Chapter 82: Space

On the Yanglight Continent, debates about the hierarchy and strength of the Sacred Seals have always been varied.

Some praise the Sacred Seals related to the Four Elements, others favor those of the Spiritual System, and there are those who believe that some obscure Sacred Seals possess deeper and greater power.

However, there is one opinion that, whenever expressed, gains unanimous agreement without question.

That is: “Space is king, time is supreme.”

Space and time—two laws seemingly unrelated but intrinsically connected—are regarded as the most powerful Sacred Seal laws by all.

Even those Sacred Seals that only touch upon one of these aspects rank at least as high-tier or above.

For example, ‘Certain Hit,’ ‘Suppression,’ and ‘Instant’ are all high-tier or above Sacred Seals, with vast potential and extremely high ceilings for development.

Few know the specific Sacred Seal of the current Pope Sylvia because she rarely takes action, and when she does, it’s with the power to annihilate everything.

People know she is strong, but what exactly supports her strength remains unknown.

However, if one paid attention to how Sylvia left the venue this time, they might have understood.

Sylvia closed her eyes and silently fixed the destination in her mind.

Once the anchor point was locked, in the next instant, she tore open a rift in front of her out of thin air.

Then, she appeared out of nowhere near the Lily Territory, a thousand miles away.

Time is supreme, and Sylvia’s Sacred Seal is the pinnacle king among them—‘Space.’

Dressed in a holy platinum-white robe, Sylvia, wearing the Crown of the Pope, appeared here just like that.

“Greetings, Holy Throne.”

Sister Bianca, who had been waiting patiently, bowed respectfully.

“Where is that child now?”

Sylvia asked.

Bianca hesitated for a moment, then took a deep breath and lowered her head.

“Prince Roman is very safe. He’s currently at an estate in the Lily Territory.”

“At the estate in the Lily Territory?”

Sylvia sensed something was amiss and stared at Bianca with suspicion.

“Why would he be there?”

If she remembered correctly, only those close to the Lily Countess could reside there.

Recalling the Lily Countess she met today—if memory served correctly, she was the daughter of Duchess Kelden, named Luo Xiya.

Thinking about that girl, Sylvia suddenly considered a troubling possibility.

Her consciousness spread out like wildfire.

An invisible domain expanded outward from her as the center, encompassing almost the entire Lily Territory.

But as she approached the estate’s interior, just about to locate Roman, Sylvia’s consciousness was suddenly blocked by a ‘wall.’

“This wall is…”

Sylvia immediately recognized the familiar aura—it was Lady Catherine’s Starry Sky Magic.

“That noble lady is also inside the estate.”

Bianca reminded her quietly, “Are you going to proceed normally?”

Meaning, take the usual diplomatic route and notify the other party’s people first.

Sylvia shook her head without hesitation.

Having come this way, she certainly didn’t want to raise a fuss.

With her abilities, she could infiltrate silently without a trace.

“You don’t need to concern yourself with this,” she said without looking at Bianca.

However, Bianca showed no sign of stepping back.

Her brows furrowed, and her eyes flickered several times as if hesitating.

Sylvia asked directly, “Is there anything else to say?”

“You did well this time. I will have the Heretic Tribunal promote your Sequence when I return.”

Sylvia clearly misunderstood Bianca’s meaning, but after shaking her head, Bianca said, “Holy Throne, I need to tell you something. Please prepare yourself.”

After a brief silence, Sylvia gave a soft ‘hmph,’ not offended but rather amused.

This was the first time someone under her care had ‘thoughtlessly’ underestimated her with such care.

“Speak.”

Silently, Sylvia decided that if what Bianca said wasn’t interesting enough, she would have to punish her.

What she couldn’t have expected was that what Bianca was about to reveal was far beyond the realm of ‘interesting’…

Taking a deep breath, Bianca tried to remain calm and said, “Lady Laini… is currently in the nearby chapel.”

Sylvia’s originally calm expression broke instantly.

Her lips parted slightly, and at first, she thought the other was joking.

But thinking it over, who would dare joke with her?

Realizing Bianca might be telling the truth, Sylvia uncharacteristically lost her composure.

She awkwardly tucked the strands of hair hanging by her cheeks behind her ears and tightened the collar of her Sacred Robe.

No one would have imagined that the sacred and supreme Pope could have such a side—like a young maiden.

“How could she be in the chapel? Shouldn’t she be with Roman?”

Sylvia grasped for a topic, and Bianca saw through it—Sylvia wanted her to take her there.

But at this moment, Bianca had to shatter that hope.

“Holy Throne, Lady Laini has already departed.”

“Departed? But you said she was in the chapel…”

Sylvia’s voice faltered.

On the Yanglight Continent, the word ‘departed’ has two meanings—one literal, to leave; the other, specifically the passing of life.

What followed was Bianca witnessing the gradual paling of the Holy Throne’s face.

In the next instant, Sylvia tore through space and left.

Bianca knew that Sylvia had already arrived inside the chapel.

She could only take a deep breath and sprint toward the chapel.

As for the spatial rift Sylvia left behind, that was not something even a Domain Transcendent dared to touch lightly.

Naturally, she would never risk her life just for convenience.

The moment Sylvia stepped forward, she arrived inside the chapel Bianca indicated.

Departed, departed, departed…

Her heart kept silently repeating the word as if to numb herself, forcibly refusing to think about its true meaning.

Laini… dead?

Impossible!

Even if she had left Sylvia, she was still a high-tier gifted Transcendent—how could such a thing happen?

Entering the chapel and facing the sacred mural of Goddess Fara, her mortal representative looked desolate and unsteady.

At the first step inside, she immediately saw the coffin in the center, surrounded by white flowers.

Her steps stopped, and Sylvia’s lips trembled.

At that moment, even she—unafraid of death—felt fear for the first time.

Every step forward felt like a thousand pounds, and Sylvia slowly approached the coffin, silently reaching out her hand.

The coffin lid floated up on its own, and Sylvia saw the familiar face inside.

Suddenly, she gasped for breath and took a step back, nearly losing control and collapsing to the ground.