Chapter 326: Wei Ke Na's Holy Descent

Naimi Xisi looked thoughtfully at Eleven, who was stunned in place, a flash of understanding passing through his eyes.

An illusion is ultimately just an illusion; it reveals nothing of Eleven's peculiarity. Yet when he stood before Eleven in person, he had already uncovered the secret within her body.

Naimi Xisi's fingertips brushed lightly, his violet eyes reflecting Eleven's slender silhouette. When the girl, for the third time, unconsciously clenched the amber pendant at her chest, the air suddenly rippled with fine undulations—like invisible blades skimming the water's surface.

"Ah, I see." In Juan Ce Long's unique magical vision, the girl was surrounded by two layers of aura. The outer layer was flickering Mana, like shallow seas shimmering silver under moonlight; but deeper down, a slumbering gilded divinity swam like a leviathan in a Rift of the abyss, each ripple bearing pressure enough to crush a soul.

He suddenly recalled collapsing stars in the cosmos, whose seemingly dim cores were brewing a collapse storm capable of igniting a galaxy. At this moment, Eleven resembled a star‑skeleton vessel meticulously crafted by a deity; the surface Mana Rift was merely a foam wave stirred in the ocean of Divinity.

"Is she a Wei Ke Na elect?" the silver‑haired scholar retreated a half step, expression unchanged.

That explains the source of Eleven's formidable superpower.

Even if that terrifying power leaked only one percent into surface Mana, it would be enough for Eleven to tear open the Rift linking Earth to Ying Ying Ming Jie.

Even without asking, Naimi Xisi had already determined why Eleven and the others could escape from the monster that destroyed the illusion.

This made him even more curious about what the hidden deity had encountered under the Night Goddess.

The girl suddenly staggered forward, her hair tips moving without wind. When Naimi Xisi realized the anomaly, Eleven's pupils had become two blazing golden suns; the intertwined sanctity and madness exerted pressure that shattered every pane of glass in the room. Mai Ke's coffee cup crashed to the floor, the dark brown liquid tracing twisted Rune on the ground.

"Fragment of the palm in the time folds." The androgynous divine voice roared with the thunder of falling stars; beneath Eleven's skin countless golden threads fluttered, as if millions of keys searched for keyholes in her veins. "Reverse eye bears witness to my left eye."

The sudden shift stunned everyone dumbfounded; Naimi Xisi's pupils contracted as he sensed a familiar force—true divine power.

It made the scales hidden beneath his humanoid guise bristle; he knew all too well how perverse that true divine power could be. Even a single drop of it inside Eleven, should an accident occur, could level a third of the United States, possibly destabilize the North American continental shelf, and trigger a nation‑ending tsunami disaster.

It's like an ordinary person standing beside a nuclear weapon that could detonate at any moment—utterly chilling.

Naimi Xisi paced slowly forward, his teleportation ability ready at hand. Though he knew that facing a deity—even a deity in serious trouble—his means of escape might well fail.

Nevertheless he proceeded, for he understood that in this magic‑less Earth, if the opponent sought to break the seal, he might be the best option.

Setting aside what tier the unknown seal comprises, the very fact that the seal was laid by Saar herself has already driven almost all Mages into despair.

At the instant Naimi Xisi approached, Eleven suddenly seized his arm, her golden‑gleaming eyes drawing close to his cheek, and, in an aria‑like tone, intoned: "Fragment of the palm in the time folds."

The androgynous divine voice roared with the thunder of falling stars; beneath Eleven's skin countless golden threads fluttered, as if millions of keys searched for keyholes in her veins. "Reverse eye bears witness to my left eye."

To Mike and the others, Eleven's voice at that moment sounded like a heavenly divine voice, hidden within clouds. It came and went, and some of the language was unknown knowledge beyond their comprehension.

But Naimi Xisi had already fully accepted the data points given by the sealed being. Appearing in the mortal world seemed to be an extremely energy‑draining affair; the Wei Ke Na that had possessed Eleven vanished the instant it finished speaking, not even a second passing.

When Wei Ke Na's consciousness receded like a tide, Eleven collapsed as if her bones had been removed, a lifeless puppet. Naimi Xisi lifted his hand to catch the falling girl; silver Mana streamed from his fingertips, only to be wholly devoured the instant it touched her forehead.

"Is this… a divinity backlash?" he mused, gazing at the charred scorch on his palm. The scene before him was likely the aftermath of a "Holy Descent."

Imagine, suddenly, a being whose soul mass exceeds yours by millions or billions of times burrowing into your body, while you stand like an ant before a planet‑sized meteor, powerless to move as you await being crushed—how suffocating that feels.

In the history of the Feren Continent, many who have undergone a Holy Descent— even some Legendary Level elects—suffer severe traumatic aftereffects, sometimes persisting for life.

In fact, many benevolent, merciful deities rarely choose a Holy Descent, whereas cruel deities like the spider‑queen Ross freely do so before a saint's cataclysm, a phenomenon stemming from their differing attitudes toward believers.

Merciful deities tend to directly bestow divine power; if that fails to avert disaster, they will send forth an avatar forged from their own divine power—though this is far more extravagant and costly than a Holy Descent using a devotee's mortal body.

"Does she need holy water? Or… a cross?" Sheriff Jim's voice trembled; the man, who always prided himself on rationality, nervously rubbed the badge on his chest as if it were his last anchor.

Naimi Xisi laid Eleven gently onto the sofa; the crystal chandelier's shadow perfectly covered the golden pattern spreading along her neck. "Sheriff, when a tsunami comes, praying over sandcastles on the beach is utterly meaningless," he said. As he turned, his black robe rose in a sharp arc. "Eleven is valued by the exalted divine kingdom; scenes like this will only become more common."

After all, Eleven is a member of the Duke Council; she has employed a mind‑harmonizing ability that should mitigate the Holy Descent's impact to the lowest possible level.

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From this, it seems the hidden deity is far from a benevolent soul. Whether his cooperation is right or wrong remains uncertain.

"Exalted divine kingdom? Psychic Sorcerer—no, Mr. Dragon. Are you referring to deities like Mistra and Saar?" Dustin asked excitedly, his eyes shining.

"Shh!" Naimi Xisi's gaze shifted, causing Dustin to tremble and fall silent.

He swore to the Almighty! In that instant, Mr. Dragon seemed to have become a different being—like a ferocious lion! No, an even more terrifying entity! He felt he could be devoured at any moment!

Seeing Dustin, who had been terrified by the sliver of Dragon Might he had revealed and nearly wet his pants, Naimi Xisi said coldly: "If I were you, I'd show reverence to those beings beyond the mortal realm. Fatty, do you realize that the two you mentioned earlier—let's forget the first. If you attract the second's attention, the entire Earth will face annihilation."

Juan Ce Long's words, though threatening, also implicitly acknowledged the existence of deities, leaving Sheriff Jim, the only adult present, utterly baffled. "Good heavens, deities exist? What about God? Does God exist too?"

"Oh, my beloved Lord, please forgive the believers' past wavering faith; from now on, I will devote my entire belief to you."

"Alright, I have business elsewhere, I must leave." Naimi Xisi waved his hand, instructing Jim: "Take care of Eleven, officer. When she awakens, tell her not to trust any voice that appears out of nowhere."

Regarding Wei Ke Na, Naimi Xisi thought caution was prudent. Until now, he knew little about the self‑proclaimed hidden deity, but the deity's unhesitant Holy Descent indicated it was certainly not a benevolent god.

Neutral, perhaps even evil. The former is tolerable; the latter would demand extreme caution. Even if Eleven is an elect, one must still tread carefully.

(End of Chapter)