Light Barrier

Chapter 660

Alley at dusk, sunset reflection.

The Holy Judges stood at the entrance of the alley, their linen robes fluttering in the wind, and the afterglow nailed long shadows on the ground.

"Homecoming?"

Song Ci looked gloomy and let out a deep breath: "Are you kidding me? I'm from Dongzhou!"

After the Dadu God War, he has been walking around with the title of "Apostle Gu Changzhi".

But Song Ci knew it himself.

This token does not come from fighting... but from light!

The divine throne in Guangming City is Mr. Gu Changzhi's teacher. Because of this, he does not reject the power of tokens... As his body and tokens merge, his strength becomes stronger and stronger. This apostle's emblem represents The light aura exuded became stronger and stronger.

During this time, he would always have some bizarre dreams.

In his dream, he would see a towering mountain at the end of the sunset and a red lake reflecting the glow.

The whole world is peaceful.

This is a "sweet dream" that can soothe all the restlessness in your heart!

But the only thing that made Song Ci feel uncomfortable... was that there was a faint voice in this dream. The voice sounded very gentle and mellow, but it always intentionally guided him towards the red lake in the dream.

There seems to be a library at the bottom of the Red Lake.

Although I don’t know what kind of heartless person built the library at the bottom of the lake...

But the thing Song Ci hated the most was reading.

The tranquility when he fell asleep at first gradually changed. Later, the peaceful dream that Song Ci saw became more and more clear. He was very sure that this token emblem had been guiding him to enter the library at the bottom of the lake to read books and review papers...

After waking up several times, Song Ci felt a cold sweat break out on his back and was very annoyed.

What the hell does this dream mean?

Does the God of Light think that he is uneducated?

"Lord Apostle."

The leading sage said softly: "It doesn't matter where you are born. There are thousands of birthplaces in the world, but there is only one final ruin. You need to understand where your end is."@@@@

Song Ci was confused after hearing this.

He scratched his head and saw that these guys were not hostile to him. He calmed down and asked patiently: "Speak humanly!"

"Your real hometown is not Dongzhou..."

The Holy Inquisitor stretched out his skinny fingers and pointed at Song Ci's token coat of arms hidden on the inside of his coat, and clasped his hands devoutly: "But... the City of Light."

"???"

"We will take you back. When you return to Guangming City, you can see the throne of God as you wish... and you will also have the opportunity to browse the 'Forbidden Library'."

The Holy Judge spoke again.

"stop!"

Song Ci interrupted directly. His patience was almost exhausted. He frowned and said, "I have no interest in the God of Light... and even less interest in reading books!"

"Lord Apostle...please be careful in your words and deeds. Lord God is with the light, looking down at the creatures of the five continents. He is watching everything that happens here." The Holy Inquisitor reminded him again: "You don't seem to feel it yet. The mystery of 'light', it doesn't matter, wait until we return to Guangming City..."

"boom!"

A cracking sound exploded on the wall!

This sound startled the Holy Judge.

He stared blankly at the mottled old walls in the old city... Song Ci patted them casually and created a spider web.

"I said you guys...don't you understand human language?"

Song Ci tilted his head and confused the group of linen-robed believers: "Did I tell you that I'm not interested in lights, gods, books, etc... Are you here to want this stuff?"

He pulled off the coat of arms and threw it out.

"Miscellaneous praise."

Song Ci stood at the entrance of the alley and suddenly felt that the world was very absurd. The light in the mouth of Xizhou believers was like an ironic and self-deprecating joke.

The alley shrouded in darkness at this moment was more in line with their eerie and silent temperament.

The figures have stood up again.

As Song Ci expected, they did not suffer too many injuries.

There was blood, but it didn't look like it was from Song Ci.

It's more like they squeezed it out of their skin willingly.

"A token... you can't just take it if you want and return it if you want..."

The Holy Judge smiled softly: "Holding a token in your hand and serving the light, this is cause and effect. No matter how hard you fight, can you cut off cause and effect?"

Song Ci's heart skipped a beat.

"And, I have good news to tell you, the matter of 'returning home' is not as complicated as you think."

He smiled.

Several other Holy Judges also laughed.

Their voices were in unison.

"Those who serve the light need to be pious, chant, worship, and offer sacrifices..."

This weak sound, layer upon layer, swayed in the dark night.

Like a drop of water falling on the surface of the lake, it creates thousands of ripples.

Song Ci suddenly felt that something was not right... why after the dark night ended, these believers gave him a stronger sense of crisis.

Yes, this is the most wrong thing——

He actually felt the crisis!

How could these people's strength make them feel in danger?

The invisible spiritual realm was condensed when the Holy Judge recited the words of service.

A familiar feeling of dizziness descended on the spiritual sea.

Song Ci's pupils shrank, and he pressed hard against the wall to barely stabilize his body.

At this moment, he felt as if he had sobered up after drinking a lion!

His body went numb quickly, and his spirit, which was still quite clear at first, was suddenly grabbed by countless giant bulls and elephants in an instant, and was about to be dragged into the abyss of darkness——

In just a few breaths, he vaguely saw the "quiet" Sunset Mountain and the "scarlet" book lake.

Is this... about to fall into a dream? !

These Holy Inquisitors came to see me, not really to invite me to the City of Light...

They want to invite themselves into a dream!

Song Ci's breathing became very heavy, and his eyelids also became very heavy.

Just when everything was about to end.

A very soft voice sounded in this dream.

"Sorry...it's not a coincidence."

A voice suddenly appeared, interrupting the ripples of singing in the dark night.

Immediately afterwards, behind Song Ci, a young figure wearing the windbreaker of a law enforcement officer from the Judgment Office slowly walked out of the night. A wisp of fire burned between his brows, the ripples of light spread, and the spiritual realm had condensed.

But he just walked in.

Ignoring the barrier between reality and illusion, he stood between Song Ci and the Holy Judge.

"I have a question--"

Gu Shen smiled and asked, "What will be the consequences if you don't serve the light?"