Chapter 1587: Chapter 278: Chain of Friendship
The Benevolent Lords from around the world were now gathered in the opulent fourth circle of Holy Spring City.
Their mounts and followers remained outside, while only their true selves quietly arrived at the residence of Ayimar Nur through the elevating platform within the waterfall.
The Parthians mimicked the Eternal Theocracy in every detail—Holy Spring City’s fourth circle was constructed in imitation of the twenty-second circle of the Eternal Theocracy in terms of structure, function, and even name.
“Forgiver” Ayimar Nur, the last and sole Grand Vizier of the Parthians, had now exiled himself to the top of a tower high above all beings, akin to a god detached from the mundane world. Ordinarily, he too was difficult to meet… just like His Holiness of the Holy Nation, relying on heralds to convey his desires.
Yet, from another perspective, the fourth circle was distinctly different from the Holy Nation… it lay in its opulence.
As once the capital of the Parthian Ancient Country, the hub of all wealth, the opulence of the fourth circle easily surpassed any place in the world—not merely the wealth of humanity since their birth, but also including the riches taken by the Winged Ones and the scaled bearers after the collapse of the Tower of Heaven.
The twenty-second circle of the Holy Nation primarily consisted of just a bed and a small room.
However, the fourth circle of Holy Spring City possessed a genuine crystal palace.
Everyone here had but one purpose, one mission, one goal, and that was to serve Ayimar Nur, striving to fulfill all of Ayimar Nur’s needs under the premise of him not leaving here as much as possible.
The roads here were even paved with gold, with every brick engraved in intricate patterns. A master goldsmith would spend five years just carving a single brick. Here lay the craftspeople’s blood, sweat, and tears, generations upon generations adding brick by brick to the hollow prosperity of the fourth circle.
And that incomparably magnificent palace did not even use mundane materials. The luminescent white crystal used here was the same kind used by the Atlantean to construct their underwater palaces. Across the entire world, there was scarcely more to be found; Parthia was the largest reserve—now all used to build Ayimar Nur’s palace.
If a Star Spirit were to visit this place, they would discover the palace was almost identical to their seabed homeland. There was only one difference—the original carvings of the “King of the Scaled” had been replaced with the visage of the Abyssal Celestial Envoy.
The King of the Scaled was a long Feathered Snake.
As the noble Sea God, His form was beautiful and elegant—the slender snake tail’s tip bore white skin with eight abdominals, adorned with scales colored like coral, tightly closed eyes, and platinum hair flowing in the water, appearing exceedingly splendid.
On that beautiful body, each scale gleamed like the most exquisite gemstone, the dragon horns on His head forming a crown, and the feathers on His back resembling shattered glass. If someone could approach the seabed, they would find that merely changing distance and angle with the palace would make the King of the Scaled on the outer walls seem to come to life.
The same craftsmanship was replicated and used to build the palace of the Benevolent Lords—solely on the basis of craftsmanship, Parthia was worthy of its ancient kingdom name.
However, the appearance of the Great Abyss was far from as splendid and noble as the Sea King.
He was an enormous and hideous Sea Monster, appearing like some colossal squid. Powerful and strong tentacles clung to the outer walls of structures, each pillar entwined with these tentacles, as if they were parasitized.
The most conspicuous feature of the Abyssal Celestial Envoy was His lack of a traditional “head.”
Where His head ought to be, it seemed to have exploded outward in all directions. The exploded flesh entwined together, forming a ragged, bloody cage. Trapped within it was a shadowy black figure.
This black figure was pure black, its outline utterly indiscernible… It constantly shifted, like an apparition.
And his hands tightly gripped the flesh cage, either as if trapped within it or as if operating a control lever.
This palace of crystal, resembling heaven, was entwined by the crystal-carved Great Abyss. Even a slight shift in perspective would make it feel as though the tentacles moved, and the shadowy figure in the blood cage at the top of the palace changed outlines with shifts in distance and angle.
This was the place originally intended for the summoning ritual of the Abyssal Celestial Envoy.
And at this moment, an elderly man with a kind and benevolent appearance stood in the center of the room.
On his head, he wore a white turban adorned with a string of gemstones; his loose gold-blue robe somewhat resembled a bathrobe from a bathing center. He had an extremely bushy white beard, hanging down to his chest. On his shoulders also hung gemstone chains, akin to the long bands worn by the clergy of the Holy Nation.
This chain was crafted from a series of rhombus-shaped gemstones, alternating between pale blue and soft gold, matching those entangled with the turban on his head.
This was Ayimar Nur.
His appearance resembled that of a greatest White Wizard, or a white-robed wizard from Middle-earth.
Yet, contrasting with his kind and benevolent visage and demeanor, his slightly squinted pupils were entirely a dull yellow vertical slit, and merely attempting to gaze at them induced an uncontrollable fear—that was the eye of the Dragon.