Chapter 115: The Final Judgment of the Apocalypse (Trilogy Combined)

“Knock! Knock!”
A craftsman struck the church door with a hammer.
A long scroll displayed twenty-seven theses. All the bishops gazed upon them, their attention drawn foremost to the topmost assertion.
“The Roman Church is never in error.”
Each subsequent point sent shivers through the assembled clergy.
The Pope held the power to depose or appoint any bishop; the Pope wielded authority over all.
This power pressed upon the universe like a domain, compressing the sun and moon, tilting heaven and earth; its force resembled the collision of worlds, stirring the eight directions and shaking the cosmos.
The flow of true energy was agonizingly slow, every step met with palpable resistance. Threads of internal breath radiated from seven points like an intricate spiderweb, sealing Shen Tianyi’s dantian completely. The Seven-Star Vein Lock was truly a supreme technique.
This time, Zhang Zhaodi had already composed herself and began tidying the sleeping area. Since Jin Xiu bore injuries, she feared disturbing her if they shared the same space. She arranged two chairs side by side to make do for the night.
The move “Winter Plum Blossoms” was originally designed to confuse the opponent with a flurry of sword blossoms, blurring illusion and reality, before delivering a fatal strike.
Xia Ping offered no resistance; in an instant, he left the demon continent and returned to the mortal realm.
“This is the place.” The Life Sustainer spoke to a reef shaped like a cave, then his phantom shimmered and vanished into the stone, his very aura dissipating.
Of course, Green Lotus said none of this; since Yu Feng asked her to come care for someone, all she needed to do was see to that person’s wellbeing.
Having learned of Masaru Shinguji’s affairs, Shen Yan’s attitude softened, his tone no longer so harsh.
“Seeking death!” The black staff hurled furiously toward Nicole, but this time, the blow struck her down instantly.
"What on earth, why is there such dense fog?" Zhang Jin looked over the pale land with frustration and helplessness. “What can be done now?” Setting down the tent flap, he returned to camp. After much thought, he issued an order: all generals were to gather at the command post and await news from Puan.
Xia Yan likely guarded against her, yet she was unaware that she had set a formation here three years prior, though it remained unactivated.
“I come from Tianyu. There is no need to trouble the Crown Prince with this matter,” Gu Qingcheng declared as she left the Crown Prince’s residence.
In the past, according to custom, Rong Mu would have dismissed all her personal maids.
A simple remark of a doctor’s concern for a patient, once heard by others, became distorted: Lu Yaoniang was gravely ill with consumption, confirmed by the presence of a divine healer.
If this continued, how could she endure? Without spiritual energy protecting her, exhaustion was inevitable; traveling thus was a sheer waste of strength.
Time passed, day and night cycling. When a red glow appeared on the distant horizon, the generals had already taken up their duties and busied themselves. Wang Lai led the townsfolk to chop wood and draw water; Gao Yu commanded soldiers to set up tents; Li Huan and Sun Kai led a small group stealthily out of the city, advancing toward the enemy’s position.
How laughable—Yan Qingyuan once said that only the Hu family in the entire Xiang residence truly supported Ning Wei. Even his own birth mother, Madam Li, harbored other designs.
After dinner, Wu Guang returned to our courtyard once more. I served them tea, but Ren Qianchang, sitting on the sofa, did not glance at Wu Guang. Instead, he fixated on the materials about the private Beijing exhibition.
“Very well, I’ll go gather some dry firewood. Tonight, we’ll have grilled fish!” Feng Shitian smiled.
Wang Yue and Li Mingshan conferred briefly, agreeing on a gentleman’s pact—no treachery behind each other’s backs. Yet if an opportunity arose, neither would hesitate to escort the other on his final journey and settle a grudge.