The more they oppose, the more it shows that I am doing the right thing-Chapter 539 - 301: Absolutely No Lies_2

On the frontier, An Su had already encountered children of darkness—they had almost been made into sacrificial offerings for the achievements of Kavensis.

Now, they were being raised on the Chenxing family estate.

Every year, nearly ten thousand infants tainted with dark talents were born in the Empire, despised by the Radiance from birth, and most were abandoned, seen as ominous omens; some provincial governments even regularly purged the Dark Sons, at the same time sentencing the families that hid these children to the stake.

The fate of these children of darkness, other than starvation, was to become sacrificial offerings for the Esoteric Sect Followers, for the Mother Goddess of Life favored these children alone.

As the rank of Esoteric Sect Followers increased, so, too, did the quality of the witch hunts by the saints, forming a cyclical industry chain—this phenomenon was somewhat better in central areas, but in some remote churches, it had become an unwritten rule!

And the children of darkness who survived, without exception, all fell into the role of Esoteric Sect Followers. This deepened the people's inherent impressions of the children, solidifying the belief that children of darkness were naturally despised by the Holy Light, inherently evil, with this belief eventually becoming an irrefutable truth.

Cyclical and incessantly plummeting, this was the meaning of Nether.

In this endless cycle of Nether, children of darkness were abandoned, burned, or corrupted, while the Empire's Radiance advanced triumphantly in blood and flesh, ever more resplendent and holy.

But if the Child of the Curse—this child of darkness born of another child of darkness—one day became the Saint Heir of the Radiant Holy See, it would be the greatest challenge and the greatest shock to thirty thousand years of truth. All customs of the Empire, all its Radiance, all its taboos, would be overturned on that day!

It wouldn't be a problem for An Su to become a saint of the Radiant Holy See, or even a deacon, or the Priest Bishop.

The rulers could even seize the opportunity to shout about corruption within the Church, becoming ever darker, controlled by money and connections, advocating that the Radiant Holy See should be taken over by the Royal Family.

Because whether it be deacons or bishops, these holy positions are chosen by people.

Only the Saint Heir cannot,

Only An Su cannot become the Saint Heir, because the Saint Heir is chosen by the gods!

If even the Child of the Curse can be loved by the gods, then how can the children of darkness be inherently wicked from birth?

If all this were to be overturned, could the evil they had inflicted upon the children of darkness in the past still be crowned with the mantle of 'Justice'?

The deep black night shrouded the plains of Farol, and the silver moonlight fell as if cloaked in a thin layer of frost. Across the thirteen provinces and four autonomous regions of the Empire, countless eyes were fixed on the Imperial Capital, on the Ceremony Hall of the Radiant First Cathedral, with anticipation or hatred or anxiety. They widened their eyes and held their breaths, watching the gray-haired youth on the thousandfold steps.

"Huff, huff, huff..."

With downcast eyes, An Su slowly raised his head from the sea of light, staring at the invisible Little Saintess. He could no longer hear the Little Saintess's breath, nor could he smell the astringent scent of blueberry, so An Su helplessly revealed a smile.

"Idiot," he cursed.

An Su was not favored by the Radiance, nor loved by the Radiant Goddess.

However, the Mother Goddesses subordinate to the Esoteric Sect were very fond of An Su.

From beginning to end, it was Luojia who the Radiant Goddess favored, all this Holy Light came for her sake.

But she willingly bet her life as the price, concealing her form in the shadows, pushing An Su, the Child of the Curse, onto the stage of Radiance. Giving all the Radiance to An Su, making him the Saint Heir of Radiance, was all to prove to the world—or perhaps, to lie to the whole world—that even the Child of the Curse could be loved by the Holy Light.

Thus, the children of darkness were not inherently sinful,

But were made sinful by the world.

This was the dream of Luoja Faust, a pure white dream born in the darkest frontier church, "a star to illuminate the future of Nether."

"You really love to lie," An Su said with a mocking smile, "I was born a villain, and I am not cherished by the Radiant Goddess either, you are deceiving the whole world."

Luojia Faust was always a good child who never lied, an exemplary student who always obeyed the rules, yet now one lie seemed to be deceiving the entire world.

There was no sound from the other end of the scepter.

So far, the pinnacle of demigod imperial might had only appeared for a few seconds, but in the spiritual world of mortals, it felt like years, the pure white radiance being gradually extinguished, as if dragged into the secular earth by that golden scepter. Countless rules, countless commonsense, countless orders became countless shackles, binding it, wearing down its brilliance to nothingness.

An Su waited for quite a while, and still no sound came from the other end of the scepter.

If Luojia didn't continue the chant of the oath, the coronation ceremony could not proceed.

An Su could resist the oppressive force of a demigod's imperial might. Even if he couldn't defeat it, he wouldn't be overwhelmed, for An Su's soul had undergone over twenty thousand baptisms in the River of Life, compared to the agony of the life source, imperial might was but a splash.

But Luojia couldn't.

"Child of the Curse, get off the stairs, this is not your place,"

Prince Tai Rui's calm voice reached An Su's ears via telepathy, "You lowly and filthy cursed commoner… should not exist in this world! You, a thief of honor and dignity, shall not receive the Goddess' favor!"

He squinted his eyes slightly, gazing down upon the borderlands' scum with the eyes of a lion. The whooshing cold wind made the Prince's golden kite robes flutter with a rustling sound. He slowly raised his right hand from the luxurious draped shawl, making a forward motion as if seizing the scepter of the world. As he pressed down, that scepter fell upon the royal realm!

"No god will love you; you're like the contemptible foundling next to you, full of lies!"

An Su felt his spiritual world being rapidly torn apart; the grey-white firmament was ripped to shreds by the scepter, torn into strands and fragments. The souls of saints and demigods were separated by an insurmountable chasm, let alone when the latter also happened to be the primary heir to the imperial power.

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"Commoner, kneel!"

Blood seeped from the corners of An Su's mouth, his dark blue eyes also misted with a blood haze. He looked toward the other end of the scepter, to the place in the hall where the Holy Light converged. There was no response from the other end of the scepter; Luojia's presence could no longer be sensed by An Su. The slightly tart sweetness of blueberries was now fully masked by the scent of iron. It looked like they had failed.

An Su still had some strength left, but Luojia could not hold on any longer.

An Su could no longer feel Luojia's presence. He couldn't see her, nor hear her voice, unaware of her life or death.

She could not hold her body up any longer, leaning towards the other side, losing her balance, as if truly about to kneel to imperial power—

Under the watchful eyes of all, the light of the entire hall then fell into the arms of An Su Moningsta.

An Su was somewhat stunned; he lowered his gaze, subconsciously touching his lips, where there lingered a hint of fragrance—

Cool and slightly tart, yet sweet, as if the sun's warmth in the afternoon, the late snow on the eaves still unthawed, carrying the scent of iron and blood,

The taste of the blueberry cake.

"You can smell my scent now, can't you…"

"I haven't lost yet."

The light was very close to An Su; under Merlin's magic, he couldn't see her face, her expression, her eyes. Perhaps she was smiling, or perhaps it was only after being enveloped in light that the Little Saintess found the courage to do so,

"Mr. An Su,"

"I am a bad child who loves to lie. I've told many lies."

She whispered in An Su's ear,

"But the fact that you are loved—"

—"is no lie at all."

[You have attracted the attention of the Radiant Goddess!]

"Slovenly girl."

An Su cradled the Holy Light, he checked for Luojia's breathing.

"Eating cake without rinsing your mouth."

He paused again, then slowly lifted his gaze, looking towards Prince Tai Rui.

From An Su's spiritual world, the gray-white sky that had been torn apart by royal power revealed its core – a drop of ceaseless life surge, a strand of dark blue flame as hot as a star. Amid the unending, vast Holy Light in his arms, the fire began to rise, the river began to flow. Flame intertwined with the stream of life, the river was the life of the stars, the flame was the core of their burning, and light was the proof of their existence. If these three were present, it was the world!

The gray-white spiritual sky was illuminated by a newly born Chenxing.

In front of Prince Tai Rui's eyes, that strand of flame kept rising, spreading, turning into a wildfire!

To Tai Rui's horror, he discovered that flame was akin to the Sun's Flame! It was of the same origin as the Sun Flame!

Who gave that to An Su!?