Chapter 325: Section 113: Am I the Child of Prophecy?
Rumble…
The temple was collapsing even more, and even within the underwater corridor near the core, huge stones were falling.
The Fishman youth and Mei Lan, the High Priest, had no choice but to dodge these falling objects while moving forward.
“High Priest, what should we do now?” the youth asked the High Priest.
The High Priest comforted the Fishman youth, “Don’t worry, we have long prepared for this.”
The Fishman youth’s heart steadied slightly.
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Indeed.
Even if the Charming Blue God’s true form had fallen into a coma, His followers would have considered such a scenario.
After all, as the Charming Blue Divine Sect expanded autonomously within its Divine Domain, rumors and hearsay about the Sky Pillar Sea Eye would only increase. It was certain that the Charming Blue God’s side would be prepared for “the day when the Empire’s gods laid siege.”
Compared to that situation, the current attack by the Barbarian legend seemed less severe.
But to the youth’s surprise, the High Priest then said, “The most powerful person in the Divine Guard Army is me. I will impersonate our lord using His divine throne to resist the Barbarian legend. Next, Divine Son, you will need to take the divine form and quietly evacuate from here.”
Fishman youth: ?!
This was the so-called contingency plan?
“But wait…” The Fishman youth’s thoughts raced, considering that if they were besieged by the Empire’s gods, although the Charming Blue Divine Sect was powerful, it was only so in comparison to entities like the Justice Pirate Group. Against the Empire’s gods, the Charming Blue Divine Sect was no match.
Therefore, retreat was the only option.
The Fishman youth’s mind stirred again: “Are you saying we’re going to fake death and escape again?”
The High Priest looked at the youth with even more admiration in her eyes, “Divine Son, you guessed correctly. My mission is to sacrifice myself for our lord, as foretold by the Prophecy.”
“Wait a minute, High Priest, do you really trust me that much?” The Fishman youth felt very strange.
He came here to steal divine power.
The rough plan was to capture a few Divine Officers and followers of the Charming Blue God and steal their divine power to replenish the ‘Mermaid’s Fairy Tale.’
Of course, there was a further plan.
That was to create an opportunity to make Cang Xu become a Desecration Priest. In this way, they could steal the Charming Blue God’s divine power for a long time.
In other words, the Justice Pirate Group was the enemy of the Charming Blue Divine Sect.
But due to the mutation of the Blood Core, the disguise using Pearl Bubble, and a series of fortunate accidents, the Fishman youth had infiltrated the enemy ranks and even its upper echelons.
The Fishman youth received high expectations and generosity from the High Priest.
Normally speaking, even if the bloodline concentration was sufficient, it would not warrant such trust from a sect’s High Priest in a stranger Fishman.
Confronted with the youth’s confusion, the High Priest laughed heartily, “Everything is within the Prophecy. Look!”
The High Priest pointed ahead.
Directly ahead was the most central part of the temple.
There stood a grand gate.
On the facade of the gate was a huge mural.
The style of the mural was like those the Justice Pirate Group had seen in other temple murals.
The main subject of the mural was a massive throne like an open clamshell.
A Naga female with a face full of piety was walking towards the clamshell.
And in a corner, a Fishman holding the Charming Blue Goddess was quickly moving away from the clamshell throne.
The enemies were depicted as vague shadows of light, all attracted to the throne and the Naga female, with none noticing the Fishman and the Charming Blue Goddess escaping.
The High Priest spoke again, “This is the content of the Prophecy, and it is true to life. The Prophecy states that a Divine Son will emerge to lead our lord out of danger. The Fishman in the mural is you, you are the Child of Prophecy!”
The Fishman youth was greatly shaken.
He couldn’t help thinking, “Could all my actions have been foreseen by the gods?”
Gods are omnipotent!
The Charming Blue God’s main Divine Power was deception and disguise, but the Prophecy was also within His scope of abilities.
But soon enough, the youth calmed down.
“No, the Fishman image in the mural is also very vague and does not resemble me.”
“Also, the Fishman image only has typical Fishman features; even the Divine Bloodline is unclear.”
“So, the Fishman in the painting may not be me.”
“This can actually be inferred.”
“With the presence of Holy Water and the trials of the Fish God, even if the potential of the Fishman Race is low, there should still be a Fishman emerging with a Divine Bloodline.”
“After all, the concentration of the Divine Bloodline was not detailed in the Prophecy.”
“As for why the High Priest sacrificially attracts the enemies for the Charming Blue God… Perhaps after the Prophecy appeared, the Charming Blue Divine Sect specifically chose the Naga females as High Priests?”
“And it might not necessarily be the High Priest. From what I’ve seen, many of the Divine Officers are Naga females.”
The Fishman youth reasoned within his heart.
Nevertheless, his state of mind was still disrupted by the Prophecy.
He and the High Priest arrived at the gate.
The High Priest’s body sparkled with the light of Divine Power as she pushed the grand doors open forcefully.
The gate seemed very heavy, slowly opening just a crack wide enough for one person to enter or exit.
After the two entered, the High Priest immediately closed the gate again.
“This is the most core area of the Underwater Temple,” the Fishman youth quickly surveyed his surroundings.
There were three huge pillars here, carved and polished from deep blue stone.
In the center of the pillars, there was a massive seashell.
The shell was the color of silver, shut tight, and not yet open.
“Is the Charming Blue Goddess slumbering inside here?” The thought made the Fishman youth’s heart pound uncontrollably.
Honestly, this was totally unexpected.
He had never thought he’d come face-to-face with a deity!
Stealing a bit of Divine Power to replenish the Divine Artifact was sufficient. That was the common understanding among all survivors.
“My Lord!” The High Priest approached the seashell and immediately knelt down.
Her body flickered with Divine Light, and the seashell also shone, reflecting the light from one another.
The Fishman youth was about to feign kneeling when, at that moment, the seashell began to slowly open.
Instantly, the overwhelming divine presence, like an invisible tsunami, flooded the minds of both the youth and the High Priest.
Tears streamed down the High Priest’s face, and her Divine Power was swiftly replenished.
The Fishman youth’s body also began to glow as if he had received the goddess’s approval.
“The Pearl Bubble is rapidly depleting!” The Fishman youth, who had pressed the Pearl Bubble under his tongue, immediately noticed this and grew tense.
What would his fate be if the Pearl Bubble was completely consumed?
With such profound divine presence, the youth immediately realized: even a grievously wounded Charming Blue Goddess was not something he could confront!
“Let alone lifting a finger, perhaps even a gentle breath from the goddess could obliterate me instantly, right?”
The Fishman youth deeply perceived the gap between himself and the divine.
He forced himself to remain calm and looked inside the shell.
The next moment, his heart skipped a beat as he saw the appearance of the goddess.
The Charming Blue Goddess was a mermaid, with long blue hair cascading down to her waist, rippling like waves. Although her eyes were closed, her features were exquisitely beautiful, stirring the soul irresistibly.
She wore a sheer, transparent pink veil that accentuated her fair skin.
Her beautiful clavicles were faintly visible beneath the thin fabric.
Her breasts stood high, wrapped in a gold shell-shaped bra, creating a deep cleavage. At her waist, her figure dramatically tapered, accentuating her slender, enticing midsection. Below that, it was like mountainous terrain rising proudly.
Her lower half consisted of a long, graceful fishtail, with platinum scales overlapping, shimmering with a rainbow of halos, a feast for the eyes.
She was slumbering, yet her breathing was uneven.
Accompanied by the rumbling collapse of the temple, her brows furrowed slightly, involuntarily eliciting sympathy, a strong impulse to smooth her worries at any cost welling up within.
The Fishman youth began to breathe a little faster, a mix of oppressive reverence and a strong longing rising in his heart.
The High Priest slowly rose to her feet: “Even in slumber, my lord senses the danger lurking. We can’t allow my lord to awaken; although the injuries have improved over the years, they are still very severe. Once awakened, my lord would have to face reality. Despite having the strength to retaliate after awakening, the outcome would undoubtedly be destruction!”
“Divine Son, everything now rests on your shoulders.”
“I…” The responsibility entrusted to the Fishman youth left him somewhat lost for words.
Boom!
Just then, a loud noise echoed as the mural door was suddenly forced open slightly.
“This is the place!” The voice of Cold Sky Splitter Zhao Ya followed immediately.
He held the Truth Divine Pupil, aimed at the mural door.
Unlike other parts of the temple, this mural door clearly had stronger resistance.
“No good! They’ve found this place so quickly,” the High Priest’s complexion changed drastically, her nerves obviously rattled, “What to do now? There’s only one exit from this place, but it’s been blocked.”
Fishman youth: ?!
“Let me handle this!” Another robust voice came through.
The Fishman youth instantly recognized it as the voice of the Divine Domain barbarian who had stood at the prow of the Barbarian Warship.
The six-headed serpent, the Holy Beast of the Charming Blue Divine Sect, had been repelled by this mighty warrior.
Boom!
Another loud noise and the gap in the door widened suddenly, now as wide as a grindstone.
The Fishman youth and the High Priest immediately saw the Divine Domain Barbarian outside the door.
He was grinning from ear to ear, rubbing his hands together: “Tough door!”
Then, the barbarian looked into the door again, muttering, “Why all the mist? Can’t see a thing.”
The faces of the Fishman youth and the High Priest finally relaxed a bit.
But the next moment, Zhao Ya stepped in front of the Barbarian, “Man Zhuang, step aside, let me do this.”
“Yes, sir.” So the Barbarian warrior was called Man Zhuang, and he showed great respect towards the legendary fighter.
Zhao Ya raised the Truth Divine Pupil in his hand, its Divine Light shining through the crack in the door.
The hearts of the Fishman youth and the High Priest tightened once more.