World Version Updates-Chapter 470 - 301: Seizing the Initiative, Laying the Plan, Memories of the Past

However, when Lu Yan unveiled the entire plan and displayed that sense of confident strategizing and resolve, all negative emotions eventually faded away, ultimately transforming into an unprecedented, almost fanatical worship.

"At your will..."

Elizabeth took a deep breath, suppressing the tumult in her heart, and responded softly with an extremely resolute tone.

As her words fell, her figure seemed to blend into the shadows, silently disappearing into the depths of the Royal Palace to begin executing Lu Yan's orders.

In the quiet chamber, only Lu Yan remained, gazing off into the distant direction where the Seven Major Gods Church resided, a meaningful smile curling at the corner of his mouth.

Lu Yan took a step, his form seemingly merging into the realm between illusion and reality, stepping into the Underworld Heaven and Earth that lay between life and death.

With the second step, Lu Yan ventured into the Yellow Springs, which bore both the twilight of doom and the dark starlit sky.

Rumble!!!

It seemed like an illusion, yet also felt real.

Just as Lu Yan stepped into the Yellow Springs, within those seven Secret Divine Halls, all the Angel Kings who received the black and gold invitations simultaneously heard a vast and terrifying surge emanating from deep within their souls.

This sound was unlike mundane water; it felt more like a cleansing force from infinitely high dimensions, carrying an aura of washing over all things and ending everything, ruthlessly descending upon the real world.

Next, within their respective Secret Divine Halls, the space began to distort, and a colossal river phantom, profound and deep, appeared out of thin air.

This river was not tangible, existing between illusion and reality, yet it exuded a deathly and apocalyptic aura, as if it penetrated spatial barriers, traversing historical dust and the long river of time, forcibly descending upon these seven secluded and sacred Secret Divine Halls.

The Secret Divine Halls, hidden in the cracks of dimensions within this world, are the core and abode of the power of the Seven Angel Kings. Theoretically, beneath the True God, no one can glimpse their true nature, let alone directly project power within.

Yet Lu Yan achieved this.

Because his previous reversal of bizarre rules to send invitations intrinsically established a link based on rules and causality, allowing him to capture the vague coordinates of those seven Secret Divine Halls.

With these coordinates as a medium, he activated the Water of the Underworld, which had already devoured the enigmatic version of the Nether River, its essence exalted.

The Yellow Springs now long surpassed a simple geographical concept.

Since devouring and fusing with that river, which carried the reincarnation of an ancient civilization, its existence traversed the recorded historical threads of civilization, theoretically able to appear in any location with sufficiently deep traces of civilization or concepts of death.

Even these seemingly transcendent Secret Divine Halls were no exception.

The Seven Angel Kings, whether dignified in form, ethereal in posture, radiant, or concealed in shadow, now silently gazed at the high-dimensional river phantom within the halls, exuding the essence of apocalypse and death, each with different expressions.

The Angel King of the Steam Sect keenly captured the divine court order contained within the Yellow Springs and the traces left across multiple versions.

The Angel King of the Knowledge God Sect glimpsed the history of the Nether River being assimilated by the Yellow Springs and perishing.

The proud Angel King of the Fiery Sun God Sect overlooked the illusory essence of the Yellow Springs, showing a trace of disdain at the corner of his mouth.

The Angel King of the Night Church was indifferent to the Yellow Springs, evidently more curious about Lu Yan behind it.

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But regardless, they all received the invitation, felt the irresistible Power of Rules within it, and saw the Yellow Springs road traversing the Divine Hall.

As beings at the pinnacle beneath the deities, they possess their pride and confidence, unwilling to show weakness in such a silent contest.

Without much hesitation, the Seven Angel Kings almost simultaneously took steps, entering the Yellow Springs existing between illusion and reality.

The next moment, the Water of the Underworld surged forth, instantly engulfing their figures.

The scenery before them rapidly transformed, space-time seemingly stretched infinitely, then abruptly contracted. When the light and shadow stabilized once more, the Seven Angel Kings had left their respective Secret Divine Halls, appearing in a...ruined temple.

In a place Lu Yan dubbed the Yellow Springs Divine Hall, there was no imagined splendor, no diverse myths of the Underworld, nor a hall filled with divine dignity.

What greeted their eyes instead was a desolate, barren sight, marked by the weathering of time and the signs of violent destruction.

The beams and pillars of the entire temple were askew, cobwebs covered it, and the air was laden with thick dust and the scent of decay.

The golden statues within the temple, originally meant to receive offerings, were long shattered, some reduced to mere remnants, and bizarrely, all the statues' faces had become extremely blurred, as if an unseen, powerful force had forcibly erased their defining traits.

On the altar, the plaques that should have been neatly arranged were mostly shattered, scattered across the floor.

The most striking was the central plaque, evidently of the highest importance.

It was not entirely broken, but seemed to have been cleaved nearly in two by a sword carrying supreme sharpness.

The sword mark was smooth and decisive, leaving behind a distressing aura of slaughter.

On the remnant of the cleaved plaque, only a barely discernible, yet still transcendental ancient character could be recognized.

Immortal!

The Seven Angel Kings, who until then maintained a haughty demeanor, upon seeing the fragmentary character Immortal, instantly felt as if they had been plunged into an icy abyss.

Though merely a fragmented word, it seemed to carry the lamentation of an ancient fall, traversing endless space-time to descend here.

"What is this?"

"Immortal? Could it relate to the great ones of the Immortal Martial Era?"

Chaotic information inundated the minds of the Seven Angel Kings, almost instinctively compelling them to suppress their own auras to avoid disturbing the 'Immortal' on the fractured plaque.

Only after redirecting their gaze did they notice Lu Yan calmly seated beneath the dilapidated altar on the lone intact meditation cushion.

Given Lu Yan's current power of condensing the Emperor's Dharma Aspect, conjuring an awe-inspiring Divine Hall within his Underworld Heaven and Earth was no great feat.

Yet Lu Yan needed more than just a Divine Hall; he required a place capable of intimidating these Seven Angel Kings at the pinnacle beneath the deities, a place worthy of his position as Fengdu Envoy.

A Divine Hall constructed purely from his own power would be too weak, easily seen through and ridiculed by these ancient beings.

To construct a truly fitting Divine Hall capable of evoking their dread, the needed level of power and comprehension of rules far exceeded Lu Yan's current reach.

After contemplating, Lu Yan ultimately abandoned the idea of creating things from scratch, turning instead to search his vast memory.

He ultimately chose to use Mediation Creation Great Divine Techniques to recreate a scene from his past memories within the Yellow Springs.

The scene he recreated was precisely the Ancestral Hall of the Taiyi Sect!

The choice was not for its splendor but for the meaning it carried.

Within this seemingly ruined Ancestral Hall, the mysterious first True Inheritor of the Taiyi Sect, with the Eternal World Sword, severed all connections past, present, and future, erasing all causality of the founding patriarch from past space-time, thereby slaying the ancient Taiyi Immortal.

Here, the traces of killing an Immortal remain!

Even a replica of the ruined Ancestral Hall from memory, despite Lu Yan's position and mastery of Mediation Creation Great Divine Techniques, cannot match its essence one tenth, nor replicate the concept of the Taiyi Immortal himself.

But it suffices to intimidate the Seven Angel Kings.

With a gentle wave of his right hand, seven meditation cushions appeared within the Ancestral Hall, Lu Yan spoke with a calm tone:

"Please take a seat!"