As Lu Zhiyu put his hand on Cetisius' forehead, Cetisius felt the infinite knowledge and power from Lu Zhiyu's palms pouring into him. An inexplicable feeling and joy surged in his heart.
"This is a revelation. God has chosen me to be His spokesperson!" he exclaimed.
The dark sun of the underworld gradually became full, and Cetisius opened his eyes and immediately saw the projection of the sun of the underworld in the sky. It was expanding.
At this time, people in the city of Pusuote discovered that, as the sun set, a strange sun rose slowly from the top of the heavenly palace and a large number of priests poured out into the palace. At this moment, all of the monks looked at the great palace that rose high in the center, many of them exclaiming in wonder.
"What is that?"
"Is that a sun?"
"How can there be a dark sun?"
