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Chapter 162 This time filial piety has turned sour

Unlike the entire Qinghui Territory that had suffered devastation, the forest before them had not suffered a single bit of war under the protection of the open oval azure barrier. Any chaotic creature that dared to cross the barrier would be washed away by the purest order power of the Holy Spirit and would be released on the spot.

Don't forget that the Holy Spirit itself is the purest creature of order, and it and Chaos are natural enemies.

Even if the character of the Pure Holy Spirit is very regrettable, it still has the necessary power and will not be taken advantage of.

Therefore, the Devourer led the Chaos Army to besiege the world for more than two years, hoping to slowly corrode it with the help of the Chaos Realm, until the final stage when he would attack the barrier at all costs.

"Come on, let's go in."

Westhead glanced at the corpses of the monsters left outside the barrier, then stepped into the holy land.

As soon as he passed through the barrier, Westhead felt how cruelly the Holy Spirit of Purity had built the holy land.

If the outside world is a scorched earth hell that is too cruel to look at, then the holy garden across the world is a beautiful scenery like the Garden of Eden.

Birds are singing, flowers are blooming and the sun is shining.

The bright moonlight shone down from above the holy land, casting warm spots of light through the dense leaves.

It is obviously moonlight, but it looks even brighter than sunlight.

A comfortable and gentle breeze blew over his body, dispelling the lingering cold and murderous aura on Westhead after the series of battles. It was so comfortable that Qinghui Gongqing couldn't help but shiver.

Among the emerald green woods, snow-white animals and birds are playing and singing on the branches, while below the woods, colorful flowers are competing for beauty, almost covering every inch of the land.

Even in the Holy Tree Palace, Westhead could not see so many varieties of exotic flowers and plants.

However, among such lush and gorgeous flowers and forests, there were no mosquitoes or predators. There were only extremely cute furry creatures that made beeping sounds and rubbed affectionately against Westhead and Yulda's feet.

It seems that in this dreamlike world, there is no ugliness or attack.

However, Westhead did not feel relieved, but his brows twitched wildly.

It's hard, the fist is hard.

Because with just a quick glance, he saw that everything in front of him, whether it was trees, flowers, moonlight or small animals, was maintained by magic power that was so luxurious that it was jaw-dropping.

Only when the Holy Spirit drives the magic pool to supply power at all costs can such a fairy tale garden be created.

The Bright Holy Spirit is quite good at enjoying himself! I just don't know how much thought he put into the barrier defense.

However, her companions failed to notice Westhead's clenched fists, and Yulda was completely immersed in the joy of entering the holy land.

"Is this the center of the Bright Forest, the holy land of the Qinghui clan?"

The white-blonde girl moved forward very carefully, as if she were on a pilgrimage, for fear of stepping on any plants.

Those violet eyes carefully looked around everything. Rather than being intoxicated by the beauty before her, it would be more accurate to say that Yulda was surprised by the fact that she had "entered the holy land".

Because in the Qinghui Territory, the Holy Land is the most sacred place. Even within the Qinghui Family, only the ascended Qinghui Guild will go to the Holy Land once to receive the blessing of the Bright Holy Spirit.

Apart from this, this blessed place chosen by the Holy Spirit for the Qinghui ancestors according to legend does not accept any visitors.

Yuerda never thought that she would have such an honor.

"Brother, can I really go in? To meet the ancestors together? Does the ancestors agree?"

Westhead nodded:
"Of course I agree, but I want to correct you on one point. From now on, you should not ask the Holy Spirit of Purity whether he agrees or not, but my opinion."

"Brother?"

Yuerda's beautiful eyes narrowed when she heard these somewhat rebellious words, but she finally nodded and said, "Yes, I understand."

The brother and sister continued to walk in the holy land. The scenery in the garden was so beautiful that it seemed like they had stepped into a dream, but Westhead was in no mood to stop and admire it.

He walked quickly, following the increasingly strong call in his blood, and came to the center of the bright forest.

Behind the woods, the view suddenly opened up and what came into Westhead's sight was a shallow lake.

Even describing it as a lake was a bit inappropriate, as it was clearly an open pond that was only ankle-deep enough to cover the water.

On the emerald and clear lake, there are floating green lotus leaves, cherry and white flowers. The lake water is sparkling and filled with moonlight.

And around the shallow lake, there are smooth marble sculptures gushing hot springs, adding a bit of lingering mist to the lake.

Such a beautiful scenery is worthy of the name of a holy place.

However, all of this seems dull when compared with the beautiful figure in the center of the lake.

Floating on the shallow lake, slightly curled up, is a breathtakingly beautiful white-haired girl.

The soft and smooth white hair is decorated with laurel leaves and cherry blossoms, wrapped around the shoulders and arms.

There are orbs hanging on the elf-like pointed ears.

The white, translucent gauze dress with a hint of emerald green could not conceal the girl's perfect figure at all.

Large areas of snow-white and smooth skin are like a masterpiece sculpted by gods themselves, from the smooth back to the incredibly slender waist, all are covered with a clear glow.

The peaceful sleeping face shows what "beauty" is.

Using words like exquisite or gorgeous to describe her is too superficial and inadequate. To be precise, it is not that she looks "beautiful" but that the word "beauty" itself is tailor-made for her.

Except for the chaotic creatures, all ordered creatures, regardless of race, country, or beliefs and customs.

Any mortal with aesthetic sense would unanimously agree that she is the embodiment of pure beauty.

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The white-haired girl just lay quietly on the lake, but it seemed as if she wanted the whole world to cater to her elegant breathing.

Oh, it's not as if, in this holy place, the bright holy spirit is indeed the only center. The rise and fall of the girl's full breasts brought white mist that gathered and dissipated on the lake.

“Is she the Holy Spirit Ancestor?”

After a long period of silence, Yuerda almost held her breath and whispered.

"The obvious thing."

Westhead said calmly.

He was also a little surprised. When he ascended the throne, Westhead only heard the voice but did not see the entity of the Bright Holy Spirit. It should be said that before this, no one had probably ever seen the Bright Holy Spirit in this state.

It has to be said that being good-looking does bring privileges. Westhead's aggressive aura softened immediately, and he unconsciously looked at the white-haired girl a few more times.

My original mentality was "Old Deng, give me some gold coins", but suddenly it changed to "Ancestor, I see you still have your charm."

Now you have to be filial, but your filial piety may turn bad.

When Westhead waded into the lake, the sleeping creatures slowly opened their eyes and looked towards him.

(End of this chapter)