NOVPUBChapter 1490: Creation of the Universe_1 for 668 Days Chapter 1490: Creation of the Universe_1 for 668 Days The side door of the Holy Temple opened, and a limousine adorned with silver cedar emblems drove out of the temple.
Those who are insightful would observe that it is the exclusive vehicle of the Holy Master.
Everyone knows that apart from grand ceremonies and the Holy Master’s annual birthday celebration, the Holy Master never sets a foot out of the Holy Temple.
What event of such magnitude could prompt the Holy Master to leave his holy abode?
The limousine drove west from the Holy Temple.
People on the streets speculated and wondered about the sudden emergence of this fancy vehicle and the unforeseen event that had happened in Inracetales.
Arriving at the largest hospital of Inracetales, the Silver Armor Guards leading the way swiftly cleared the hospital crowd, who respectfully backed away.
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Upon receiving the news, the hospital director rushed out in a cold sweat to greet at the door.
God knows that when he received the news that the Holy Master would be arriving at the hospital in ten minutes, his heart nearly skipped a beat.
Was today April Fools’ Day?
Could this be a joke?
As he wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, his face betrayed more of shock than joy.
Could there be something wrong with the Holy Master’s health?
While he was lost in his thoughts, the Holy Master’s vehicle pulled up in front of the hospital’s main entrance.
The precision of the driver was astonishingly perfect, down to the inch.
A tall young man, wearing the silver armor of the Silver Armor Guard, got out from the passenger side; his handsome face was cold and ruthless.
The hospital director recognized him as the leader of the Silver Armor Guard, Green Dragon.
He eagerly went forward to greet him, only to be stopped by the Silver Armor Guard who warned him with a glance not to overstep his propriety.
The director stood awkwardly to one side.
The Green Dragon walked over and opened the rear car door.
The hospital director anxiously held his breath and widened his gaze.
He had seen the Holy Master from afar at the grand birthday celebration and could remember every detail.
This was the first time he had the opportunity to meet the Holy Master so closely.
He was overcome with excitement, and he knew this was a once in a lifetime experience.
Before he saw him, he smelt an enchanting fragrance.
Swearing, the hospital director claimed it was the most wonderful smell he had ever encountered, outclassing any luxury perfume he had known.
Then, a man dressed in an embroidered golden robe with cloud patterns stepped out of the car, his long black hair cascading down to his waist, wearing the golden face mask that he always did – the trademarks of the Holy Master.
Mysterious, cold, like a god overlooking humanity, yet his every move conveyed a deep-seated gentleness.
This was the Holy Master, the figure that the people of Percival held as their lifelong faith and devotion, their figure of reverence and worship.
The hospital director knelt on the ground in deference.
“This humble one greets the Holy Master.”
Without pausing, the Holy Master walked past, his robes stirring a cold breeze and intriguing scent as he passed by.
The director stood still, as though his soul had taken flight.
When he looked up again, the Holy Master had already moved far ahead, and the director hurriedly got up to follow.
The area outside the emergency room had been cordoned off by the Silver Armor Guards.
No one was allowed to enter.
It was then that the director realized the Holy Master seemed to be there for someone else.
Who could this person be that would warrant a visit from the Holy Master himself?
The Holy Master gave a glance at Green Dragon, who immediately responded: “White Tiger is already on the way with the person.”
Although the director couldn’t see the Holy Master’s face, he could sense the Holy Master’s anxiety.
Despite his reservations, the director cautiously suggested: “Holy Master, may I be allowed to check on the patient?
I graduated from the medical class of the Divine Academy.”
The Holy Master seemed to be looking at him.
Instantly, the director bowed his head.
He speculated internally that the person inside must be someone the Holy Master cared about deeply.
His refusal likely meant he didn’t trust him.
Suddenly, the sound of hurried footsteps echoed.
White Tiger arrived huffing with an old man with a white beard.
He gave a bow before quickly leading the old man into the emergency room.
The director recognized the old man.
He was the legendary divine physician, Cicada.
Time ticked by, minute by minute.
The director noticed the Holy Master maintaining his same posture for over ten minutes, not moving an inch.
As his back began to ache and his legs trembled with exhaustion, he couldn’t help but admire the Holy Master’s endurance.
Finally, the emergency room door opened and Cicada came out letting out a sigh, “He’s been poisoned with a peculiar toxin.
Without knowing the poison’s formula, it’s impossible to concoct an antidote.”
The air seemed to freeze in that instant.
Cicada stroked his beard, “However, given some time, I should be able to develop an antidote.”
“How long?” The Holy Master’s voice was unexpectedly soft, yet it sent a chill down everyone’s spine.
“Seven days.
Give me seven days.
For now, I’ll use thousand-year-old ginseng to keep him alive.
If he can survive these seven days, it’s his fate.”
