Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 2722: Chapter 2717: White King

Directly at the ceremony site?

This scene, full of eternal affection captured in a glance, is truly classic.

Not only did he instantly realize that he had arrived at the sacred wedding site, Fu Qian even confirmed his identity as a member of the priestess team.

It’s not surprising; aside from the altar at his feet being classic, it’s peculiar if a family like the Larea does not engage in some form of belief system.

Since the Mythic Era of the Bookstore World, the faith in Superior Beings has gradually declined, true, but that’s for mortals,

Don’t forget this Divine Human Family’s ability type: as long as one moment their face is right, they can leap from mortal status to divine power with no effort.

Even in the Mythic Era, this treatment is clearly of the highest tier, there is simply no reason not to be superstitious.

In summary, having observed several times, the Em House Palace has always had a rich atmosphere of faith.

At the same time, it is different from traditional churches and temples, not only lacking statues, but even after extensive research, Fu Qian does not know the name of what they believe in.

Including the information provided by the Night Watchman, there is no mention of this.

"I have never doubted my choice; you are the one for me."

Amidst the final note of the bell, a familiar voice continued.

Typically, the bride ought to be more reserved, but at that moment, staring at her husband, she spoke first, boldly and firmly expressing her feelings.

It was evident that this surprised the onlookers; the priests managed their expressions somewhat, but not one female guest in the front row had a trace of a smile on her face.

For instance, there was someone in a familiar wine-red long dress.

Her makeup was somewhat messy, yet she appeared young at a glance, as radiant as the bride herself...

Most importantly, she was indeed placed in the front row, able to witness everything happening on the altar from the closest proximity, hence her gaze was sharp as a knife.

"...Thank you."

It wasn’t just the audience; even the other newlywed seemed somewhat shaken.

Mr. Ji Sr. remained silent for a breath’s time, then responded with excessive politeness.

Of course, any reaction at this moment could be over-interpreted.

This not-so-quick response could be understood as a solemn vow.

Moved by his future wife’s words, he refrained from repeating clichés and used the simplest language to express his commitment to this love...

"Very good."

For example, Mr. Jose appeared very pleased, to the point of finally standing from his seat at the back, garnering the entire audience’s attention with a casual compliment.

Including the two newlyweds.

"Don Juan" released his new wife’s hand, turned to face his father, and stepped forward, kneeling down on one knee.

...

The old man’s task truly involved significant sacrifice.

For such a ceremony, it was a perfectly normal scene.

But at that moment, as an observer, Fu Qian couldn’t help but admire the dedication of his predecessor.

Previously, he transformed into the saint of romance, tirelessly engaging in soul exchanges and even sacrificing physically.

At this point, even the gold beneath his knee was ignored, directly cooperating to make such humble gestures.

Simply this point seems to prove that this is the true core of the ceremony—though not the matrimonial ceremony, but a meticulously planned transcendent ritual.

Indeed, for Fu Qian, the scene before him contained elements of a deliberately guided ceremony, its probability becoming increasingly evident.

On one hand, various elements mingled, pushing the atmosphere of the entire Em House Palace to a climax.

On the other hand, the extensive preparations Mr. Ji Sr. made focused on a group of harmless women.

Aside from playing special roles in the ceremony, it’s hard to imagine these frail fingers posing any threat to Mr. Jose.

So, what kind of ceremony is it?

At that moment, Fu Qian started to ponder.

"Remember your identity, my son."

Nor did Mr. Jose leave anyone in suspense for long, gazing down at the young man at his feet, signaling him to stand up straight at some point.

After the latter stood up straight and adjusted his sash, Jose’s hand pressed on his shoulder, uttering a slightly odd phrase.

"White is the initial color; the White King is the king of all."

...

Seems like an interesting title has been heard.

The final stage is presided over by Mr. Jose himself, which seems very normal to Fu Qian.

As mentioned earlier, the Larea Royal Court is beyond a simple description of the integration of politics and religion.

So who could better represent the faith’s earthly symbol than the one wielding the Face of the Divine Human Jose?

Whether it was the Female Priestess rattling bells earlier or players like himself setting the stage, they essentially belonged to the atmosphere team.

Therefore, to Fu Qian, the expectation for Mr. Jose’s performance was ever-present.

The result did not disappoint; the man opened his mouth only to reveal a title, seemingly shrouded by the Night Watchman’s intentional concealment.

White King?

Straightaway, it has a sense of purity and sanctity; is this the title they give to the divine lineage’s bestower?

Honestly, it doesn’t seem that related to the Dark Moon.

"It is one as well as many; it is the unnameable purity, and also the Thousand-faced Holy Spirit."

As Fu Qian was commenting, Mr. Jose did not leave any suspense, continuing his speech.

And it sounded even less related to the Dark Moon.

Thousand-faced Holy Spirit?

Fu Qian noted that the Larea Family seemed ambitious; in their understanding, the Face of the Divine Human Jose wore at this moment is merely a gift from the White King?

This instantly overshadows even the First Generation Dark Moon’s scale.

Additionally, Jose’s posture was unexpectedly solemn, evoking a sense of peculiarity.

Influenced by the ceremony’s atmosphere, moved by the newlyweds’ vows?

This is indeed a common explanation, sounding reasonable as well.

But that’s only for mortals; even if one isn’t a High-level Extraordinary, how many high-ranking nobles in such positions would easily have their emotions swayed?

Mr. Ji Sr.’s strategy seemed genuinely well-prepared; at this moment, Mr. Jose indeed appeared somewhat special.

"You are mistaken, I am not your son."

And in the next moment, an even more explosive response emerged.

Facing his father’s earnest teachings, "Don Juan" maintained a composed demeanor, speaking as if revealing himself, with a voice loud enough for everyone to hear.

"I am but the self you envision."

And as the hall fell silent, he turned away, his gaze sweeping across the faces of people, particularly the flower-like faces of the ladies, as if finally mustering the courage.