level.
Holy Maiden Aeliana, Holy Emperor Luminis, and Holy Emperor Earthshard had also arrived, each leading their respective forces.
When Sylvia arrived, all eyes turned toward her.
Her light blue dress fluttered gently as she walked step by step toward the Sepulcher of the Sacred.
For most, this was their first time seeing Goddess Sylvia up close.
The cold, dignified aura she exuded made them feel even more reverent than before.
Guarding the entrance to the Sepulcher of the Sacred was a chain forged from thirty-six golden locks.
Ancient and mysterious patterns flowed across the chain, making it seem as immovable as a mountain.
The chain forged from thirty-six golden locks was originally meant to guard the Sepulcher of the Sacred, as if to prevent any evildoers from entering. But now, the chain was covered in a faint, eerie red glow.
With this strange blood-colored light enveloping it, no one could break through the chain and enter.
But in front of everyone's eyes, Sylvia raised a wooden sword.
Behind her, another crimson wooden sword slowly appeared.
Many knew that Goddess Sylvia's weapon of choice was a wooden sword. But very few were aware that the one glowing with a red light was her most powerful sword.
And at this moment, it was that very sword she held in her hand.
The crimson wooden sword gleamed like a ruby. It had a simple elegance, yet there was a certain purity to its beauty. Experience tales with empire
A gentle breeze blew, causing Sylvia's hair to sway slightly. Her ethereal figure, standing apart from the world, radiated a cold, distant aura.
A faint chill spread out around her, and just standing nearby was enough to make people feel a deep sense of awe.
The sword had yet to strike, but its power was already palpable!
This was the Goddess Sylvia, ruler of the Sky Sanctuary!
It was hard to imagine any other woman in the world who could exude such cold majesty.
No wonder she was indifferent to love, having written The Uselessness of Spiritual Partners.
As countless people gazed at her breathtaking figure, they couldn't help but feel a deep reverence.
At that moment, the red glow from her sword intensified.
The cold authority of the Holy Emperor that Sylvia exuded suddenly sharpened, and her aura shifted dramatically.
With one strike!
Crack!
In the stunned silence of the crowd, the practitioners from all directions watched in disbelief.
The sword's light was sharp, as if it could cut through anything in the world.
Its majesty was overwhelming, like a force descending from the heavens.
This strike was unstoppable!
The thirty-six golden locks, engraved with countless ancient runes and symbols, had guarded the Sepulcher of the Sacred for who knows how many years.
But under this single strike...
Snap!
They shattered in an instant!
The golden locks fell to the ground, and the entrance to the Sepulcher of the Sacred was now fully revealed.
"So this is the power of Goddess Sylvia!"
A wave of astonished murmurs rippled through the crowd.
Many had already held her in awe.
But it wasn't until this moment that they truly understood—Goddess Sylvia's strength had long surpassed the peak of any Holy Emperor.
The power and momentum behind that strike were something no other Holy Emperor could hope to match!
"Goddess Sylvia's strength is something I can respect."
Even Holy Emperor Luminis couldn't help but nod as he watched the scene unfold.
Though he had his grudges with Timothy, his opinion of Sylvia had never wavered.
"He mocked me for being a virgin, for not having a girlfriend. Ridiculous! As if he has one herself!"
As if venting his frustration, Holy Emperor Luminis let out a cold snort.
His gaze unintentionally drifted toward Timothy.
But at that very moment, he noticed something unexpected.
The cold, proud Goddess Sylvia, who had seemed to ignore everyone since arriving at the Sepulcher of the Sacred, was now looking at Timothy.
And in her gaze, there was...!