Chapter 530: The Stars Replace the King in Yellow?

Chapter 530: The Stars Replace the King in Yellow?

"Along the shore, cutting through the clouds

The twin suns sink into the lake

Long shadows fall down

There, on the wondrous night when the black star rises

The wondrous moon runs through the night

The tattered yellow robes flutter in the wind

The song silently fades away there

When the soul no longer sings

When tears no longer flow

The Lord of the Star Sea in the Distant Starry Sky

The formless, nameless chaos

He will descend amidst the expectations of countless believers!"

A neat chant began to echo from every corner of the Yellow Robe Church. The monks, clad in tattered yellow robes, bowed their heads, closed their eyes, and clasped their hands in front of their chests, reciting this ballad in a distant and devout tone.

The starlight that fell into the church became more radiant with the song, each point of light like a tiny elf with its own will.

At this moment, following the melody of the song, they danced gracefully up and down.

The gentle tune seemed to lead the listeners into the endless starry sky, where The Lord of the Star Sea in the Distant Starry Sky, the formless, nameless chaos, slowly emerged from the horizon, from their minds, and from their hearts amidst the shining stars.

An indescribable supreme existence, an unfathomable mysterious presence.

It was as if they saw something, yet saw nothing at all.

In a trance, the so-called starry sky and the so-called nameless one had disappeared.

In the central church, a figure dressed in a yellow robe and wearing a golden crown, barefoot and solemn, walked gracefully, accompanied by monks in yellow robes on either side.

Lady Lisa came to the front of the crowd, took a book called "The Revelation of the Yellow Robe" from a tray held by a monk, opened a page, and read aloud:

"On September 27, 1351, the great King in Yellow again descended His will from the distant sea of stars, received by the devout believer Lisa Bastian.

God said: A church is needed, and the organization of monks in yellow robes will henceforth be renamed the Yellow Robe Church, with Lisa Bastian as the first pope.

On December 31, 1351, at ten o'clock in the evening, the believer Lisa Bastian will establish the Yellow Robe Church under the gaze of the great King in Yellow and the witness of the divine envoy."

The vast starry sky seemed to respond, with bright and dazzling stars guiding beams of starlight through the glass dome into the interior of the Yellow Robe Church.

The first pope of the Yellow Robe Church, Lisa Bastian, bathed in the light of the stars, saw her golden crown gradually transform into a radiant, translucent crown of stars, emitting a pale blue glow.

The yellow robe she wore also changed, gradually transforming from an ordinary yellow robe into a black robe adorned with stars, with a crimson moon and an eternal sun, each retracting their light and imprinting themselves on either end of the star robe.

At this moment, the continuous starlight condensed in her right hand into a staff of stars, with a pale blue base intertwined with gold and black.

Golden patterns extended from the base of the staff to the top, forming a brilliant golden gem, like an eternal sun shining holy light.

Black patterns also intertwined, forming a mysterious coral-colored crescent moon on the other side of the staff, like a crimson moon gently exhaling moonlight.

All the guests attending the founding ceremony of the church held their breath, carefully observing every subtle change.

The archbishops of the Night Goddess Church and the Eternal Sun Church looked the most grim and serious, while the god-favored Utrawsky of the Earth Mother Church remained silent.

The symbolism was too intense, almost blasphemous to their faith.

The so-called King in Yellow, the master of the distant sea of stars, seemed to surpass the Eternal Sun and the Crimson Moon.

If not for the absence of divine oracles related to this, they would have certainly labeled the newly founded Yellow Robe Church as an evil and terrifying heretical organization!

The High Dimensional Overseer and the Primordial Hunger, who had returned unnoticed, were also observing the subtle changes in the starlight.

Their thoughts were that the stars were gradually replacing the King in Yellow!

Yes, this was an unmistakable signal!

This was the church of the King in Yellow, these were the followers of the King in Yellow, but the first pope was gradually becoming like the stars under their blessing.

The golden crown became a crown of stars, the yellow robe became a star robe...

The so-called divine revelation, the so-called miracle, was the stars exerting their power from afar, not the King in Yellow they worshiped.

This scene seemed to explain the relationship between the stars and the King in Yellow.

Perhaps from the beginning, the stars and the King in Yellow were not equivalent.

The stars devoured the King in Yellow and gradually reclaimed and occupied the authority that belonged to the King in Yellow.

The King in Yellow, the master of the distant sea of stars, such descriptions definitely overlapped with the authority of the stars.

The two had fought before, ending with the defeat of the King in Yellow.

After a long period of digestion and slumber, the stars awakened before the end times, while the King in Yellow remained forever asleep in past history.

Is this the truth about the stars?

The High Dimensional Overseer and the Primordial Hunger exchanged a glance, unable to be certain.

"Perhaps our thoughts are wrong. Since my awakening, I have witnessed the struggle between God and the mysterious, but have not sensed a war between the stars and the King in Yellow."

The Primordial Hunger spoke words only they could hear while chewing on a plump time worm as a snack.

"Indeed, it is impossible for such an ancient existence. Perhaps the stars are just a false identity."

"I am not good at thinking." The Primordial Hunger ate another time worm, licking its lips. "What you said earlier was correct. These worms taste good, but there are too few of them, gone in a few bites."

The High Dimensional Overseer said no more, his gaze shifting from the pope of the Yellow Robe Church to the starlight falling from the dome.

There, a figure was slowly taking shape.

He seemed to be formed purely of light, a conglomerate of starlight, an incarnation of a powerful extraordinary being.

The divine envoy of the Yellow Robe Church?

Ha, he should be called the favored of the stars.

The figure born from the pillar of starlight also attracted the attention of everyone present.

When all the starlight was absorbed into the figure, the people finally saw his specific appearance.

He wore a simple white robe, his long black hair flowing down to his waist, barefoot, with a handsome face and eyes filled with a starry sky, easily captivating those who met his gaze.

The most striking was the holy light naturally flowing from his body, as if he was purely composed of light.

If not for the lack of obvious sun-like aura, the archbishop of the Eternal Sun Church would have mistaken him for their own divine envoy.

"Divine Envoy." Even as the first pope of the Yellow Robe Church, Lady Lisa's tone remained respectful.

"You have done well." Hastur, adapting to this starlight incarnation, slowly spoke: "From now on, my title within the church will be Holy Master."

"I will grant you the wisdom to think, the determination to break through confusion, and guide you step by step to pursue the divine, until you reach the end of the starry sky."

Lady Lisa suppressed her excitement, trying to respond in a calm tone: "I will follow the Holy Master's divine revelation."

Having settled his future identity, Hastur glanced at the crowd, smiling: "Just now, a thief tried to steal from the church."

"The thief is here."

Before Hastur finished speaking, the High Dimensional Overseer threw four time worms in front of him.

"Consider it a gift for the founding ceremony of the Yellow Robe Church." The High Dimensional Overseer paused slightly on the word "yellow."

The Primordial Hunger looked at the last two time worms in his palm, hesitated for a moment, then stuffed them into his mouth, eating them clean, and then pretended nothing had happened, showing an innocent and naive expression.

"How thoughtful."

Hastur glanced at the four time worms, then looked far away at Amon, still wandering in the outskirts of Backlund.

He seemed in no hurry, even though his avatar responsible for stealing from the church had failed, he still had no intention of leaving Backlund.

His gaze remained focused on everything happening here.

When Hastur's gaze met Amon's, he had an interesting thought.

"I will hunt the thief tonight. Who wants to join me?"