Chapter 781: Continuing to Shape Personalities

"No! This is impossible! This must be an illusion!"

Amidst the panicked screams of the clerics.

"Rumble——!!!"

Accompanied by an earth-shaking roar.

That gigantic statue, which had stood for countless years, suddenly collapsed right in front of everyone!

Massive fragments of white jade crashed down like meteors, smashing giant craters into the flat ground of the plaza.

Dust filled the sky, shooting up and blocking out the sunlight.

The entire Holy City trembled violently at this moment!

Panic swept through the entire city in an instant, like a plague.

Countless civilians and believers rushed onto the streets, looking at the collapsed statue and letting out desperate cries.

"The sky has fallen! The sky has fallen!"

"The gods have abandoned us!"

"What on earth happened?!"

The massive commotion immediately alerted the upper echelons of the Holy City.

"Swish! Swish! Swish!"

Several streaks of light radiating a powerful aura of light soared into the sky from various corners of the Holy City, speeding over.

At the lead was none other than Archbishop Andrew!

Following closely behind was the leader of the Holy Knights Order, along with dozens of core high-ranking members of the knights order.

When they rushed to the plaza, seeing the rubble all over the ground and the ruins symbolizing the collapse of their faith.

Everyone's complexion turned deathly pale.

"No… It can't be…"

Archbishop Andrew trembled all over as he stared at the pile of ruins, his voice shaking.

"The statue has collapsed… Faith has been severed…"

"This is… This is the sign of the Holy Lord's fall!"

The leader of the Holy Knights Order drew the greatsword from his waist, his eyes bloodshot, and roared at his subordinates:

"Hurry! Go to the Holy Palace!"

"Head to the Holy Palace immediately to confirm the Holy Lord's safety!"

The group went mad, turning into streaks of light as they sprinted toward the deepest part of the Holy City, to the most magnificent main hall of the Holy Palace.

"Bang!"

Andrew kicked open the heavy doors of the Holy Palace's main hall.

"Lord Holy Master!"

Everyone anxiously rushed into the hall.

However, the main hall was empty and silent.

Only on the golden throne symbolizing supreme power, a withered staff that had lost all luster lay discarded alone.

That was Francis's staff that he never parted with!

Looking at that withered staff, all lucky hopes were completely shattered at this moment.

An immense fear shrouded the hearts of everyone present.

The main hall was dead silent.

After a long while.

A deputy commander of the Holy Knights Order dropped to his knees with a thud, tears streaming from his eyes.

He looked at the empty throne, his voice carrying endless despair and trembling.

"The old Holy Lord…"

"He… Has he returned to the God Realm?"

These words caused the high-ranking members of the Holy Knights Order present to lower their heads. At this critical juncture where the world was changing rapidly and ancient ruins were Awakening one after another, if even their strongest spiritual pillar and Peak combat power had fallen, what kind of future could the Free Federation possibly have?

"Shut up!"

Archbishop Andrew turned around, the wrinkles on his face bunching together, his chest heaving violently as he glared at the other party. "Who allowed you to spout nonsense here?!"

"Lord Holy Master is the Peak of the current world, the existence closest to the gods, how could anything possibly happen to him?!" Andrew's voice echoed in the main hall, his tail-end trembling. "What we need to do right now is wait quietly! Wait for him to return victorious!"

That deputy commander closed his mouth, burying his head on the ground, not daring to say another half sentence.

Andrew turned to look at the trusted knights behind him, commanding in a deep voice: "Dispatch all elite scouts, at all costs, to find the whereabouts of the Holy Lord as soon as possible. Especially in the direction of the Old Days Mountains, you must thoroughly investigate the truth!"

"In addition—" Andrew swept his gaze across everyone present, "Everything discovered here today, including the shattering of the statue and the abandonment of the Holy Master's staff, is not allowed to be leaked to the outside world by even a fraction! Whoever dares to leak even a hint of wind and cause turmoil in the Holy City will be executed without mercy!"

"Understood!" Everyone acknowledged in unison, lowering their heads and retreating.

Meanwhile, tens of thousands of meters high in the sky, the gale winds were like knives.

A sixty-meter-long Abyssal Magic Dragon, like a black lightning bolt, traveled rapidly across the horizon.

Every beat of its huge dragon wings could tear open a naked-eye visible vacuum channel in the clouds. The earth and mountains below retreated swiftly like flowers passing on horseback, and Xiao Hei was carrying Zhou Huai straight toward the distant and ancient Egyptian realm.

The broad and flat dragon back appeared somewhat crowded at the moment.

Besides Zhou Huai standing against the wind, and the tree demon Chun looking around with great interest nearby, there were also as many as six figures radiating terrifying coercion, standing quietly like javelins.

Gandalf, Moria, Hou Yi, Gabriel, Yasuo, Caesar.

These top-tier Clones, who had once followed Zhou Huai to fight across the land and achieved illustrious military exploits, were all released by him in one go.

Among them, Yasuo, draped in a black windbreaker and hugging a thunder longsword, and Gandalf, in a grey robe and holding a staff, were already completely different from their previous dull Puppet appearances.

Their eyes revealed the profundity and wisdom of having gone through the vicissitudes of life.

At this moment, these two were sitting cross-legged on the edge of the dragon back with their eyes slightly closed. In the surrounding air, faint thunder and elemental Laws were faintly jumping.

Zhou Huai knew that this was because after having their virtual personalities rewritten and possessing independent Souls, they were quietly touching and comprehending the "Domain" barrier belonging to level-70 powerhouses.

They only needed a little time, and these two Clones could completely usher in a qualitative change.

"There are still four left…"

Zhou Huai rubbed his slightly throbbing glabella, shifting his gaze to Moria, Hou Yi, Gabriel, and Caesar, who were still standing like wooden stakes nearby.

Although the smart core ai version 2.0 was powerful, it required him, the host, to personally input a detailed, logically rigorous, and emotionally tense life resume into the Personality Editor.

Only those life trajectories that had experienced blood and fire, despair and Rebirth, could truly give birth to strong obsessions, thereby knocking open the door to the Domain.

Making up stories for Xiang Yu, Yasuo, and Gandalf had already consumed quite a few of his brain cells.

Now he still had to make up four in a row.

Even as a creator who had experienced great storms, he felt a bit of a headache.

Zhou Huai's gaze fell upon Moria.

This Night Stalker had skin so pale it was almost transparent, and a head of silver-white long hair casually draped over his shoulders. Even dressed in simple coarse cloth, it was hard to hide that innate, aloof and melancholic aura resembling a fallen aristocrat.

"Moria… Night Stalker, the king of the eternal night."

Zhou Huai rubbed his chin, inspiration spinning rapidly in his mind like sparks.

A Professional who controlled shadows, manipulated Devilish Qi, and could incarnate into an undefeated demon god in the dark of night could never be a flower grown in a greenhouse.

The background color of his Soul had to be extreme coldness and extreme blackness!