The First Cultivator - Changing Existence-Chapter 773: The Apostle -

The stairs of the temple were just as crowded as the rest of the city, and Skymender had to fight to get inside the temple. At some point, he simply closed his eyes and began to move solely through vibrations. Using his eyes to see here was pointless.

He navigated his way through the temple, sensing all around him through vibrations. At one moment, he noticed an open area below the floor. Most of the temples had areas like these, but there was rarely anything in them, and nothing of importance.

But since this was the Main Temple of the Mainland, there were sure to be many more secrets. Although it was hard to see underground with vibrations, it was possible since the floors were not too thick.

Skymender walked around the temple, following the halls below it. He saw the hall go deeper into the ground, to the point that he could no longer see it through vibrations.

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Skymender looked around, and eventually found a way to enter the underground hall.

However, there were a few priests nearby guarding it.

It would be impossible to get in without forcing his way in.

At least, it would be impossible if it was like this. Skymender left the temple and bought some items from the surrounding shops. Individually, none of these items were of note, but when Skymender used a cauldron, a special method, and some heat to combine them, they became extremely flammable and explosive.

Skymender looked around the city for a bit, eventually finding a high elevation area with few people. Detonating it up here would cause a disturbance while killing the fewest people possible.

Unfortunately, some deaths would occur, but Skymender had already been as lenient as possible. Some people would just be unlucky.

Skymender set up a wire and set it on fire as he left.

He made his way to the area with the door leading underground. It was still being guarded, and the area was as busy as ever.

Suddenly, a loud boom exploded, and a cloud of fire appeared above the city.

Screams rang out, and many people began to panic.

The priests at the door abandoned their posts, running outside. Skymender stopped one of them, quickly breaking his neck. This went unnoticed amongst the chaos.

He dragged him to a corner and took his clothes, quickly entering the door.

He began to make his way down at a fast walking pace.

Hurried footsteps ran his way. A group of priests ran from the hallway. They saw Skymender, but it was difficult to see his face because of his hood.

"What are you doing? We need to head up." One of the priests said.

"I have to make a report." Skymender said, not once stopping.

"Then stop dilly dallying and run."

Skymender nodded and began to jog, though it seemed to them as though he had begun running at a fast pace.

"Damn. Indeed worthy of being a messenger." The same priest said.

He quickly snapped out of it and headed up. Something major was happening, and distractions were harmful.

Skymender quickly descended, following the path with vibrations. Suddenly, he saw an ancient, powerfully designed door.

It had spikes coming out of it, looking like the gates of hell. For a religious faction that worshipped a righteous god, this was surprising.

However, Skymender was more focused on the fact that his sense of vibrations barely extended a foot beyond the door. All around the room behind it was the same.

This reminded him of the ruins on the island, and how his sense of vibrations had been limited there.

Either this sort of material had some other use, or the Temple had experience with those who could see through vibrations. It is an art that most likely originated on the Mainland many years ago, after all.

Suddenly, the door opened.

Skymender backed away, but did not run.

He opened his eyes.

He saw a single figure standing in the doorway, with an altar of gold behind him.

"I don't know who you are, but since you are so curious, come in."

Skymender hesitated, but gripped his sword and began to walk inside.

As he did, the doors closed behind him.

"No need to hide yourself." The man said.

Skymender took off his hood, showing his face.

"Indeed, you are not of the Temple." The man said.

He stood in the direction of the altar as he spoke.

"Do you know who I am?" He asked.

Skymender shook his head.

"In your understanding, I can be called the Ruler of the Temple Region. But here, I simply go by the title of "Apostle"." He said.

Skymender wasn't surprised. He could tell that this man wasn't ordinary.

"Although you killed some people with that stunt, all can be forgiven. I won't keep you here. I won't harm you. All I ask in exchange is that you let me tell you a story." The Apostle said.

"Deal." Skymender said.

He did not want to become enemies with the Temple. Everyone on the Mainland was wary of them for a reason.

The Apostle began to walk with his hands behind his back. Skymender followed.

"We believe in the god Yhwh, but do you know how this belief came to be?" Although he asked a question, he did not seek an answer.

"Many years ago, before we even began to write things down, Yhwh descended. He helped the people of this world evolve, grow intelligent, and gave them free will. Not everyone repays him, but those of the Temple devote our life to him for what he did for us."

Skymender doubted that most of this was true, but listened anyway.

"That is the story spread around, lacking a few details of course. But no god has ever descended here, and Yhwh most likely doesn't exist, not anymore at least."

Hearing an Apostle say this was shocking.

"I won't bother explaining too much, I can tell you know a lot about this world already, perhaps more than I do. I'll keep it simple and get to the point. I revere Yhwh more than you can imagine. My entire being is filled with reverence for him. I believe his spirit has guided me to not become your enemy. Therefore, leave. Do not harm the Temple, and the Temple will never take action against you. Understood?"

Everything was so sudden that Skymender took a moment to respond.