Chapter 1162: Chapter 1161: Riding Together
Three days later, Ling Feng reluctantly left the gentle village. Maybe because this farewell was going to be longer, the ladies gave it their all, nearly making Ling Fengās ironclad body unable to bear it.
Yet time was pressing, and though the gentle village was alluring, Ling Feng steeled himself to leave them.
As he left, Ling Feng wasnāt sure if he could return, as no one knew what dangers the alternate dimension might hold.
With less than ten days until Atlantis manifested, Ling Feng didnāt wait for the Bright Saintess to invite him; instead, he headed straight toward the territory of the Papal Court of Light.
After calling the Bright Saintess, Ling Feng waited near Vatican for her reception.
Soon after, the Bright Saintess arrived with several Knights of Light to where Ling Feng was.
"Caution!" A Knight of Light behind the Bright Saintess shouted upon seeing Ling Feng: "Protect the Saintess!"
Immediately, they surrounded the Bright Saintess, vigilantly eyeing Ling Feng.
Now, due to the Power of the Abyss, Ling Feng looked vastly different from before; even the Bright Saintess didnāt realize at first that the tall, Demon God-like man was actually Ling Feng.
"Saint Di Anfu, is this the hospitality of your Church?" Ling Feng smiled at the Knights of Light, who looked as if they were facing a great enemy, and said, "I came as promised, but it seems youāre not welcoming me!"
The Bright Saintess looked at Ling Feng in surprise: "You... you are Ling Feng? How did you turn into this?"
Saying that, she gestured for the Knights of Light protecting her to lay down their weapons and vigilance, approached Ling Feng, and carefully inspected him, indeed finding he was Ling Feng.
"Youāre quite bold!" Ling Feng glanced at the tense Knights of Light behind the Bright Saintess and said: "Arenāt you afraid of me like this?"
"Whatās there to fear?" The Bright Saintess pouted and said, "Your body must harbor a very powerful force, which has made you this way! Letās go, the Pope asked me to bring you over; heās been wanting to meet you!"
With that, the Bright Saintess took Ling Fengās hand and proceeded forward: "Hurry up, donāt keep the Pope waiting!"
Ling Feng hesitated for a moment, then smiled slightly and followed the Bright Saintess.
The Knights of Light exchanged glances, clearly having been overly nervous, yet this man indeed gave them a very dangerous feeling!
The Holy City of the Papal Court of Light is within Vatican; Vatican is the smallest country in the world, with an area of only 0.44 square kilometers, you can see the edges from a high point!
However, upon entering Vatican, Ling Feng did not see any trace of the Holy City; could it be that the Holy City of the Papal Court of Light is also in a Small World?
With this suspicion in mind, the Bright Saintess brought Ling Feng to the Sistine Cathedral, and as they came before it, Ling Feng felt a solemn aura welcoming them.
"There must be something fishy about this cathedral; this aura isnāt something ordinary buildings possess!" Ling Feng thought to himself.
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"Come in!" The Bright Saintess said, then pushed open the cathedral doors.
Walking inside the cathedral, surrounded by murals from the Holy Bible, reaching the end, the Bright Saintess knelt and prayed devoutly.
In her murmured prayers, a pillar of white light descended from the dome above.
"Letās go!" The Bright Saintess glanced at Ling Feng, then stepped forward, took Ling Fengās hand, and walked into the light pillar.
Stepping into the light pillar, Ling Feng felt a warm power enveloping him, like the afternoon sun, warm and cozy.
When the white light faded, Ling Feng opened his eyes and saw they were already on a lush green meadow, with a distant stream meandering through, and a verdant forest lining the riverbanks.
"Is this your Holy City?" Ling Feng asked curiously.
The Bright Saintess pointed to a distant mountain: "Our Holy City is atop the Holy Mountain!"
With that, the Bright Saintess clapped her hands, and the neighing of horses resounded from the sky.
Looking up, two winged unicorns flew down from the clouds, landing before the Bright Saintess and Ling Feng.
"The foot of the Holy Mountain has a strong prohibition; only unicorns can smoothly enter and exit!" The Bright Saintess said: "So we have to ride unicorns to enter!"
She patted the unicornās neck, and it affectionately licked the Bright Saintessās hand.
The Bright Saintess mounted one of the unicorns: "Ling Feng, come up, too!"
Ling Feng rubbed his nose and pointed to the wary unicorn in front, saying: "I do want to mount it, but it seems unwilling to let me!"
The other unicorn skittishly eyed Ling Feng, refusing to approach, sensing an uncomfortable power within Ling Feng, instinctively wanting to avoid him.
Seeing this, the Bright Saintess was somewhat helpless: "Stop messing around, His Holiness is waiting to meet Ling Feng!"
But the unicorn sneezed, then surprisingly turned and flew away... flew away...
Ling Feng stood dumbfounded, looking at the Bright Saintess, somewhat bitterly exclaimed: "I was rejected by a beast?"
Faced with this, the Bright Saintess also felt very helpless and amused!
"Who made you into this form, even our unicorns dislike you!" The Bright Saintess scolded: "Besides, unicorns are our best friends, you mustnāt call them beasts!"
Ling Feng shrugged helplessly: "Alright, alright, they are your friends, but now? Iām rejected by your friends, what should I do? I canāt just charge through, can I?"
"Charge through? You wouldnāt survive it even with ten lives!" The Bright Saintess said irritably: "Or..."
At this, the Bright Saintess blushed slightly: "Now thereās only one unicorn left, Iāll have to let you ride with me!"
Ling Feng said in surprise: "What? Weāre going to ride one unicorn together?"
The Bright Saintess sighed: "I have no choice, thereās only one left, and the Pope insisted I bring you to the Holy City; what can I do? I too feel helpless!"
Ling Feng chuckled: "No need to feel helpless, I find it quite nice!"
And so, Ling Feng approached and mounted behind the Bright Saintess.
This unicorn, though larger than ordinary horses, still staggered noticeably when Ling Feng, now a small giant himself, mounted it.
"Calm down, donāt throw a tantrum!" Seeing the unicornās eyes flash with displeasure, the Bright Saintess hurriedly patted its neck and comforted softly: "Letās go quickly, the Pope is waiting for us!"