Chapter 1221: Chapter 1221

[Angela Jane, originating from the Jialan Star Domain, Radiant Feather Sequence 4, Apprentice Song Festival]

The young girl silently recited her identity information, then donned a white veil hood and walked into the corridor.

Half an hour later, she saw a few other song festival participants in the dining hall who were around her age. However, she did not rashly approach to converse; instead, she experimented with her identity chip to purchase a meal and ate a serving of potato beef stew.

According to Angela's description, they would go to the cathedral in the afternoon for prayer practice, spiritual purification, and learning resonance techniques from the high-level song festival participants there.

By this time, it was nearly time to leave. Tilan checked her watch and prepared to set off. If she could successfully evade the notice of the numerous high-ranking cult members, entering the central region afterward should not be difficult.

At 1:40 p.m., there were still 20 minutes left before the formal prayer and learning session, and only a few young song festival participants had arrived early, gathering in small groups. A massive Sun Emblem was etched on the church's main wall, alongside stained glass windows simulating sunlight.

Walking under the high domed ceiling of the church gave a sense of quiet and sacredness.

Tilan found a secluded spot to sit, her gaze directed at the stage, where a priestess already stood, likely with the strength of Sequence 6, part of the cult's mid to high echelon.

She then glanced around, observing the young song festival participants present; most were between Sequence 4-5. Reaching this level at their age, they must be outstanding talents selected from the Western Star Region.

Unsure of how this branch of the cult cultivated their song festival participants, Tilan recalled the knowledge she gained at Holy Soccarnas, noting many similarities.

Time ticked away, and as it neared 2:00 p.m., most participants had arrived, filling the seats inside the church with young figures.

Then followed the customary recitation of prayer words, some related to the Four Originals, others to Blanchi's life. It seemed like it was a newly composed set by the cult, using lavish wording and even deliberately employing obscure words and grammar to distinguish and indicate uniqueness.

Throughout the process, most people were devout, though a few inattentive individuals were noticed by the high-ranking priests present and were then invited to leave.

Initially, Tilan thought this prayer session would be followed by a relatively calm teaching session, but to her surprise, a disturbance followed as a squad of church guards dressed in white armor, their helmets concealing their eyes with wings, entered.

They first sealed off the area, and then several high-ranking cult members who arrived afterward reassured the young song festival participants present before dividing them into eight groups, gently dispersing them.

Evidently, they had been discovered. Although these people didn't immediately shout out, Tilan knew they were searching for her.

Indeed, before long, everyone inside the church had left, leaving only the young girl seated on the bench. Meanwhile, the other guards stood quietly on either side, not making any moves.

A golden-haired woman draped in a white robe and hood slowly ascended the stage, then removed her hood, revealing her face.

"I am 'Hope' La Gui'er, one of the 'Seven Virtues' of the cult. Welcome to the visit of this song festival lady." She already knew the girl below was a song festival participant, but wasn't yet aware of her specific identity.

"So, you've chosen the new 'Seven Virtues' according to the history of the Divine Wings of the Sun." The girl also stood up at this moment, lightly clasping the necklace at her chest and then removing a Black Crystal Pendant.

Seeing the ancient-styled Black Crystal Pendant, La Gui'er's eyes flickered, showing some shock.

"Are you... the Saintess of the Rock Sanctuary?" Someone blessed by the Four Originals, who was also a song festival participant.

Although the cult split into two branches, they were still quite informed and understanding of each other's high echelons. They merely had conflicting ideologies but both worshipped the Four Originals. If the person before them had received the blessing of 'Gray-white Crystal Rock' Brennard, she would also be respected in the other cult branch.

"Well, you could say that." Though she was somewhat confused about this identity, it seemed useful at the moment, so she chose to acknowledge it, after all, it's not exactly lying considering the Saintess of the Water had already acknowledged it.

Tilan raised the hand holding the Black Crystal Pendant, from which halos of light spread, transforming the entire church into a frost-covered sanctuary. The initially vigilant guards instantly turned into frozen statues, while the entire church's interior turned frost white.

At that instant, even La Gui'er felt her thoughts stumble and stiffen, with her earlier confidence and certainty beginning to waver. She started praying that Blanchi would quickly become aware of the situation here.

Clutching the pendant in her hand, Tilan walked step by step towards La Gui'er on the stage, making La Gui'er increasingly uneasy, her mind filled with regret for not bringing the entire high-rank force of the cult.

Fortunately, the change in the church's environment was finally detected from outside. With a few heavy thuds, the side door of the church was directly broken open, and a woman wielding a sword of boiling white flame stepped out. She wore tight-fitting white light armor that highlighted her slightly voluptuous figure, while three pairs of burning fiery wings extended from her back, giving off an imposing aura. As she walked into the church, flames flooded in like a deluge, with boiling white smoke rising everywhere, making sizzling sounds.

"I am 'Justice' from the Seven Virtues, chaos shall not prevail in this sacred place." The surging airstream lifted her golden wavy long hair, revealing the resolute and sky-blue eyes behind the white flame glow.

"So, it's Seraphiel." In the church interwoven with frost and white flame, that familiar voice pierced through the white smoke, causing the originally imposing 'Justice' of the Seven Virtues to deflate instantly, her eyes wavering.

She then saw that familiar figure step through the sea of fire, her fair fingers directly piercing through the air's moisture to grip the boiling fiery greatsword. As her fingers brushed over it, the once-flame-engulfed sword turned into fragile gray-white plaster that broke off piece by piece, scattered around.

"It's you..." Seraphiel uttered the name of the one who defeated her back in the day, with a tinge of bitterness.

"Or rather, should I say 'Black Angel's Songstress' 'Saintess of the Rock Sanctuary' 'Celestial Body of Angelic Descent'..." Each of these titles was anything but simple.