Meng Yi couldn’t help but look at Cen Qiyun again.
If he guessed correctly, his arrival truly usurped the power of a certain deity, which meant that the power of Divine Grace was not limited to the ninth tier.
Moreover… the headache he had earlier was now gone.
Meng Yi still wanted to try further, such as having others go onto the high platform to see, or having Cen Qiyun ascend another tier.
However, a prompt flashed before his eyes.
【Divine Grace has ended.】
Meng Yi was startled. Divine Grace ended, then what?
Cen Qiyun on the high platform, and the many Believers prostrating below the high platform, suddenly disappeared.
Meng Yi’s gaze sharpened. According to his previous guess, everyone’s souls had entered the Red Mist Space, and now these people should have returned.
What about him?
He absolutely refused to stay here alone.
Thinking of the “God’s eye view” operation from before, Meng Yi’s mind stirred, and his figure, seated on the stone chair, began to slowly dissipate.
Just as he thought!
The feeling of exiting the Red Mist Space was very peculiar, like his body was stretched into a thin, long strip…
A rustling sound came to Meng Yi’s ears. He suddenly opened his eyes and propped himself up.
The surrounding torches were still flickering, and hundreds of people appeared somewhat bewildered.
“Weren’t we in the Divine Realm?”
“God… Have we obtained the protection of a deity?”
Even more people collapsed, repeatedly kowtowing towards the center of the magic array, praying for the deity to bring them back to the Divine Realm again.
Meng Yi couldn’t understand. In the “Divine Realm,” there was no food or clothing, so what was there to pray to return to?
He looked around. Everyone around him now emitted a faint red mist, which was gradually receding.
Was this a sign of establishing some connection with the Red Mist Space?
Judging from the reactions of the crowd, this red mist should only be visible to him.
The headache from earlier had completely vanished, but now the problem was, he didn’t know his current identity!
Before he could think further, various memory fragments began to surface in his mind.
In the city park, as everyone was filled with doubt and uncertainty, Meng Yi sat there alone, lost in thought.
The original owner of this body shared his name.
Meng Yi, male, twenty-three years old, from Jing’an City.
Due to losing the protection of a deity, he was forced to participate in this ritual, attempting to regain protection.
In this chaotic world, most people who lost the protection of a deity would one day mutate into unknown monsters, or… be corrupted by evil gods, living a life worse than death.
Of course, in the current Meng Yi’s opinion, the righteous gods of this world also seemed quite sinister.
For example, the person who appeared before him, wearing an eye patch over his left eye, was very thin.
His mind naturally brought forth the other person’s identity: a Divine Grace User. They not only received the protection of a deity but also prayed for power from a deity.
However, power required a price, and the prices varied. This person’s price seemed “cheap”—a left eye.
Generally speaking, the stronger the Divine Grace User, the greater the price paid.
Meng Yi suddenly understood why Cen Qiyun had just praised him as benevolent and generous; she had obtained Divine Grace without needing to pay a price.
The Eye Patch Man came before Meng Yi, who was sitting blankly on the ground, but his right eye looked down at his feet, trying to keep Meng Yi’s movements in his peripheral vision.
With a posture that did not match his fierce demeanor, he cautiously asked:
“Did you notice anything unusual just now?”
Meng Yi slowly stood up. He tried hard to recall this person’s identity but found nothing.
He should be an official…
The Eye Patch Man seemed to be avoiding him, stepping back slightly, his gaze darting to his feet, and he let out a questioning sound: “Hmm?”
Meng Yi saw the other person’s body gradually tense up.
No, not “saw,” but “felt”—a feeling derived from Blood Magic.
It seemed he had to answer; the other person intended to attack him.
Meng Yi decided to be vague: “Sorry, I don’t quite understand what you mean. The ritual should have succeeded; there’s nothing unusual.”
Those who lose the protection of a deity have the right to hold a new ritual to regain protection; this is an action also recognized by the Arbitration Committee.
The only problem was that it shouldn’t be held in the city, as failure could lead to serious consequences.
But what did that have to do with him?
He wasn’t the organizer; if there was a problem, they should go find that… Cen Qiyun.
Meng Yi’s gaze passed over the man in front of him. Unbeknownst to him, a dozen or so people had appeared in the park.
They should all be official personnel. Indeed, with hundreds of people holding a ritual in the city, the officials should monitor it.
However, no one else was asking anyone; only this Eye Patch Man was questioning Meng Yi.
These people appeared scattered, but they subtly seemed to be surrounding him, their postures as casual as possible.
Meng Yi’s face remained impassive, but his heart was pounding. Was it because he had woken up alone earlier?
The original owner was just an ordinary person and didn’t know many things, so he couldn’t determine the reason for the other party’s actions.
It seemed that him waking up alone earlier was a big problem.
The Eye Patch Man did not continue to question. His body continued to tense, and sharp, pale bone spurs began to emerge from his fingertips…?
This gave Meng Yi a sense of danger.
The other party was about to attack!
No?
So hasty?
Meng Yi was somewhat unable to understand. The other party sent someone to probe him with words, and after two sentences, they were going to make a move?
Holy crap (second tone)?
He subtly stepped on the short knife he had just thrown on the ground with his bare foot. Blood Magic should be able to “transport” the short knife to his hand.
His left hand discreetly began to condense a “Blood Bomb.”
Meng Yi was even surprised at how calm he was.
“Suo Mingcheng!”
Cen Qiyun quickly ran towards them, shouting sharply: “The ritual has succeeded! What are you doing?”
Her face was ashen, and she stood between the two, arms crossed, sneering.
Suo Mingcheng’s single eye slowly turned to Cen Qiyun’s face. His smile was somewhat sinister:
“You say the ritual succeeded, what’s your proof?”
The drone footage that had just been transmitted back was very strange, and no one could confirm whether the ritual had succeeded.
Meng Yi stood behind, taking the opportunity to observe the dozen or so people around him who were suspected to be official personnel.
Most of them looked similar to Suo Mingcheng.
But one person was completely different!
He appeared hunched, leaning on a cane, and was constantly gasping for breath even while standing. Next to him, a man wearing sunglasses carefully supported him.
If he were an old man, Meng Yi wouldn’t be surprised at all, but the other person’s face was exceptionally young and handsome!
A vibrant face and a decrepit body were strangely combined.
This could only mean that the other party was very strong!
Divine Grace Users, the more they sacrificed, the stronger the power they gained!
Cen Qiyun did not intend to give Suo Mingcheng any proof. She smiled and turned her body, facing the hunched, handsome man.
“I will naturally prove it to the Adjudicator.”