Chapter 247: Chapter 246: A Hundred Rivers Cannot Overwhelm the Sea

"Your Majesty, the other side has made a move."

An intelligence officer hurried over,

approaching King Sharuk, who was clad in magnificent robes, and spoke respectfully in a low voice, "They’ve dispatched over a dozen helicopters, all loaded with photographs.

The photos are all of that bizarre Evil Spirit Shy One, the one that appeared in the White-Red Empire and caused widespread destruction.

The Shy One originated from the Black Continent Grassland. Chu He was there once, so he must have acquired it from there.

Now they’re using the helicopters to continuously scatter these photos over our White Elephant Empire’s territory,

attempting to trigger the Shy One’s mass-slaughter protocol on a large scale.

Our Defense Team has already been mobilized and is currently collecting the photos to prevent excessive losses."

"They should know the rules for collection, I assume."

King Sharuk’s expression was serene. Upon hearing the news,

he showed no trace of emotion, his gaze fixed the entire time on the towering, tightly shut Divine Hall before them.

"They know," the intelligence officer replied.

The Grand State Preceptor stood at the front,

performing a strange dance while surrounded by numerous followers chanting hymns and pious songs.

The Grand State Preceptor’s face was painted with colorful patterns, adding to his mysterious aura.

The chanting grew louder, and the Grand State Preceptor abruptly stopped moving.

Then, he prostrated himself toward the Divine Hall, his forehead striking the ground heavily.

"It is not the strike of the hammer, but the song and dance of water that makes the pebble perfect!"

"A hundred logs cannot fill a fire pit, and a hundred rivers cannot out-flow the sea."

"An enemy like an unsheathed sword is not to be feared, but one must be wary of a foe disguised as a friend."

The Grand State Preceptor muttered incantations. The eyes of the surrounding followers suddenly glazed over,

and they began to gradually repeat the words he had spoken.

At that very moment, an unprecedented, peculiar sound began to coalesce from within the magnificent Divine Hall.

The sound began like fine glass beads falling onto a jade plate—crisp and distant. Gradually, it converged into a majestic force, like a thousand rivers flowing to the sea, unstoppable.

As the sound surged and swelled, the bricks and stones of the Divine Hall trembled slightly, releasing an ancient and powerful force.

In an instant, the entire Divine Hall was enveloped in a layer of resplendent, seven-colored light. The radiance was so brilliant it could not have been of the mortal world, resembling the first ray of dawn breaking over the horizon, yet it held an endless depth and vastness.

The glowing mist billowed upward like a churning sea of clouds, slowly spreading across the sky and painting it into a flowing, magnificent tapestry.

The myriad colors intertwined and reflected one another, creating a breathtaking beauty.

Amidst this fantastical scene, a Sanskrit chant quietly began to play. It was righteous and solemn, elegant yet clear,

so pure it could wash away all the dust of the world, its sound traveling far and wide, piercing the clouds to reach the deepest corners of the human heart.

Beneath this sacred melody, divine birds of various forms and brilliant plumage emerged from the glowing mist, beating their wings.

Some soared across the sky, while others circled the pinnacle of the Divine Hall. With every gentle unfurling of their wings, they scattered countless tiny specks of light.

It was like a soft waterfall of light, gently landing on the shoulders of every devout follower.

This light seemed to possess a wondrous Magic Power, making one’s entire body feel relaxed and comfortable. All pain and fatigue vanished in that moment, leaving only the tranquility and serenity of the soul.

"My severed leg... it actually grew back!"

"My eyes can see again! So this is how beautiful the world is, how magnificent the Deities are!"

"Deities, these are true Deities!"

The followers and the surrounding crowd were deeply shaken by this sudden miracle.

Without exception, they all fell to their knees in unison, their eyes filled with excitement, fervor, and piety.

Their faces, illuminated by the glowing mist, looked sacred and solemn, and their eyes shone with unprecedented brilliance.

It was a deep reverence for this unknown power, as well as a fervent desire for a better life.

An indescribably rich fragrance filled the air—the sweet scent of faith and hope intertwined, intoxicating the senses.

The divine birds continued to dance gracefully in the glowing mist, their calls weaving perfectly with the Sanskrit chant to form the most moving and magnificent symphony between heaven and earth.

Within this grand symphony, everyone found their place. All sorrow and fear in their hearts were completely replaced by this splendor and beauty.

King Sharuk’s body was also trembling slightly. This was the first time he had felt the miraculous and unfathomable nature of Divine Power.

As the king of the White Elephant Empire, he naturally had no shortage of women; it would be no exaggeration to say he had a harem of three thousand beauties.

This was a king’s due. Thus, Sharuk often spent his nights in revelry, lost in sensual pleasures.

Coupled with his advanced age, his hair had already turned gray, and his abilities in *that* department were nearly gone. He had consumed numerous medicines, further depleting his body’s potential.

He was practically a broken man. However, when that endless, glowing mist had just descended upon him,

King Sharuk was shocked to feel a reaction from his ’treasure’ once again, and all the fatigue and weakness in his body were instantly swept away.

Even his hair had turned black and thick again.

King Sharuk felt that his body was now comparable to how it was in his twenties or thirties.

"Today, our White Elephant Empire suffers an invasion from a foreign enemy. We beseech the Supreme God to act and protect all the people of our nation."

The Grand State Preceptor slowly raised his body, gazing piously at the multicolored mist and shouting loudly.

"We beseech the Supreme God to act and protect all the people of our nation!"

All the people kowtowed repeatedly. "We beseech the Supreme God to act and execute the villain Chu He!"

"So be it."

From the depths of the vast, boundless sea of glowing mist, an ethereal and sacred divine voice quietly descended.

It brushed softly past everyone’s ears, like the gentlest breeze of early spring, carrying none of the world’s clamor, leaving only peace and a cleansed soul.

The voice seemed to originate from ancient times, yet also to have traveled from the future. It pierced the shackles of time,

striking the softest part of the human heart and causing one to become involuntarily lost in it.

As this divine voice sounded, the already magnificent glowing mist took on an even greater air of mystery and solemnity.

It was no longer a simple layering of colors. Light and hue began to blend and suffuse, like the wash technique in an ink painting, but far more vivid and three-dimensional.

These rays of light flowed slowly across the vast, boundless canopy of the sky, intertwining and merging to form breathtakingly beautiful tapestries.

The light spread rapidly toward the endless horizon, like the first ray of sun piercing the clouds at dawn to illuminate every corner of the world.

But unlike daylight, this light was not a single color. It was a dazzling, multicolored splendor, yet it was also surprisingly harmonious and unified, with no trace of being harsh or ostentatious.

It gently enveloped every inch of land, every leaf, and even every person’s face, granting them unprecedented comfort and peace.

On the lands of the White Elephant Empire, now shrouded in multicolored light, the legendary Divine Paradise had truly arrived.

Here, there were no troubles, no sorrows, only endless joy and peace.

People looked up and saw that the colorful lights in the sky seemed within reach. They gently touched everyone’s soul, bringing a sense of ineffable happiness.

"In this battle, the White Elephant Empire will be victorious." All the people stood up.

At the same time, this scene was being broadcast live to the world by numerous media outlets on site.

[Happy Mid-Autumn Festival to all my dear readers! Wishing you every success, a soaring career, and vibrant health!!!]