Beast Piercing The Heavens

Ye Qinghan had not seen anyone today, because according to the records of the Flame Dragon Sect, today was the Flame Dragon's Day! In front of everyone, Your Majesty Cold Night was incomparably humble, kind, and friendly. The light smile remained on his lips, representing God Of Light scattering his radiance in all directions.    

On the highest level of the church, he sat on the supreme throne, gazing through the canopy at the beautiful night scenery and the clamoring crowd below. He felt so lonely. It felt just like when his first glance descended upon Flame Dragon Continent. So out of place, so lonely, lonely as snow!    

A white figure walked in lightly. There were only five people in this plane who could walk in while being escorted by the high-ranking members of the Church. The person who had come had a head of curly blue hair and eyes like gems. Under the moonlight outside, he appeared extremely charming!    

Pan Duola had Ye Qingyu's eyes that were as pure as water, but he had a peerless appearance that was like fireworks and a proud figure of Yin Ling'er. She looked at Your Majesty Cold Night who was sitting on the throne, saw the undisguised sadness in his eyes, and felt a stab in her heart, it was extremely painful!    

She didn't try to comfort this tyrannical and mysterious man. She just stared at him, accompanying him, hoping that he would feel warmth.    

Ye Qinghan's eyes did not move, he still hid half of his body in the throne. He liked the feeling of loneliness very much, and even though there was one more person, it did not affect him from looking down at the clamor below. His thoughts had already wandered hundreds of millions of miles away. If he went to that place called Secret Realm of Samsara, even if there was one more person by his side, what could it signify?    

As if infected by Ye Qinghan, Pan Duola also felt a sense of loneliness. In this world, she no longer had any loved ones. She would be woken up by nightmares every night until the arrival of this Cold Night Knight. She was wondering if the True Gods really did exist in this world. Otherwise, why would he hear his most devout prayer about a god-like man coming to protect him?    

However, she immediately thought that perhaps this man was sent by the devil, because he had easily bewitched her heart, causing her to inexplicably believe him … I fell in love with him.    

Without realizing it, Ye Qinghan closed his eyes and started to lean on the throne as he fell into a deep sleep. Unconsciously, Pan Duola walked to Ye Qinghan's side, and sat on the large throne, nestling tightly with Ye Qinghan. Two lonely people, sleeping in each other's arms in this lonely night!    

The night was so seductive, so enchanting, and yet so desolate!    

Ye Qinghan did not continue to hang his sorrowful expression on his face. On the second day, after the sunlight shined over the land, he welcomed the people who came to pay their respects to the new Pope with a smile. He had always liked to hide his pain deep within his heart, rather than find someone to tell him that it was the embodiment of a useless man. He believed that men had to walk alone and proudly.    

The Arch-Cardinal Xi Ge of the Alliance's Heavy City had become the newly appointed head of adjudication, while Ai Lisi, who looked cold and gorgeous but looked like a burning flame in bed, had become the Holy See's three great priests! Although this was very outrageous, who would dare to oppose the decree issued by the Your Majesty Cold Night at the height of the sun? No one wanted to be the most loyal dog in the Your Majesty Cold Night, the next target Prince La Deng had to take responsibility of!    

Ai Lisi was scheming and had strength. After refining the Divine Crystal, she could become one of the strongest warriors on the continent. This was the best could do to make up for her effort in bed. With Ai Lisi here, after Pan Duola and the other three maids refining the Divine Crystal, their days should be a little easier!    

Since he had become the Pope, there would be a steady flow of Power Of Light and the black lines would constantly oppress him. After solving this fatal problem, Ye Qinghan's next step would be to find a way home. At this moment, he had to properly organize the things that happened after he left.    

Ye Qinghan then handed over the matters within the Church to Ai Lisi and Xi Ge. Yet he had entered the War Emperor Hall and gone to talk with the great Pope.    

"You heretic, the Archangel is about to descend. Your time is about to end, release the This Emperor immediately, or else your soul will fall into the Shura Sea forever!"    

The next time he saw the Pope, he heard his angry roar. The Pope had been through a tough month. His snow-white hair had turned gray and his eyes were bloodshot. He looked at Ye Qinghan angrily, just like how Ye Qinghan had hooked up his wife and daughter together, and was now him raping them into bed.    

"Pah!"    

He was answered by a resounding slap and two bloody teeth. Ye Qinghan helplessly looked at the Pope who was sent flying a few meters with a single palm. He felt that it was extremely laughable! They had seen stupid people before, but they had never seen such a stupid person. As a prisoner, one must have the awareness to be a prisoner. To still act so arrogantly at this moment, wasn't he looking for a beating?    

"I have a secret technique called Soulsearch, which is to extract your soul and then flip through your memories like a book! I have another way, which is to cut off your face and the obvious parts of your body, then cripple your strength and cut off your tongue. In short, if others can't recognize you, you won't be able to ask for help, and you can only look and not say. After that, after taking you all off, and hanging you by the Holy City's city gate, the last thing I want is for people to … Turn ice water toward your little... En, Old Brother is going to throw a tantrum! Which one do you like? "    

Ye Qinghan walked over, squatting down and smiling, he stared hatefully at the Pope, and said indifferently.    

His voice was emotionless, but after the Pope listened to him, his bloated body began to tremble violently. He screamed out like a male duckling, "Demon, you are the devil, you are the devil king of the Asura Infernal Realm …"    

Two hours later, Ye Qinghan looked down at the crawling Pope and felt a wave of disgust. He admitted that he was not a good person and had also killed before. However, he truly did not kill innocents. As long as others did not provoke him, he would not act rashly. Even if he was acting recklessly, he wouldn't kill the civilians who didn't have any military power. However, the things that the great Pope had told him made Ye Qinghan unable to resist slashing his knife several times … Stab him.    

He walked out of the War Emperor Hall and started to ponder about the Great Prophecy he learned from the Pope, as well as the methods to absorb the power of faith.    

Half a day later, Ye Qinghan suddenly felt his body warming up, his soul feeling extremely comfortable. Because a small portion of the countless threads around the plane were actually moving towards him. Countless streams of pure faith energy slowly entered his body. It caused his spirit to tremble, as if he had returned to the embrace of his mother.    

After comprehending the principles behind the Great Prophecy Technique, Ye Qinghan didn't even bother to cultivate it. This so-called First Secret Art of the Pope was actually borrowing the strength of the Power Of Light from the upper realms to suppress the enemy. This kind of strength was not as easy to control as his own Power Of Light, so Ye Qinghan did not dare to use it to suppress the black line on the Soul Sea.    

Once in a while, there would be a summon from the Upper Realm. Once in Archangel's power, he would have the right to receive the summons and ascend to heaven.    

As for the arrival of the Archangel, Ye Qinghan did not mind that much. This was merely a routine Paradise inspection to ensure that nothing happened to the planes below, and to provide a steady stream of Power Of Light s to the God Of Light. In other words, if a Archangel were to die from exhaustion, that would be the strength of the Sovereign. Since it was hard to speak, he might as well stay here forever!