280 The Consequences of Anatols Hatred (1/2)

Within the Celestial Church's headquarters, the thirty-six Celestial elders surrounded Anatole, none wearing a smiling face. On this occasion, even his kinsmen, the Wirth sun spirits didn't stand on his side.

”Anatol, as the leader of the Celestial Church, you failed to consider the big picture, and surrendered the church's mightiest artifact to an outsider, all for the sake of retrieving your son!

Good. You now have his corpse. Are you satisfied?”

The great elder ”inquired” in a mocking tone. But the mourning Anatol paid him no heed. His eyes peered into the distance, and only his back faced his peers. Taking his silence as a sign of weakness, the great elder carried on.

”Under your leadership, we first lost our footing in the Holy Continent. Then, we lost more than ninety percent of our forces beneath the Divine Rank. And finally, we lost our strongest artifact.

Now look at the faith radars! Look at how close our daily merit gains are from zero! Our passive boons from faith are shooting toward nothingness faster than the eye can follow! This is the last Holy War, and before we can confront the Infernal Cult, you've allowed a secular world youth to stomp us to this level!

Anatol are you not ashamed?! How can you answer to your peers and face your predecessors?”

The great elder roared, hoping to use the recent events to pressure Anatole into abdication. And still, no elder came to his defense.

Inwardly, Anatol sighed. There were always people like this. Individuals who never looked beyond immediate benefit and couldn't stop themselves from coveting swift profit.

The great elder was one such a person.

”Isn't it the church leader seat you want? Ok. You can have it.”

Anatol replied without turning heels. And hearing this, to say nothing of the other elders, even the great elder couldn't believe his ears.

”Come again?”

He couldn't help but blurt out.

”I said if you want the church leader's seat, just take it. I have no interest in such paltry dignity.”

Anatol's words rang within the room, alarming his peers. But in a flash, fury replaced their shock.

”The Celestial Church's leader is the representant of the Cardinal Lords within this world, the guide of the faith! How dare you disparage that office?”

The great elder snapped. And soon, several high-ranking elders followed suit.

”Mourning is no justification for such disrespect. With those words alone, you're no longer qualified to hold your seat!”

”How could you po-”

But before the last rebuking elder could finish his words, Anatol's cultivation erupted, releasing a massive wave of divine power that sent all the elders flying against nearby walls with large gushes of blood.

*Thud*

Although the great elder managed to avoid his fellows' fate, his organs spiraled out of control, and he dropped on his knees…

*Puh*

…then spurted a large mouthful of blood. As he supported himself on his hands to avoid collapsing, his eyes widened in disbelief.

”Peak…peak of Divine Transformation.”

He realized in fright. He and Anatol had been stranded at the limit of the late-stage for more than ten-thousand years, without any hope of breaking through to the peak. The reason was simple. To reach the peak of Divine Transformation, there were many conditions.

First, possessing at least twenty-seven Supreme Meridians and an Imperial Avatar.

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Second, reaching the late stage in the martial and spiritual paths.