Boiling Beast Bloodline
Chapter 717 - 152: The Hypocritical Holiness_1

Chapter 717: Chapter 152: The Hypocritical Holiness_1

There are a total of thirteen steps leading up to the Rose Temple, and it’s two hundred and fifty steps from the majestic entrance of the temple to the hall. Liu Zhenhan didn’t know why, but an inexplicable compulsion welled up in his heart, coaxing him to expend great effort on focusing his attention on these small details.

His heart pounded fiercely in his chest.

The Rose Temple wasn’t as grand as the Beamon Temple where one must recite the Spirit Communion Song to gain entry. If you were beneath the status of War Shaman, you could only stand at a distance, overwhelmed by a sense of inferiority. The Rose Temple, on the other hand, was filled with a call to the soul. An ethereal voice seemed to pull at the soul of anyone who saw it, beckoning them to come and admire its glory. In contrast to the imposing Beamon Temple, the main hall of the Rose Temple was filled with a faint, almost imperceptible, scent of sandalwood. A maternal warmth and care pervaded the air, seeping into everyone who came here, from head to toe, from their outward existence to their very soul.

Liu Zhenhan had imagined that the interior of the Rose Temple would be decrepit and smoky. However, it wasn’t until he stepped inside that he realized he had completely misjudged it. Whether it was the engraved oil lamps lining the passage or the bronze statues, traces of brilliant civilization were etched here. The solemn dignity of the gods emanated from every corner. Coupled with the comforting scent of sandalwood, even a nervous person would feel their tension ease upon entering this place.

The sound of his boots against the bluestone floor created an echo. Two zombie guards walked to an arched doorway and stood still. Their duty of leading the way was taken over by a mischievous wax demon. The wax demon had the ability to shape-shift and playfully assumed Liu Zhenhan’s appearance and then a Dark Elf’s. Its rolling layers of wax allowed it to mold itself into whatever form it desired, although not for long before reverting back to a blob of wax.

Liu Zhenhan laughed without restraint, finding it amusing. If he had laughed so freely within the solemn Beamon Temple, he would have felt somewhat uneasy due to the solemn ambiance. However, here in the Rose Temple, he couldn’t help but feel at home and found the laughter very comforting.

Before he knew it, he had already arrived at the main hall. "May you always be with the Goddess Rose," the leading wax demon declared gracefully.

The wax demon had the ability to take on the appearance of the person one missed the most. At the moment, the wax demon transformed into a handsome youth. The eyes beneath the military cap held an endless sorrow and indifference. Despite his young face, the world-weariness etched upon it told a tragic story. From his lips hung a nearly burnt-out cigarette, emanating an inexplicable sadness.

Liu Zhenhan gently embraced the wax demon. If it had a pair of eyes as sharp as his brother’s, he would’ve thought he was standing there with his brother again.

"May the light never shine upon you." Liu Zhenhan patted the wax demon’s shoulder, sincerely thanking this mischievous little creature from the underworld.

The wax demon returned to its wax state, jiggling its body with a "pu-pu" sound, it slipped out of Liu Zhenhan’s arms and disappeared into the darkness behind the archway.

Stepping into Yama’s Hall, he pushed open the Right and Wrong Gate.

As he entered, Liu Zhenhan caught a glimpse of his brother, which stirred up a storm within his typically calm mind. He began to feel faint, as though he had been hit hard with a gunstock. He knew that what he saw was merely a figment of the wax demon’s whimsical transformation, but the sight of his dearly missed loved one incited a flood of emotions he couldn’t suppress.

The Rose Temple was indeed very special. When Liu Zhenhan, with his agitated emotions, charged through the faint mist to enter the main hall, the heavy stone door, as massive as a mountain, creaked close behind him. The moment the hundred-tonne stone doors merged, Liu Zhenhan felt as if the entire world and the temple had been separated.

The first thing that Liu Zhenhan saw was a bronze statue of the Rose Goddess, a humanoid spider goddess submerged in the dim, weary light. A wisp of smoke, almost tangible, drifted from her mouth. The gemstone eyes on her lovely face shone with a mesmerizing and eerie light, like a lighthouse in the darkness—distant, yet so clear, irresistibly drawing your gaze.

This place was not the skeletal Hell, but a dreamy reality. Dazedly, Liu Zhenhan stepped onto the thick carpet of green moss in the main hall, feeling its softness under his feet. Combined with his already muddled head, he felt an indescribable sense of comfort and weariness enveloping his whole body. In this not very spacious main hall, apart from the divine throne, there were no other complex objects. A few purple vines had grown into a shelf, and below the hanging fruits was a gently swaying silk swing. An old wall had been dug out to become a crude bookshelf. Old books, both stone and bronze editions, were casually arranged on it. Under the faint lantern light, eight beautiful Elves stood gracefully amidst light incense and mist, appearing so surreal.

"We’ve been waiting for you for a long time." You Yue’er, the matriarch, wrapped a fragrant scent with a faint mist, walked next to Liu Zhenhan and smiled. The eight Drow matriarchs were all dressed in meticulous Elven ceremonial dresses, their hairstyles dignified. A blend of modesty and shyness across their faces, accompanied with Aegean-style ancient makeup, shocked Liu Zhenhan. It was as if he was suddenly viewing a group of refined ancient maidens in the 80s.

Liu Zhenhan suddenly felt at a loss, totally clueless about what to say. This place had completely stripped him of his coping abilities. He felt that such a scene should only exist in a dream, amidst ancient scrolls under a green lamp, with rain tapping against the western window.

The matriarchs held a proud yet restrained expression. Some held half a roll of a damaged book, others were cleaning the lamp wick with a silver hairpin. Their beauty and purity could purify any profane thoughts.

A chase began, the disoriented lark could never escape the hunt of the eagle falcon.

"Lord Richard, we could start with poetry." said the Drow matriarch of Mesoya City.

"We could also delve into music." another matriarch suggested.

The intoxicating sounds of strings and dances flashed before Liu Zhenhan. He felt as if he could see them, but also as if he perceived nothing.

The already dense smoke immediately thickened, almost to the point of blocking all sight. The lights on the walls were entirely closed off by this sudden fog.

Boundless darkness descended over the grand hall.

"Light be upon you!" a conservative matriarch who never really thought the ritual could be completed shouted, "Spider Queen Rose is truly angry! You Yue’er, don’t dream of transforming into Night Elf and returning to the surface again!"

"Huh?" You Yue’er, the matriarch’s voice strangely echoed, "Where did he go?"

"Perhaps his willpower is strong enough." Helena’s laughter, the matriarch of Mesoya City, echoed in the grand hall: "There’s no hope! The Fallen Ceremony would never succeed!"

Bring out your Xiang Pa tickets! Let’s have a fierce show like old Liu!!

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