"Halt!"
Seeing Lan Jue approach, one of the clerics raised a hand to block his path.
"Are you new here?
Why are you barging in?
Don't you know this is Uriel's meditation room? "
The cleric spoke haughtily, as if guarding the door for Uriel was a great honor.
"I'm sorry," Lan Jue said with trepidation. "I'm new here. I really didn't know. Thank you for the reminder.
I'll be on my way. "He turned and headed back the way he'd come.
It was a pity that the two clergymen couldn't see the smile that appeared at the corner of his mouth.
His probing just now had been to prove that the information he'd received was correct. It looked like there was nothing wrong with the map. His target was now locked in.
Sariel hadn't just given him the map, she'd also given him a great deal of information, especially about Uriel, Gabriel, and Michael.
According to Sariel, Michael had been living in seclusion, recuperating from his injuries. His wounds seemed close to a full recovery.
Gabriel, the Messenger of Death, prayed at this time every day, while Uriel meditated after dark.
Each of the six archangels had their own meditation rooms. With the help of a formation, they could draw upon the light element of the world to aid in their training.
Lan Jue had seen Sariel's meditation room yesterday.
And this one was Uriel's.
After two more turns, Lan Jue found himself in a storage room.
Due to the sheer size of the Cathedral, there were a lot of storage rooms for the staff to use, specifically for cleaning items.
Every day, there would be a special staff to clean the place.
Only then would anyone enter this place.
Once the Cathedral was closed to the public, all surveillance systems would be shut down. This was a privilege given to the clerics.
To be able to become a member of the clergy here, every one of them had been carefully selected and rigorously examined.
Without pausing, Lan Jue entered the storeroom and found a power outlet. There was a flash of light, and he was gone.
When he reappeared, he was in Huali's room.
All meditation rooms looked the same, and Uriel's was no exception.
According to the Angel of the Moon, the meditation room was the most private place for Archangels. Even other Archangels could not enter easily, or they would offend the other party.
Lan Jue roughly observed the situation in the room. He slowly walked to the side and stood behind a pillar. He slightly closed his eyes and quietly retracted the ability in his body. A faint black and white aura swirled around his body.
A strange scene appeared. His own aura quickly converged, and gradually, he seemed to have become one with the stone pillar, like a statue standing behind it.
Even if someone were to look at him from a short distance away, they wouldn't be able to sense anyone's aura from him.
Unity of Heaven and Man!
If an ability user of the same rank saw this scene, they would definitely understand what kind of state Lan Jue was in.
Only the Unity of Heaven and Man could achieve this state.
Ninth level Adepts could achieve unity with nature at any level. Once they entered this state, their cultivation would advance by leaps and bounds. At the very least, they would reach ninth level fifth rank.
Unity of Heaven and Man was a matter of perception, and had nothing to do with hard work.
Becoming one with nature brought the energies of the world closer together. In battle, one's own abilities would be enhanced by the unity of heaven and man.
It could be said that this was the most important understanding an Adept would have before entering the Paragon realm.
Once it was completed, the path of cultivation would become smooth and unobstructed.
Almost all Paragons had to pass the unity of heaven and man. Otherwise, even if they reached ninth level ninth rank, it would be impossible to find their own path of protogenia.
Lan Jue had broken through three years ago, but it was by chance that he'd managed to do so.
Hera's death had grieved him, and he'd sat alone for ten days and ten nights without moving.
When he'd left, he'd inexplicably entered the unity of heaven and man.
Since then, he hadn't cultivated much. Three years had been a waste of time, otherwise he'd be much stronger than he was now.
At the very least, the gap between him and Lan Qing wouldn't be so great.
Time passed, second by second. The sky outside the Cathedral was beginning to darken.
Footsteps sounded outside the meditation room.
"Master Uriel, Master Gabriel." The two clergymen standing guard outside the meditation room greeted them respectfully.
The door opened, and two figures entered.
It was Uriel, the Cherubim, and Gabriel, the Messenger of Death.
Lan Jue still stood behind the pillar. Although he'd become one with the pillar, his senses were sharper than usual.
Two archangels at the same time?
Lan Jue's heart skipped a beat. Was this bad luck, or …?
He stood in place, not moving. He maintained his position, waiting patiently. Unless he deliberately circled behind the pillar, he wouldn't be able to see him.
"No news at all.
What's wrong with Raphael? He couldn't even warn us?
Raphael couldn't even give a warning?
Time was delayed.
Uriel motioned for him to sit. He shook his head. "You can't say that.
How else could he have gotten away with it? "Gabriel grumbled.
For the other party to be able to completely erase all traces, it was clear that they had come prepared. If they dared to make a move, they must have taken into account Raphael's strength.
Raphael is a support and a healer. He's the weakest of us in terms of combat.
If the opponent was strong enough, he could have gotten away with it in a short time.
Besides, he used that tailor to threaten him. "
Gabriel's voice was low. "We can't let that tailor live. Whether Raphael returns or not, his existence will ruin our reputation."
Uriel inclined his head slightly. "Metatron has hinted to me the same thing.
I'll send someone to take care of it.
I'll be heading off to the Major League in a few days, so it's best if you don't go out.
I can't shake the feeling that they didn't leave. They're probably still in the Holy City. "
Gabriel snorted angrily. "It's good that he's still here. If I find out who he is, I'll definitely capture him and burn him on a cross.
How dare they attack us! "
"Don't be rash, Gabriel," Uriel said. "They're strong.
At the very least, they're no weaker than you.
Think about it. Even if the two of us worked together, how sure are we that we'd be able to take them down without Raphael alerting the Cathedral? "
Gabriel shot him a look. "How would I know if I didn't try?"
Uriel held up three fingers. "There's about a thirty percent chance.
In other words, the man and woman who attacked us are no weaker than us.
They might even be stronger.
The most noteworthy thing is the man. The tailor said his Discipline is black and white. When you look at him, it's like he's swallowing everything in his path.
I've been looking through the books for the past few days, trying to find out if such an Discipline exists.
I've found a total of thirteen Disciplines that can cause such a thing.
There are only three that can be trained to the ninth level or higher, but none of them are particularly strong. At the very least, they don't seem to be able to swallow everything in their path. "
"So what you're saying is that we don't know their Discipline?"
Gabriel's heart skipped a beat. Although he appeared angry, he was a man of careful thought. He wasn't one to make mistakes easily.
Uriel shook his head. "No. I suspect that the ability they used might not be a Discipline.
I've been looking through the Bizarre Records, and I've found some clues. "
Gabriel paused. "Then why didn't you tell Metatron?"
"Because there's no evidence to prove that my conjecture is correct," Uriel said. "Furthermore, there's something else that we can't even touch.
Take a look! "He pulled out an ancient tome from his robes and handed it to Gabriel.
"Chronicles of Anomalies, Ancient Martial Arts!" Gabriel read out the words on the cover, his voice filled with surprise.
Uriel nodded. "Take a look." He flipped the tome open to the second page.
"Ancient Martial Arts, Taiji. Jueti's specialty. Legend has it that once mastered, one can draw upon the energies of Yin and Yang in the world for their own use. It can even reverse yin and yang, and the universe.
It excels at deflecting attacks.
At the pinnacle, any object can be reduced to dust. "
After reading the first simple line of introduction, Gabriel's expression changed completely. Even his mind went blank.
He didn't remember anything else, but two words: Jueti!
The two Archangels' breathing quickened at the mention of the name. They looked at each other, and saw the shock in each other's eyes.
Jueti!
To the average Adept, the name was unfamiliar. They might not even know who it was.
At most, they would think it was a domineering name.
But in the world of Adepts, it was a name that signified unparalleled power.
Of the three Major Leagues, the strongest was undoubtedly the Northern Alliance. The Northern Alliance controlled as many planets as the Western Alliance and the Eastern Alliance combined.
Humanity's interstellar migration had lasted for a hundred years, and most of the habitable planets in this system had been occupied. If they wanted to expand, they'd have to expand to a wider world.
The risk of doing so would undoubtedly be greater as well.
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