Let you simulate life, but you change fate every time?!

Chapter 697: Chapter 385: Dawn Church, 1 Million Forbidden Army!

"Our illness is actually cured?"

Somewhere in the sewers.

When the light retracted and everything returned to calm.

Everyone kept examining their bodies, disbelief written all over their faces.

"This is great, we’ll no longer have to endure the torment of darkness!"

"The Lord of Dawn has manifested, he must be the messenger sent by the Lord of Dawn to save us!"

"Oh Lord of Dawn above, your followers offer you the most devout prayers!"

The heavily mutated ones were emotionally charged, joining their hands in prayer and kneeling directly on the ground.

They lowered their heads, murmuring words.

Upon seeing this scene, Lu Yuan was not surprised.

According to the information he had gathered.

Since the revival of that Tier Seven enigma.

The order of the Martial Arts World collapsed, and the apocalypse descended.

Originally, when Tao Yaoyao was around, she could barely maintain the order of Blue Star with her powerful strength.

But with her disappearance along with that Tier Seven enigma, the entire Blue Star fell into chaos and disorder.

All desires lost their shackles, only the law of the jungle remained as the only truth.

Other Human Race powerhouses had their own agendas, and ultimately the vast Martial Extreme Daoist School was split into pieces, becoming part of history.

And in this dark apocalypse, faith became the last refuge and spiritual pillar for most ordinary people.

In this context.

The Dawn Church was born and quickly rose.

In just a century’s time, it replaced the Martial Extreme Daoist School and became the number one power in the Martial Arts World.

Nowadays, the followers and influence of the Dawn Church are ubiquitous, spread across thirty-two human survivor bases, with all branches of the Martial Extreme Daoist School uprooted.

Only the last base of Martial Extreme City still struggles to hold on under the fierce assault of the Dawn Church.

Wu Hai, revived, was also wildly ecstatic.

Because all the diseases and Dark Energy within him had been completely expelled, and he suddenly became decades younger.

Although his hair was still white, his demeanor was completely refreshed, his voice loud and powerful, as if he had become a different person.

Not only that.

The little boy named Wu Hong also underwent earth-shattering changes after being illuminated by the divine light.

His protruding eyes and a head obviously more swollen than ordinary people returned to normal.

"Hong’Er’s illness is cured too?"

"Unworthy disciple, many thanks to the Martial Ancestor for the life-saving grace."

Overwhelmed with joy, Wu Hai touched his grandson’s head with calloused hands, then knelt down and kowtowed heavily to Lu Yuan three times.

Lu Yuan did not evade, accepting the act calmly.

"Rise, I have some questions to ask you."

Lu Yuan said indifferently.

Wu Hai was a descendant of the Wu Clan from Cangzhou, also a descendant of old acquaintances.

Encountering him now suggested that his fate was not yet sealed.

"What does the Martial Ancestor wish to know? As a disciple, I will speak without reservation."

Wu Hai said respectfully.

"Let’s leave first, this isn’t the place to talk."

With a slight movement of his thoughts, Lu Yuan transformed into a streak of rainbow light, taking Wu Hai and his grandson, disappearing from the sewer in an instant.

In just a few breaths later.

When Wu Hai regained his senses, he found himself amidst the ruins outside the base city.

At this time, the night was falling, and the Dark Energy surged.

Even Qi Blood Martial Dao experts dared not stay outside the city long.

Yet Lu Yuan had a golden divine glow swirling around him, forming a screen of light that enveloped Wu Hai and his grandson.

No matter how rampant the external Dark Energy was, it could not harm them in the slightest.

"What grandfather said back then was right; the Martial Ancestor indeed possesses world-resonating abilities and is the last hope of our Human Race!"

Wu Hai thought enthusiastically.

"Do you know the whereabouts of Martial Extreme Daoist School’s head Tao Yaoyao and that Tier Seven enigma?"

Lu Yuan casually asked, not holding much hope for Wu Hai.

After all, according to the Qi Blood Martial Dao system, Wu Hai’s power was weak, not even considered a First-grade Martial Artist.

With his power and status, it would be difficult for him to access such core secrets.

Upon hearing the question, Wu Hai’s expression tightened, and he clasped his fists and saluted immediately.

"Reporting to the head, the battle between Head Tao Yaoyao and the Tier Seven enigma took place five hundred years ago."

"During this time, the Dawn Church has forbidden anyone from mentioning or documenting this matter, and I know little about it."

"However, Martial Extreme City is our Daoist School’s headquarters, surely someone there knows the inside story."

Wu Hai replied truthfully.

"Martial Extreme City, hmm?"

Lu Yuan turned his head towards the direction of the south, deciding to see for himself.

"Martial Ancestor, the Dawn Church has been suppressing and annexing the forces of the Martial Extreme Daoist School these years."

"Recently, they even gathered over a million Forbidden Guard Army, intending to completely capture Martial Extreme City; if you go there rashly at this time..."

Wu Hai glanced at Lu Yuan, hesitating to speak.

Although Lu Yuan, as the founder of Qi Blood Martial Dao, had always been the spiritual belief of the Daoist School’s disciples.

But he had disappeared for ten thousand years, and no one knew his current strength.

In contrast, the Dawn Church was at its zenith, besides having dozens of Archbishops comparable to peak powerhouses stationed there.

The rumor also claimed.

The Pope of the Dawn Church was the second peerless expert to step into the Tenth-Grade True King Realm after Tao Yaoyao!

This also meant that.

In the absence of Tao Yaoyao and that Tier Seven enigma.

The Dawn Pope was the strongest in this world.

None other!

"Wrong, it’s rumored that even the Tenth-Grade True King only has a lifespan of a few thousand years, but the Martial Ancestor has lived over ten thousand years and is still so youthful."

"Doesn’t this mean that the Martial Ancestor’s power is even greater than the Dawn Pope?"