The Divine Messenger

This chaotic world began to shatter and dissolve. He slowly opened his eyes, first seeing a mottled ceiling, with the left corner already collapsed, allowing him to see the blue sky.

His hand twitched, covered in a sticky substance. He even touched something wet and slippery. Startled, he raised his hand and saw it was covered in blood.

He sat up abruptly. To his left lay his mother's corpse, with intestines, heart, and bones piled messily around her. In front of him was his father's head, his eyes wide in death. Behind the head were thighs chopped into segments, and his father's upper body had been scraped down to a skeleton.

Just looking at it made his heart ache as if cut by a knife.

His parents were dead.

But he was still alive, as if a miracle had descended upon him.

He stood up, looking at his parents' corpses.

He wanted to survive, to carry the weight of his parents' and sister's deaths, and to avenge them.

After properly burying his parents' bodies, he first plotted how to kill Ian. Ultimately, he found that with his strength alone, it was very difficult to kill the heavily guarded Ian.

After much thought, he decided to secretly infiltrate the Moton Estate first.

Disguising himself thoroughly to ensure no one could recognize him from his appearance, he returned to the bustling street.

A thick scarf completely covered his face. The winter sunlight fell on him, but he only felt cold.

This was the street leading to the Weiqigang Cathedral, which was also the only path to the Moton Estate. At this moment, the street was bustling and extremely lively. Everyone was heading forward, their eyes filled with a sense of sacredness.

Cang Xing thought that with so many people, he could easily slip into the Moton Estate.

He was swept along by the crowd. The citizens beside him kept saying: "The Angel is here!"
"The Angel has entered our Rowle Territory."
"That is a true Angel!"
"He is the second-ranked Angel created by God!"
"The Divine Messenger's holy name is Bai Qiwei! My name also has the character 'seven' in it. This is truly a great honor!"

Hearing this, Cang Xing kept repeating in his heart: A true Angel.

He couldn't help but feel a spark of hope ignite in his heart, and this hope grew stronger as he listened to the people around him.

"The Angel left heaven to descend to the mortal world. The Angel is here to punish evil, promote good, and judge demons!"

Punish evil, promote good, judge demons—these words struck a chord deep within him.

He couldn't overthrow the entire Moton family alone, but a true Angel might be able to.

He chose to believe in an Angel for once.

He joined the conversation: "Where is the Angel?"
"Don't you know? He is at the Weiqigang Cathedral."

He understood. The crowd headed toward the Weiqigang Cathedral. The grand yet gloomy building came into view. Perhaps due to his psychological state, the building, which seemed surrounded by black mist, actually appeared to be enveloped in a ring of holy light.

The Angel statue in front of the cathedral also seemed slightly different from usual. The cold eyes of the past now held warmth, and its high-and-mighty posture seemed to lower itself toward the mortal world.

The crowd swarmed into the cathedral. As soon as he entered, Cang Xing felt as if he had crossed a barrier, entering another space.

Sure enough, what lay before him was not the interior of a cathedral, but a seemingly boundless space. Countless people stood in this space, looking up.

Cang Xing also looked up and saw a man in elaborate clothing. The man had short grey hair, and his clothes were also grey. He stood on a high platform decorated with countless fresh flowers, looking down proudly at everyone.

The Pope waited respectfully on one side.

Cang Xing recognized the Pope wearing a white robe. The man whom even the Pope respected must be the Divine Messenger, Bai Qiwei.

He looked up at Bai Qiwei, and for some reason, he felt that Bai Qiwei's gaze intentionally or unintentionally lingered on him.

The Pope cleared his throat, his loud and resonant voice echoing: "The Divine Messenger has come to the mortal world to gather faith. Please close your eyes and pray sincerely. Your faith will all go to the Divine Messenger. The Divine Messenger can hear the most sincere prayers and might even grant that person's deepest desires."

Cang Xing pondered the word "desire." His desire was to kill Ian—no, he wanted to kill everyone in the Moton family.

Everyone obediently closed their eyes. The sound of prayers was like sacred music, filled with peace and harmony.

Cang Xing also prayed, but his heart gradually grew agitated. He wanted to open his eyes, but his eyelids felt as if they were glued shut, making it difficult to open them.

In his mind, the corpses of his parents appeared, blood and hatred intertwined, and his hatred reached the heavens.