Chapter 2402: Love for the Evil God's Faith 07

The prince's mansion is located in the most magnificent district of the Holy City, its towering spires and intricate carvings bathed in the grand sunlight.

In the courtyard, the evergreen hedges exude a fresh pine scent.

Along the carefully laid gravel path, the nobles in fine attire weave between the long tables draped in white linen and the floral arches, speaking in low voices, the air filled with expensive perfume and the sweet richness of baked pastries,

and the unspoken anticipation.

Saimuer and Bulanwen enter under the guidance of Bishop Xilier.

Upon appearing, they drew everyone's gaze.

Seeing Saimuer, the nobles' smiles instantly became more fervent, they all bowed and greeted him, calling him "Priest Saimuer".

Even toward Brandon, their attitude was impeccably gentle and polite.

But the former's reverence for Saimuer is awe of divine signs, while toward Brandon it is more out of respect for his status as the bishop's adopted son.

Brandon maintained a humble smile on his face, the poisonous vine of jealousy growing wildly in his heart, yet he tightly suppressed it with the most perfect etiquette mask.

He lagged half a step behind, his gaze sweeping over Saimuer's upright back.

Inside the main hall, the atmosphere was solemn.

The lofty dome depicted a scene of heaven; at the center, the twins were carefully held by their wet nurse.

The older brother quietly sucked his fingers, while the younger brother widened his dark, glossy eyes in curious gaze.

The princess consort in a velvet gown stood nervously and expectantly to the side, while Prince Liang stood slightly forward, welcoming the arrival of the Holy Light Priest.

The blessing ceremony was about to begin.

According to the plan, Saimuer would bless the older brother, while Brandon would take charge of the younger brother.

All the guests held their breath, their gazes burning as they focused on the two young priests.

Bishop Xilier held the holy scripture and announced the start of the ceremony in a low, solemn voice.

Saimuer and Brandon stepped forward simultaneously, standing before the infants they were each responsible for.

Clasping their hands before their foreheads, lowering their eyelids, they began a silent, devout prayer, imploring the Father God Zephyros, who dwells afar in the temple, to bestow protection and glory.

Brandon's prayer was especially fervent, nearly exhausting all his mind and spirit, attempting to draw forth that supreme response.

Perhaps this overly intense plea was finally seen by the Holy Light God; a pure, warm golden pillar of light suddenly descended from the void, enveloping Brandon and the younger brother before him.

A gasp of awe rose among the guests.

Brandon's heart nearly leapt out of his chest.

The Father God answered him!

He instinctively straightened his back, striving to maintain the priest's dignity, but the unrestrained pride in his eyes nearly spilled over.

He quickly glanced at Saimuer beside him.

Saimuer still maintained his prayer posture, his pure white eyes lowered.

Before him, the older brother lay quietly in the wet nurse's arms, showing no sign of any divine manifestation.

The guests' gazes swept back and forth between the two priests, doubt spreading silently.

Low murmurs began to arise.

Brandon hadn't yet had time to savor the taste of this victory…

Jin Chen, hidden in the shadow of the hall's columns, clenched his fists.

Zephyros, that guy with the bad eye.

He casually traced a line in the void with his fingertip.

A column of light, many times thicker than Brandon's, brilliant and dazzling, came crashing down.

It completely enveloped Saimuer, the older twin brother before him, and even the princess consort.

That light was so intense that the holy light power it contained turned into a tangible warm current.

The majestic divine pressure made everyone in the grand hall feel as if basking in a spring breeze.

Everyone:!!!

Gasps of shock rose and fell.

The princess consort was the first to react, her whole body trembling with excitement as she lifted her elaborate skirt and without hesitation knelt deeply toward the column of light, forehead touching the ground.

"Thank you, Father God! Thank you for Father God's grace and choice!"

Prince Liang also immediately dropped to one knee, right hand over his chest, eyes filled with awe.

The guests, as if awakening from a dream, all followed suit, the entire hall instantly kneeling as one.

The choice of crown prince had, at this moment, been personally selected by the deity.

At the core of the light pillar, Saimuer bathed in the pure, warm torrent of divine power.

He could feel that this power was the same as the Father God's previous blessing to him, and even more majestic.

Saimuer lowered his head, his eyes glistening with moisture, whispering in a voice only he could hear, overflowing with love.

"Father God…… I love you……"

Jin Chen heard it.

Jin Chen still had something to do.

At the same time, the Holy Light Temple towering above the clouds.

Here there are endless, soft holy lights constructing a magnificent hall.

Zephyros leaned lazily against the divine throne, eyes closed, cultivating his spirit.

Several breathtakingly beautiful youths in sheer white robes attended him at his side.

Some gently massaged his shoulders, some held cups brimming with jade nectar, and the youngest, lying prone on his knee, sang an ancient hymn with a clear, spring‑like voice.

A scene of tranquil peace.

Suddenly, a dark force bearing a sense of destruction surged forth.

The divine attendant youths, like startled birds, cried out in short alarm, instantly scattering and shrinking behind the throne, gazing fearfully at the intruder.

Ze Fei Luo Si snapped his eyes open; his golden gaze, resembling Jin Chen's but far more vacant, filled with utter disbelief.

"Chen. How did you get here?"

Jin Chen wore an elaborate, ornate black robe, his blood-red eyes eerie, an oppressive aura radiating from him that made hearts race.

He glanced at the handsome youths behind Ze Fei Luo Si, raised an eyebrow, and corrected: "Jin Chen."

Ze Fei Luo Si seemed to choke slightly, his brows knitting. "…Fine, have it your way. I don't know why you changed your name, but why did you break the silence and return here?"

He sat upright, the divine power of the Light God flowing forth, trying to dispel the uncomfortable darkness, yet the apprehension deep in his eyes could not be hidden.

Jin Chen could clearly sense Ze Fei Luo Si's wariness and apprehension.

He stared at that face, so like his own yet strangely empty and dull, and a strong sense of discord welled up, making him irritable.

Very strange.

In previous minor worlds, he had not lacked encounters with look‑alike impostors—or brothers.

How Ze Fei Luo Si's feeling toward him was so strange.

Jin Chen cut straight to the point, seeing no need for small talk, and pointed at the light mirror hovering in the hall's center, projecting the continent's scenery.

The mirror's surface rippled like water, replaying a scene from the main hall of the prince's mansion.

Bu Lan Wen bathed in golden light, while before Sai Miu Er lay nothingness.

Jin Chen's slender finger pointed at Sai Miu Er's reflection in the mirror from afar, "Why didn't you bless him just now?"