God’s six offspring prophesied your arrival to the Primordial Church, which at that ti, was filled with joy, hoping all the waiting believers would hear this gospel.
Thus, we made you a place at the altar and inscribed your na, waiting in reverence for your arrival.
After finishing, Flora paused, as if recalling sothing, her face displaying anger,
"However, however... there’s always a fear of a turn for the worse. We once allied with the Imperial Church, but that terrible harlot betrayed us. At that ti, Lawrence, the pastor of the Imperial Church, colluded with the Emperor and the Council of Elders. They destroyed our churches, burned down our eting places, and filled in the graves we built...
Since then, the Imperial Church proclaid that only the doctrines issued by the pastor and the Emperor were the only correct teachings in Danschel."
Mira could hear the woman’s teeth gritting.
This must have been a terrible blow to the Primordial Church.
From her words, Mira suddenly understood why the theology of the Imperial Church was full of errors, yet they insisted on considering it the only correct doctrine.
At that mont, Flora’s tone relaxed, and she spoke slowly,
"But fortunately, God had already made arrangents for us.
In desperation, we destroyed your seat and erased your na. It was not an evil excommunication curse, but a protective asure. We needed to conceal your existence from the world... only then would that harlot remain oblivious."
Anos struggled to regain her composure, her fingers trembling slightly, though unnoticed, the Princess looking at her mother, whose gaze was fully upon her.
Mira slowly walked towards the shattered stone chair, extending her hand to gently caress the erased na.
She said solemnly,
"There’s no need for that now."
Flora responded with a bright smile,
"Yes, there’s no need, for you have co. The truth will shine again. The harlot’s victory was only temporary. But when the Primordial descends, and God’s other face is revealed, we all will return to the cradle, where everything is even more beautiful than Heaven."
Mira caressed the erased na over and over.
Who was inscribed on those altars, anyway?
Mira was certain it wasn’t herself.
She had no connection to the Primordial Church before coming to the Mortal World, nor did she ever know of such a thing as God’s other side.
And what’s more...
According to what Slaier said, the Six Gods secretly ford the Primordial Church, betraying God’s Law, yearning to restore the old order.
How could she, opposed to them, be the so-called Primordial ssenger?
Mira kept touching the erased na, her fingers covered in dust.
Flora stood behind her, watching her with a soft gaze.
The Elders looked at her, their hearts beating fiercely in the silent surroundings.
"Who am I?"
Mira slowly retracted her fingers,
"God wants to ask you, do you know who I am?"
Her voice was heavy and solemn.
No one doubted why she would ask that question.
In their eyes, every action of the Primordial ssenger must have a profound aning.
Flora, standing behind Mira, trembled involuntarily upon hearing this.
Anos noticed her mother’s actions.
Since a while ago, her gaze occasionally fell upon her mother.
Flora, with the Golden Shepherd’s Staff in hand, gazed at Mira and said softly,
"...You are the Primordial ssenger
The na inscribed on that altar is..."
Flora took a deep breath and uttered,
"Primordial ssenger... Anos."
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Above the expanse of the Cloud Sea, stood thousands of pillars.
They were the branches of the ancient tree on the mountain peak, extending through the Cloud Sea, escorting each soul to Heaven’s Gate, to face the judgnt of the Law.
When that judgnt cos, every soul that has faith in the Lord will confront the deeds of its past life, at Heaven’s Gate, where all excuses and falsehoods are inexcusable.
After the judgnt, souls will face their destiny, whether to go to Heaven or descend into Hell.
Regardless of the verdict, the ultimate destination is still Heaven; eventually, when the sins of those in Hell are redeed, they will be led by the ancient tree to Heaven, to embrace a life of utmost goodness and beauty.
Chen Yi walked upon the Cloud Sea.
Love God Lian Xidi followed behind Him, and Lian Xidi had been following for many days, almost inseparable from God.
Chen Yi knew that Lian Xidi had sothing to say, but he never knew how to start.
He also tried to let the Love God speak up on His own, but the latter always shook his head.
"What are you confused about?"
When they reached a wondrous realm created by the Angels, God stopped in His tracks and spoke again.
The place before their eyes was unimaginably dreamlike; it was not a landscape to be seen in the Mortal World. Even if mortals pooled all their strength, exhausting every resource to create the most magnificent place, it couldn’t compare to this.
Lian Xidi hesitated, but still shook his head.
"Lian Xidi, is there sothing you are unwilling to tell ?"
Chen Yi turned around, looking at the beautifully featured Love God before Him.
The tips of Lian Xidi’s hair were a pale purple, nearly the most noble color in the world. In the Mortal World, purple was so rare that mortals regarded it as a color of prestige.
The Love God hung His head low, not eting God’s gaze, as if afraid that God might see sothing.
Facing the Love God before Him, Chen Yi sighed.
He was fond of this child, just as He was fond of Solamus.
Even though Lian Xidi might be hiding sothing in His presence, Chen Yi didn’t press the Love God.
Chen Yi continued walking ahead in this magnificent realm, with Lian Xidi obediently trailing behind, resembling a six-month-old white tigress.
And so they walked on.
In this magnificent realm, the Angels watched from a distance at the figure of God; they wanted to approach but didn’t dare to get too close. As God approached, one Angel just stood there, stock-still.
Chen Yi passed by, smiling, and Lian Xidi behind Him, crouched down, smoothed the wings on the Angel’s back and, like launching a paper airplane, sent the Angel soaring into the air.
The Angels imdiately burst into laughter and cheerful voices.
Not long after, a crystal-clear lake appeared before God and Lian Xidi.
Lian Xidi crouched, reaching deep into the clear water of the lake, with a sowhat vacant expression on His face.
Chen Yi stroked the Love God’s silky hair, the tips like silk.
He knew that Lian Xidi was thinking of Mira.
After a mont, the Love God belatedly lifted His head, looking at God sowhat sheepishly.
"Are you ready to speak?"
Chen Yi asked.
Lian Xidi nodded slightly, and then said:
"...God, what will happen to Mira?
She went to the surface and has been gone so long. I’m really worried about her; I’ve sought Kagawus for a Prophecy for her, but I’ve received none."
Chen Yi listened to Lian Xidi’s sowhat agitated words.
He understood that the Love God had always been unable to ask, fearing that asking about Mira’s fate might cause it to change in an unexpected way.
The Fate Line is unalterable for most Stars and mortals.
But for Chen Yi, it was different.
Previously, Love God Lian Xidi had been enduring, daring not to voice any questions, but today His endurance seed to have reached its limit. He urgently wanted to know Mira’s future.
"Lian Xidi, I cannot tell you,"
Chen Yi lowered his head and spoke softly,
"Mira would not want to tell you."
Lian Xidi was stunned for a mont, then anxiously said:
"Oh God, she is my child, but she is also Your child... She will listen to Your arrangents, I beg You, tell , please. No matter what I learn, I’ll do nothing."
Chen Yi simply said:
"Lian Xidi, the mont you choose to do nothing, you have already done sothing."
The Love God imdiately understood the aning of God’s words.
"Then... what should I do?"
Lian Xidi asked, sowhat panicky.
Chen Yi did not answer.
In that very mont, He indeed saw Mira’s fate.
After a mont, Chen Yi spoke softly:
"Rember, whatever happens, it’s Mira’s own choice."
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