Chapter 731: A Divine Throne’s Rejection? (I) (1/2)
Chapter 731: A Divine Throne’s Rejection? (I)
Facing the six Divine Thrones’ sculptures, Long Haochen’s gaze was directed at the central one.
Compared to the others, that was the least flashy one. Entirely deep black, its tall seat back appeared simple yet steady, giving off a faint feeling of broadness. On the seat back were carved inscriptions of the sun, moon, stars, paintings of birds, flowers, and various vegetations. It all looked meticulous, yet appeared crowded and disorderly. With this, its blackened part appeared all the more inconspicuous.
But, around it were another five dazzling Divine Thrones.
The one that had left on Long Haochen the deepest impression was naturally his father’s Divine Throne of Doom and Slaughter.
Countless gems were ostentatiously inlaid behind. In its faintest innerpart, one could see a buddha’s silhouette. Mighty and dignified, it could even be said to emit a sense of pressure.
On the peak of its back, a semi-circular scarlet colored gem was visible, appearing just like the sun overlooking the earth, letting off a might as in doom’s day.
On what looked like the center of the chest on the front of the throne, the most dazzling part was a reddish-gold rhombus gem. Every corner of it was full of splendor. A bright luminescence shone upon it all around.
Two male lions’ sculptures were crawling in guard on the broad throne in roaring positions, and countless elegant decorative designs appeared to be flowing throughout the back of the chair.
This statue looked simply the same as Long Xingyu’s Divine Throne, only in a much shrunken version. Looking at it, Long Haochen couldn’t help but stare blackly. Yet such a dazzling Divine Throne of Doom and Slaughter could only serve as a prop for that central pitch-black Divine Throne.
Four other Divine Thrones were also surrounding that black one.
Divine Throne of Dread and Pain.
Divine Throne of Protection and Mercy.
Divine Throne of Knowledge and Vitality.
Divine Throne of Order and Law.
Every one of these five great Divine Thrones were dazzling, but they appeared at most only unremarkable when surrounding that central one Divine Throne. Under their props, that pitch-black Divine Throne gave off a supreme august and sense of mystery. Just like sheer darkness, it drew out Long Haochen’s gaze.
Han Yu and Zhang Fangfang were in different situations from Long Haochen’s. Their gazes were directed at one respective Divine Throne for each of the two. Their expressions also froze.