Chapter 1045: Chapter 1047: The Old Priest’s Visit

Puff!

A hand emerged from the earth, and a figure with blank eyes sat up, hitting the bumper of a scrap car with a clang, and then lay back down.

This figure was the Wanderer.

“What in the world…”

The Wanderer took two minutes to figure out that it was Lin Zheyuan who had buried him here.

He understood that Lin Zheyuan did this to protect him, but wouldn’t a small motel have sufficed? Even just being stuffed in the trunk of a car would have been better.

There was no need to make it look like he was being buried alive, with at least a dozen wrecked cars piled on top.

For an ordinary person, this would be murder.

Then he received a message from Lin Zheyuan, realizing that a significant backup had arrived, so he painstakingly pushed the cars aside, emptied the dirt from his underwear and shoes, and limped towards the rendezvous point with his broken arm.

The Wanderer originally intended to use this trip to undergo a transformation.

He no longer wanted to hunt demons by wandering around; he wanted to cooperate with others.

But after this incident, cooperation? There’s no such thing; it’s safer to hunt demons on his own.

…

Li Natuo woke up in a small jeep, and seeing the people around him, he knew he had safely passed through the battle for the Cup of Divine Blood.

However, he was too seriously injured before, and now he couldn’t even lift his arm.

But Li Natuo was not discouraged; as long as he was alive, he had infinite possibilities.

The previous battle brought him many benefits, and once his strength recovered, he could gain far more power than he currently had.

Li Natuo had a crazy obsession with battles and his own power.

When he was young, his family was killed by monsters, and he hid in a wardrobe, not daring to make a sound.

After being rescued, Li Natuo sank into self-blame.

He thought his parents’ deaths were due to his cowardice and weakness, so after becoming a superpower user, he frantically pursued combat.

His teacher, a Demon Hunter at the Upper Order Realm, feared that if he continued like this, Li Natuo would one day suffer a mental breakdown, so he arranged for him to travel and relax, but unexpectedly, he got involved in the far more dangerous battle for the Cup of Divine Blood.

…

Lin Zheyuan arrived in a city beside the Holy City, walking up the old stairs with his hands behind his back.

Standing in front of a door, he took a deep breath, gently knocked three times, then knocked twice harder.

He then heard footsteps inside, and with bloodshot eyes, Miao Xinyi opened the door. Seeing Lin Zheyuan unharmed, she immediately burst into tears and threw herself into his arms.

“I thought you wouldn’t come back.”

As a Supporter, Miao Xinyi could understand how dangerous this incident was, so she had already prepared for the worst outcome.

Lin Zheyuan gently patted Miao Xinyi’s back, then softly pushed her away and took out a bouquet of flowers with his other hand.

“Why did you buy this?” Miao Xinyi blushed a little.

Lin Zheyuan scratched his head, “I seem to have never given you flowers. Both you and I have always been too busy with work, which caused us to miss many things that normal couples have.”

“For the next few days, we’ll stay here and not go anywhere. I’ll make up for all the things we missed between us.”

“And after…”

What happens after that, Lin Zheyuan didn’t say, and Miao Xinyi didn’t ask.

Because Lin Zheyuan would become a Ranger, and the opportunities for them to meet would become less frequent.

Miao Xinyi never said it before, but she actually had some objections to Lin Zheyuan’s decision. She only wanted Lin Zheyuan to live a peaceful life.

But after this incident, she could only silently support him.

Because those monsters, those abnormal events, wouldn’t stop bothering them just because they wanted a normal life.

Someone must fight, someone must bleed and sacrifice, for the rest to live a happy and comforting life.

Sifumo and Ishna returned to the Capital District after exchanging information.

Ye Wen followed Ishna to Baidiya.

She came to the Dongyou Region this time just to meet her idol… oh, no, it was to train under Ishna.

Ye Haimo had asked Ishna to give Ye Wen some guidance to help her grow rapidly.

…

Wen Wen released his black plane from the Sanctuary, preparing to have Three Cubs take them directly to the ritual site.

Just as he was about to close the hatch, he saw an old hand placed on the door, and the Custodian Badge on his chest was burning hot, indicating that the person before him was extremely dangerous.

An Old Priest, leaning on a cane, slowly walked onto the plane and made eye contact with Wen Wen.

Not knowing if the person before him was a friend or foe, Wen Wen didn’t react for now, just frowned and stared at this frail old man.

“You… are from the Sanctuary, aren’t you?”

The Old Priest spoke very calmly, but to Wen Wen, it was like a thunderclap out of thin air.

‘How does he know… Could this Old Priest be a former prisoner of the Sanctuary?’

“No need to overthink, living long enough, you eventually learn things others don’t know.”

The Old Priest gave Wen Wen a questioning look, and after receiving Wen Wen’s permission, he leaned on his cane and sat down in the plane’s seat.

“What do you intend to do? I have nothing to do with the destruction of the Holy City, and if you’ve come for compensation, I don’t have a single penny,” Wen Wen said warily as he looked at the old man.

The Old Priest shook his head, “He and I are old friends, and I’m not here for the Glory Church. The Cup of Divine Blood is in your possession; could you show it to me?”

Wen Wen furrowed his brows even more tightly. How did this old codger know the Cup of Divine Blood was in his possession?

Every bit of power absorbed by the Sanctuary would leave behind a fragment, and once fully absorbed, the remaining fragments would automatically form a cup shape.

This cup was still sitting in the Sanctuary; Wen Wen hadn’t had a chance to study it yet.

The Old Priest smiled and said, “Young man, if you have doubts, why not ask Mr. Mo Gong; he’ll give you the answers.”

Wen Wen communicated with Mo Gong and only received a three-word reply.

‘Trust him.’

After thinking for a moment, Wen Wen reluctantly took out the Cup of Divine Blood.

The Cup of Divine Blood, devoid of all divine blood, looked like a golden cup inlaid with gems.

But Wen Wen could feel an uncomfortable aura emanating from the cup.

The Old Priest ran his rough hand over the Cup of Divine Blood and then suddenly exerted his strength.

Terrifying energy gathered from all directions, converging on this small cup.

But the strength between the Old Priest’s hands far exceeded the combined total of a normal Catastrophe Level’s powers!

The sky trembled, the earth shook, and just by looking at the Old Priest’s hands, Wen Wen could feel his spirit being overwhelmed by the excessive energy.

Such an enormous power, when condensed in his hands, should have naturally dispersed and destroyed everything around it.

Yet not even a single blade of grass nearby broke; instead, its life force became even more vigorous…