v5 Chapter 27： True judgment (1/2)
There are those who believe in the existence of gods, some who do not believe in the existence of gods, and some who accept it easily, such as the Yanzhu, and some who are more sensible, such as the wind column immortal Kawasiya.
After the entire conference room returned to silence, Shiya Kagawa, who had never spoken, looked at the lord.
”You said that the existence of the gods was confirmed. I want to know how it was confirmed.”
The words of Immortal Kawamiya also focused the eyes of the other pillars.
His words pointed to something more crucial.
How is the existence of the gods... proven?
If there is no evidence, Yoya Sanyashiki, as the master of the ghost killing team, would obviously not easily announce such information. Since he would choose to announce it, it means that there is tangible evidence.
No matter which column it is, even the Xinming Islet, who has always believed in the gods, still wants to know what the evidence confirms the existence of the gods.
Hearing the question of Immortal Kawamiya, Yoya Yoya Shiki is certainly not surprised.
He looked at the style butterfly Chana who was sitting in the second position on the right and had not participated in the discussion from beginning to end, and nodded slightly at her.
Chanahui put a hand in her arms, then pulled it out again, and opened her hand in front of everyone. In that white and soft palm, a silver-white hair was lying quietly.
”This is a gift from the gods, and it is also a proof of his true existence.”
The eyes of the many pillars present focused on the palm of Chana Hui.
Although the hair is slender and inconspicuous, all the people present are the pillars of the ghost killing team, with keen vision, they can clearly see the seemingly ordinary silver-white hair.
”A hair?”
Immortal Chuan Shimi frowned slightly.
”It seems ordinary.”
Yu Yu Tianyuan condensed his eyes to observe.
Chanel fetched the wooden platform that had been placed next to him, put the strand of hair on the wooden platform, and said, ”Get closer, feel carefully, and you'll know.”
Hearing what Chana said, Immortal Kawamiya frowned and looked at the person next to him.
The Fengzhu Undying Kawasumi, who first presented retrospective evidence, did not act first, but easily accepted the first action of Yanzhu Purgatory Kyojuro, who was the existence of the gods.
”That said, this is the hair of a god, right?”
Purgatory Kyōzuro looked at Chana.
”Exactly.”
Chanel nodded slightly.
Purgatory Apricot Shourou touched his chin with one hand, and said, ”That's it, then let me feel the existence of the gods.”
Talking.
He stood up first, came to the front of the hair, and performed a very formal ceremony to worship the gods, then knelt down, cupped his hands, and touched the silver hair.
The fingertips of both hands touched the edge of the hair.
But there is nothing unusual.
It is not heavy, but very slight, it seems to be ordinary hair.
Purgatory Apricot Shou Lang was slightly startled, but then closed his eyes and mobilized the power of breathing to stimulate his own perception ability.
This perception is an instinct that has been tempered through countless trials and battles with ghosts all the year round.
One second,
Two seconds,
Three seconds.
Never felt abnormal.
Just as the purgatory Kyrgyzstan was puzzled, his expression suddenly stopped.
He opened his eyes.
I saw that the entire field of vision was suddenly transformed into a vast expanse of whiteness, the original meeting room had disappeared, and all the pillars had disappeared.
Everything in front of me turned into a pure white world.
He looked down.
Shock appeared in the eyes.
Under his feet, I don't know how far away, in that endless white, there appeared a silver bridge that seemed to connect two sections of the world, running through the other shore!
The magnificent silver bridge is composed of countless shocking textures. Each texture contains the most indescribable truth. Just looking at it seems to have endless insights.
As Yan Zhu.
The breathing method he has mastered also has its own unique operating route.
This running route is the essence that countless ancestors have honed, researched and developed from generation to generation, and finally extracted, perfect.