Chapter 1715 - 1263: Fake Divine Envoy?_2

Go to the Third Ring.

Standing in the bustling center of the street, Long Yi could hardly believe that this was the Divine Realm. If it weren’t for the fact that every deity walking past possessed Divine Status, Long Yi would truly think he was back in some major city of the Human Realm.

Because Long Yi himself had almost no increase in strength, his presence here went unnoticed by others. He walked honestly on the street, looking at the scene which resembled the marketplace of the White Dragon Empire, shops lining both sides of the road with various divine-powered tools on display, and deities of various attire shuttling inside the shops, searching for their desired goods.

However, what Long Yi found strange was that all the gods here seemed to be in human form, with very few exhibiting bizarre shapes anymore.

Though Long Yi hadn’t thoroughly explored the past Sixth Ring, he knew that the closer one got to the center of the Divine Realm, the social structure would become more and more similar to the present Human Realm.

Long Yi raised his head to see a huge glowing ring in the sky—that was the Second Ring. That’s how the Divine Realm is; the higher you are, the closer each ring is, and the capacity of each ring becomes much smaller. For instance, the entirety of the Third Ring wasn’t even as big as the solar system, whereas the Ninth Ring previously encompassed vast spaces with countless giant nebulae.

"Where are you, my journal?" Long Yi attempted to find his journal. But strangely, there was no response from it. He called for his journal again, yet still received no response.

Could it be that I didn’t leave a journal here?

At that moment, several golden lights suddenly rose in the distance, accompanied by a massive, crudely-shaped flying machine. As the divine beings on the street saw this vessel, they knelt down immediately, starting to pray. Almost at the same time, Long Yi unexpectedly felt a sense of faith.

The flying machine stopped in front of Long Yi, hovering there, and then a group of deities wearing golden robes walked out from it. Seeing Long Yi, they were first stunned, but then knelt down to him one after another: "You’ve finally come, the Emissary of the One God!"

No no no, I am the One God.

That’s what Long Yi thought to himself, but he didn’t voice it out; after all, as the One God, this image seemed a bit underwhelming.

"Oh? Who might you be?" Long Yi began to pretend accordingly.

"We are the priests of the One God Cult, just now, the Divine Texts acted abnormally, and we immediately knew of your arrival!" one of the priests said excitedly.

"I need to get those Divine Texts," Long Yi said.

"Yes, please follow me!" The group of priests immediately cleared a path for Long Yi, letting him board the crude looking flying machine. As he boarded the vessel, Long Yi’s mind immediately recalled that this ugly flying machine was indeed one of his own creations. Back then, his taste could only be described as ’lacking’, and the fact that this eyesore still existed made Long Yi’s face redden.

The flying machine approached the top of a distant tower, slowly descended, and then the humongous, ugly flying machine transformed into a flat, smooth metal plate.

Did I make this thing using origami skills? Long Yi couldn’t help but ask himself.

As the flying machine opened up, an unexplained energy enveloped Long Yi.

"So, this is the person pretending to be the Divine Envoy?" A likewise golden-robed elder slowly walked over from afar, with the other priests in golden robes bowing to him.

"Wasn’t this person supposed to be a lady by the name of Darkness, carrying a pink pig and a golden orb called Mars?" The elder looked at Long Yi curiously.

"Report to the High Priest, when we arrived at the source indicated by the Divine Texts, only he was present," one priest replied.

"Is that so?" The High Priest chuckled, approaching Long Yi, "So tell me, imposter Divine Envoy, how did you manage to deceive those Divine Texts? Now they are all agitated and wanting to rush straight to you, what’s your secret?"

Long Yi found it amusing, were they all his zealous believers?

"Old man, have you considered this—what if I really am the Divine Envoy?" Long Yi said with a smile.

"Old man? What does that mean? Is it a term of respect you have for me? But even so, I can only tell you this despairing fact: you can’t possibly be the Divine Envoy, because the real Divine Envoy can only be one person, and that’s me!"

Long Yi was dumbfounded.

Looking at the astounded Long Yi, the High Priest nodded in satisfaction; that was the effect he wanted! For anyone who dared to impersonate the Divine Envoy, there was only one ultimate fate—to become the sacrifice to the One God! But before that, the High Priest would surely humiliate him thoroughly.

"You mean to say, you are the Divine Envoy of the One God?" Long Yi still asked, dumbfounded.

"Indeed!" The High Priest proudly tilted his head up as he spoke.

"Do you have any proof? Or is it just word of mouth?" Long Yi pressed.

"Heh, what proof do I need? Within this Third Ring, who doesn’t know of my Divine Envoy status?" The High Priest said disdainfully.