Three days later.
As expected, Xingge successfully completed the quantification and beca the third candidate to master the Fire Source Law.
The entire Royal City was in an uproar.
Three Special Level Combatants erging at the sa ti was an unprecedented feat.
Moreover, they were King Candidates, special figures who had mastered the Fire Source Law.
Rumors about the coming era of fire were everywhere, and even the topic of human revival couldn’t capture much attention.
How to purify this world within 5 to 10 years and recreate a blue and clear sky was the hottest topic in the streets and alleys.
Luo Weiya’s theory was no longer shocking, and even seed conservative.
When he disguised himself to spread his theories, he was scolded as a "coward," a "stubborn old man with an unthinking mind," and "a fool holding others back," which made him very troubled.
This feverish atmosphere quickly spread through the streets and alleys and expanded with the Royal City’s trade interactions with other towns.
In a short ti, the entire Troli was like a blazing oil pot, flowers gleaming brightly.
Everyone was eagerly anticipating more and bigger news of victory.
The Doomsday believers’ apocalyptic theories completely lost market.
Even the most pessimistic people regarded them as a group of rats hiding in the gutters, with their brains functionally deficient from eating too much filth.
No one believed their insane babblings anymore.
The situation that the Holy Church had spent countless efforts and heart’s blood to achieve appeared in a very short ti.
It even far exceeded imagination.
Horus sowhat regretted spreading those rumors; he initially just intended to bolster Rod’s prestige and boost people’s confidence, not expecting it to ignite like a dry twig catching fire.
This unusual fervor quickly alerted the King.
He issued an order, instructing the Supre Council to convene a eting specifically to discuss this matter.
However, most elders in the eting were indifferent.
One elder summarized:
"Isn’t it a good thing that people believe in victory and a bright future?"
But Judgnt Chief Lucian voiced opposition.
"Believing in victory is certainly not a bad thing, but blind reverence for victory might be. Although we have achieved a series of victories and gained a lot, that certainly doesn’t guarantee we will always be victorious in the future."
"The higher you stand, the harder you fall. If setbacks occur, people might veer to an opposite extre."
An elder asked: "Are you suggesting that this could be a conspiracy by the Doomsday believers?"
Lucian shook his head: "I cannot be certain, but it is possible."
"Heh heh heh."
The elder sneered: "Then the Doomsday believers are truly wise to fabricate such rumors that dig out their own surviving soil. Are these the legendary three masterminds who supposedly annihilated the Starry Kingdom?"
His words elicited a burst of laughter.
But Lucian’s expression remained unchanged, and he spoke calmly: "We must not take this lightly."
So elders supported his words.
"Indeed, this feverish atmosphere is abnormal."
"My granddaughter even asked last night when to launch a full-scale attack on the Dark World?"
"Listening to their tone, I thought the sun would burn away the Black Fog tomorrow."
Another faction of elders was not to be outdone.
"You’re too timid!"
"There’s nothing wrong with this!"
"When did we beco so cowardly? Is it not even allowed to talk about it?"
The opposing sides quickly descended into an argunt.
"Silence!"
First Elder Ando finally spoke after being quiet for a long ti.
"I believe this matter deserves attention. Our current victory is nothing in the face of true darkness. The future is indeed bright, but the path is winding. Blind arrogance will inevitably bring disaster. We should be neither arrogant nor impatient, neither blindly optimistic nor pessimistic, but move forward step by step to achieve ultimate victory."
There was a brief silence in the eting room, followed by enthusiastic applause.
Ando’s words steadied their mindset like a scale and pierced the confusion in their hearts like a sword.
"Worthy of being the First Elder, the strongest in Troli a hundred years ago."
This thought surfaced in everyone’s mind.
Only Horus felt sothing was amiss; he stayed specifically after everyone else had left.
"Heh, you saw through it."
Ando’s eyes were dim and cloudy, his voice hoarse like a withered tree.
He was too old; after Theodore’s death, he was Troli’s most elderly, ti having taken his vitality, and corruption affected his thinking.
His spirit was like a candle in the wind, nearly extinguished.
Ando opened his palm, revealing a small piece of paper in his wrinkled hand, bearing the very words he had spoken.
At a glance at the scrawly, chicken-scratch-like handwriting, Horus knew it was from Rod.
Among all the high-ranking mbers, only his atrocious handwriting was well-known.
With strong personal characteristics, it was also nearly impossible to imitate.
"This is the response delivered by the Spirit Crow ssenger."
Ando said hoarsely, even with just a few exchanges his expression visibly drained.
"Before the argunt started, I sent him the ssenger; that kid made wait at least half a clock hour before giving an answer."
Horus suddenly realized, no wonder Ando remained silent all along, originally thinking he was confident and in control of the situation, not expecting that he was rely waiting for Rod’s answer.
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