Below the Star River Mountain Path.
Instructor Pang and the others ascended the mountain steps. Without the guardian statues, they could easily pass through the path and reach the summit.
Old Bao was even faster. He was a baptized individual and would not be affected by the restrictions of the Star River Mountain Path.
That Emperor's aura was truly too astonishing.
They desperately wanted to know what was happening above.
"So many people have already died, do you still not think it's enough?" Hailong said in a deep voice.
"Your power is ultimately borrowed. No matter the cost, can you borrow this power for a lifetime? Leaving now would be best for everyone. If you insist on continuing to casually take the lives of our Pathenon Temple mages, then you are an enemy of all humanity, and you cannot bear the consequences!"
"Are you threatening me?"
Jiang Yuan's eyes narrowed slightly, and the immense pressure instantly made Hailong breathless.
"It's still very simple for me to flatten the Pathenon Temple."
…
Without a Forbidden Curse, no one could stop Jiang Yuan.
Hailong had no doubt about Jiang Yuan's words of flattening the Pathenon Temple.
Should they disregard everything and sacrifice their lives for the inviolable sanctity of the Pathenon Temple, or should they endure humiliation to preserve it?
Struggling, conflicted.
Ultimately, left speechless.
Hailong fell silent.
The Grand Sage is dead.
More than half of the Judgement Hall is dead.
The High Judge of the Holy Judgment Court is dead, seven judges are dead, and the remaining few judges don't even dare to hold the Sin Stone.
The high-end combat power of the Knight Palace also suffered severe losses. The Hall Master Hailong was suppressed motionless; if not for his full resistance, he would have knelt on the ground.
The Hall Mother Pamir was severely injured and even willing to let Jiang Yuan and the others leave safely.
Since the founding of the Pathenon Temple, such humiliation had never occurred.
How could the Pathenon Temple, which stands above the five Magic Associations, the supreme magical holy land in the hearts of mages, become like this?
For the first time, they felt a deep fear and confusion.
"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh~~~"
A cold wind howled, harshly scraping across everyone's faces.
"If you don't speak, then I will."
Jiang Yuan broke the deathly silence, his voice carried by the cold wind into everyone's ears.
"First, I declare Xinxia innocent."
"Any objections?"
The atmosphere was terrifyingly cold.
No one dared to answer.
"Hall Mother, you will represent the Pathenon Temple and answer me. Xinxia is innocent, any objections?" Jiang Yuan looked at Pamir and said lightly.
Pamir lowered her head then raised it, her face showing no expression, and said, "No… no objections."
As soon as these words were uttered, the fear in everyone's eyes deepened.
"Good." Jiang Yuan nodded and continued, "Then I further declare that all judges who cast the black Sin Stone just now are guilty and should receive Dark Judgment."
"Any objections?"
His gaze once again turned to Pamir.
Pamir took a deep breath: "No objections."
"The Hall Master of the Judgement Hall and all the Judgement Mages are guilty, any objections?"
"No objections."
"Oh, right, those Golden Radiance Knights are also guilty, any objections?"
"No objections."
Jiang Yuan nodded in satisfaction, laughing, "Heh heh, your actions are indeed worthy of the white robe you wear."
The white robe, the Pope wears a white robe.
Only the Pope himself knows about the white robe.
The fear deep within Pamir's heart magnified infinitely at this moment.
She was now 100% certain that Jiang Yuan knew her identity as the Pope, otherwise, why would he mention the Pope's white robe after talking about the Pope's ring?
It was almost explicit!
"The matter isn't over yet, I haven't found the mastermind who framed Xinxia," Jiang Yuan said.
Everyone's hearts pounded.
Was he going to find someone to bear all the responsibility?
"Brother Yuan, let's go, it's enough," Xinxia said softly.
"No, we must find the person who framed you!" Mo Fan quickly interjected.
He didn't think it was a big deal at all. If they couldn't find the person who framed Xinxia, he would rather let Jiang Yuan overturn the entire Pathenon Mountain!
"That's right, we must find her." Jiang Yuan turned his head and spoke to the empty air beside him, "Bring Yi Zhisha over."
"As you command." A woman's voice rang out.
Everyone was shocked.
Jiang Yuan had helpers nearby, and they hadn't noticed them at all.
And what did it mean to bring Yi Zhisha over? Were they going to push all the responsibility onto a cold corpse?
Soon, a leaf coffin floated out from the Goddess Hall.
The coffin lid opened, and Yi Zhisha lay peacefully inside, her complexion showing no sign of the pallor of a corpse.
No matter how one looked at it, she seemed to be in a deep sleep, not a cold corpse.
"Hala, give me Dulanke's corpse," Jiang Yuan said to the dark execution ground below the mountain.
At this time, many judges inside had already died, and High Judge was even torn into pieces.
Hala made a strange sound and sent Dulanke's shattered remains to Jiang Yuan through the dark passage.
And even spit out Dulanke's soul, which it had swallowed.
One must know that for dark creatures, such high-quality souls are definitely a great tonic; how could they possibly spit them out from their stomachs?
Everyone was almost numb.
It turned out that Jiang Yuan was not just using Dark Judgment.
But he could control Hala!
Jiang Yuan looked at the shattered remains on the ground, his face full of disgust.
However, he still cast a surge of undead aura upon it, reassembling its body, and then stuffed the soul back in.
Dulanke was resurrected, but he was resurrected as an undead.
"Ah!!!"
The first thing Dulanke did upon coming back to life was let out a scream, as if the torment in the dark execution ground had not yet ended.
"Quiet."
A voice struck his mind, and Dulanke instantly quieted down.
His eyes saw Jiang Yuan, but what he saw was completely different from what a living person saw.
What he saw was the supreme ruler of Death.
The true God of Death!
"Tell them what your plan was," Jiang Yuan commanded.
Dulanke dared not disobey and immediately began to narrate:
"Before Wen Tai's Death, Yi Zhisha and I had already begun to plan everything…"
The above narration omits eight or nine hundred words of content.
The general meaning was that Wen Tai was too strong, and Yi Zhisha could not establish herself. They caused Wen Tai to die in the Dark Judgment, but the Parthenon Soul disappeared without a trace.
After their investigation, they found Wen Tai's daughter, Ye Xinxia. Wen Tai had hidden the Parthenon Soul within Ye Xinxia's body.
In order to obtain the Parthenon Soul, he and Yi Zhisha planned everything.
The suicide of the Saintess was because of them.
Penny Jia's Death was also not Ye Xinxia's doing.
Penny Jia was their person all along; she committed suicide.
The more everyone listened, the more they couldn't believe it.
The matter actually involved Yi Zhisha from Saint Wen Tai, and the vanished Parthenon Soul was actually within Ye Xinxia's body!
It didn't sound real at all.
Moreover, Yi Zhisha was already dead, so what was the point of planning all this?
"Yi Zhisha will come back to life," Dulanke said.
Everyone's gaze immediately focused on Yi Zhisha's body, showing no signs of coming back to life.