Chapter 541: Chapter 36: The Power of the Domain

Misty Forest, Guardian Tower.

The Messiah landed lightly on the luscious soft grass in front of the Guardian Tower. Her bare feet stood still, as if untouched by mortal dust, and even the blades of grass slightly bowed, not daring to defile her in the slightest.

She was no longer that hazy figure of light and shadow, but possessed a clear and perfect form. Her slender figure held an indescribable great power, adorned in a gown woven from pure light, not physical fabric, but flowing, warm golden radiance, gently rippling with her breath, emitting a warm and not dazzling sacred halo.

This halo, like substance, softly expanded outward, tinting the surrounding air with a thin layer of gold, making her appear as if residing in a misty and noble sanctuary.

Her countenance seemed to be the creator’s most perfect masterpiece, exquisite and flawless, emanating a tranquility beyond the mundane. Her features were identical to those of the goddess statue in the church, yet a billion times more vivid and divine than the cold stone sculpture.

Her skin was not the pale of mortals, but a translucent, jade-like texture radiating Holy Light from within, so pure that not even dust could taint it. What was most captivating were her eyes—not the murky amber of an old woman at death’s door, but like molten gold lakes, deep, serene, containing a wisdom that sees through all things and understands the cycles of reincarnation.

As her gaze flowed, there was no deliberate majesty, yet naturally exuding a divine radiance of overseeing and compassionate light toward all beings, causing any soul confronting it to feel their insignificance and have their inner dust illuminated instantly.

She simply stood there quietly, without any redundant movements or words, a vast, warm, utterly pure life and Light Power continuously emanating from her as if it were a tangible tide.

This divine aura was not oppressive, but a silent summons, brushing over every leaf in the forest, making them more vibrant; sweeping across the grassland, every wildflower blossomed with vivid colors instantly; even the invisible motes in the air seemed to cease their chaotic restlessness, becoming calm and peaceful under the glow of this sacred radiance.

Lynch looked at the Messiah before him, evidently a magical creation he crafted himself, yet at this moment, he couldn’t help but feel a surge of reverence in his heart.

The present Messiah was the embodiment of “Light” and “Life”; her existence alone was the most dazzling and undeniable divinity in this Misty Forest, her overflowing sacred aura silently announcing the arrival of a true goddess.

“How do you feel… ma’am?”

Wanting to inquire about the situation, he unconsciously added an honorific.

“Very good.”

The Messiah nodded plainly, her voice soft but naturally containing an undefinable authority.

Her beautiful eyes flickering, a hint of golden flame danced in them. This content belongs to novel_fіre.net

Immediately—

“Swish, swish, swish!”

A sharp wind-breaking sound came from the sky, only to see several figures bathed in radiance swiftly flying toward them.

They were those angels created by Lynch.

These were all works Lynch crafted himself, their every thread of soul mixed with his spiritual power, intended to obey only his commands.

Yet at this moment, an astonishing sight unfolded before Lynch’s eyes.

These personal weapons of his had been summoned by the Messiah, with Gabriel at the forefront directly kneeling.

It was not a single knee to the ground but a profound, sincere double knee prostration! The metal-clad knees sank into the soil, emitting a muffled sound.

Its helmeted head deeply bowed, almost touching the ground, the six radiant wings behind no longer in a combative posture but fully retracted, submissively drooping by the sides like the most humble subjects retracting the symbolic banners of power.

Following that, all other angels, regardless of their number of wings, performed exactly the same action—kneeling on both knees, head deeply bowed, wings drooping. They formed a square glistening with cold metallic luster yet filled with reverence, centered around the Messiah, prostrate on the verdant grass.

They spoke no words, no prayers or hymns. Only the faint trembling of their bodies and the aura radiating warm submission from their core energy sources silently expressed absolute awe and unconditional allegiance.

The aura blended with the golden sacred domain emanating from the Messiah, as even the cold metal seemed to dampen under this radiance, becoming infused with a divine aura.

Lynch was a bit surprised: “You… can control them?”

The Messiah’s voice remained indifferent: “They are embodiments of God’s energy, part of the extension of my will.”

Already evolved to this extent?

He activated his spiritual vision to examine the Messiah’s current strength yet no matter how much he looked, all he saw was a void, as the present Messiah was entirely operating on a different level than him.

He hurriedly opened the system panel, where followers he had spiritual links with could be seen with specific attributes, Messiah was no exception.

Spirit: 1,368,268.

Tut tut tut…

Even though from the beginning he knew Messiah’s strength must be off the charts, yet truly seeing this terrifying attribute still shocked Lynch, over one million spiritual power, what kind of concept was this…

In a certain sense, it was not exaggerated to call her divine.

Haha! This is impressive!

He excitedly attempted to control the nearby Messiah using his spiritual power, wanting to experience the might of a Third-tier Domain.

However, as his spiritual power extended, he felt a sharp pain instantly, not only did his mental will fail to control the Messiah, but was instead blocked by her.

What!

Lynch was taken aback.

A trace of disgust flashed across Messiah’s brows as she displeasedly said: “Do not attempt to manipulate my will with your spiritual power, it’s sacrilege. If you need me to do something, you can directly tell me instead of trying to control me.”

Lynch furrowed his brow.

A magical creation he made himself and yet can’t control?

Should he try again?

Every thread of Soul Power within the Messiah’s soul was blended with his spiritual power; in some sense, her will itself was an embodiment of Lynch’s spirit, if exerted fully, Lynch did not believe he could not control her.

But upon facing her eyes again, Lynch suppressed this notion.

The current Messiah gives off an immense divine glory, truly there’s no way to perform sacrilege in her presence.

Suddenly, deep within Lynch’s heart, a surge of vigilance arose; he seemed to feel he might have accidentally created something incredible, could things get out of his control?

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