Urban All-Round Master

Chapter 1930 - 1920: The First Pope in Three Thousand Years—Shika

"Listen! Our Barbarians Clan has lived in the Divine Altar Holy Land for hundreds of years. Our Magic Bracelet was taken. It doesn’t matter. I’m still alive. As long as I’m alive, I will fight for our Barbarians Clan even if it costs my life!" The handsome man stepped onto a pile of rocks, faced tens of thousands before him, and passionately declared, "Today, our Barbarians Clan faces the threat of extinction. If we cannot leave here, we will perish. The so-called great faith is custom-made. As long as we protect our Barbarians Clan, one day, our clan’s people will return! The Divine Altar Holy Land belongs to us!""Citizens of Barbarians Clan, I swear to you here. Today’s shame, someday we will make the people of the Bright Church return it!" The handsome man roared loudly, his voice rolling like rumbling thunder, almost exploding in the ears of everyone present at the Divine Altar Forbidden Platform.

Rumble... Rumble... Rumble...

At the Divine Altar Forbidden Platform, tens of thousands simultaneously raised the weapons in their hands, shouting loudly: Barbarians Clan. Barbarians Clan. At this moment, everyone was united; no one dared to doubt the handsome man’s words. Because in their hearts, he was a god. The Guardian God of the Barbarians Clan at the Divine Altar.

After stepping down from the high point, the handsome man’s eyes were filled with excitement. Although Lin Zifeng was unsure if he could manage to overthrow the Bright Church, as long as they’re determined to try, eventually, a battle between the Holy Hall and Bright Church will happen.

In the next two days, all the Barbarians Clan at the Divine Altar Holy Land began their first great migration, tens of thousands carrying their families left the land they had lived in for hundreds of years. Many natives waved tearful goodbyes to their homeland, and some older residents refused to leave, crying as they departed. This farewell, with tens of thousands shedding tears, was inevitable...

The handsome man also shed tears helping them leave peacefully. Lin Zifeng took charge of the rear, preventing the Bright Church’s people from reappearing. Thus, in two days, tens of thousands left the Divine Altar Holy Land, where they had resided for hundreds of years, led by their Clan Leader...

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Over on the Bright Church side, when the upper echelons learned of the destruction of their Death Tomb at the Divine Altar Holy Land, even the Great Pope was shocked.

At that moment, the Bright Pope, draped in a wide Pope Robe, with a Purple War Crown on her head and a mask of Red Crystal Blood Stone, stood in a dark, sunless grand hall. On the Forbidden Platform before her were three giant coffin pits. Yet, there were no coffins in these pits; instead, three coffins were placed underground to be nurtured by the Blood Pond.

Deep in the three coffin pits lay the bodies of the Bright Church’s past three Popes. Although their bodies were decayed beyond recognition, they were kept fresh using blood from the Blood Pond. To nurture them, blood was sourced entirely from Western newborns less than three days old. Each newborn had a bowl of blood drawn three days after birth to ensure survival.

Despite drawing just a bowl of blood from each infant, many died from blood loss.

Thus, the blood in the Blood Pond needed constant replenishment. The Bright Church made enormous efforts in sourcing blood, rewarding donors with the Bright God’s blessing. Consequently, many offered their children daily for such blessings. The Bright Church had existed in the West for thousands of years, deeply ingrained in people’s minds. The Bright God was among the highest revered Western deities...

"Pope, the Pyramid Death Tomb was destroyed. We’ve found some clues. It seems to be an Eastern kid and a Demon Mastiff that had lived for hundreds of years at the Greek Altar. Should we perhaps..."

"No need. I know how to handle it," the Bright Pope, hands behind her back, coldly replied. The elder speaking was one of the Bright Church’s Pharaohs. There were twelve Pharaohs in the Bright Church, nearly all reaching the Eighth Layer Heaven as cultivators, and some even at the Ninth Layer Heaven. This young Bright Church Pope was in her thirties.

Ten years ago, even the combined forces of the Holy War Angel and Undefeated Angel could not defeat her alone! Imagine what achievements this Bright Church’s most formidable Pope of the past three thousand years had reached today, ten years later? Perhaps she had already become a Saint, or embarked on the Transformation Path.

"But..." The Pharaoh’s face twitched, wanted to say more, but was halted.

"Leave it. I understand," the Pope casually waved her hand in dismissal. The Pharaoh wisely nodded, glanced curiously at the three coffin pits. He often saw these pits, yet had never encountered the three Popes. Uncertain of their existence, it was the greatest mystery within the Bright Church, known to none.

No one in the Bright Church had seen the three old Popes, nor could they live long enough to see them, their bodies nurtured in the Blood Pond for centuries.

After the Pharaoh’s departure, the three-thousand-year-old first Pope squinted her eyes in silence for a long time before releasing a breath and letting a flicker of power flash by.

"Shika, since the Death Tomb was destroyed, you must investigate thoroughly. Our time is running short. Without the stored Blood Qi in the Death Tomb, we won’t survive. It’s been so long. Why hasn’t the Pyramid Death Tomb completed yet? Why did it take others destroying it?"

At this moment, the aged voice continuously echoed within the vast, pitch-black hall.

Yet—this three-thousand-year-old first Pope suddenly opened her eyes, coldly staring at the three coffin pits on the black Forbidden Platform, saying nothing. Her gaze growing increasingly icy. She disliked being dictated to, could tolerate it before. But now, she resented being ordered around from above.

Quickly, one of the black coffins on the Forbidden Platform began to slowly rise out of the coffin pit.

The Blood Coffin rose higher and higher, finally all three emerged atop the Forbidden Platform, their surfaces dark red and black, covered in thick blood.

The coffins bore many bizarre patterns, hard to trace the origins of such ancient texts, not a current Western language for sure.

Moreover, the coffin contained Primordial Energy fluctuations, wrapped layer upon layer in Primordial Energy, immensely abundant. If obtained by an average Sub-Saint, it could advance their Realm by at least one level.