After a long while, Schiller spoke in an extrely sorrowful tone,
"So you see, if God is so perfect, why would He sacrifice Himself for imperfect humans!"
From those sorrowful words, Sofia heard a hint of dissatisfaction in Schiller.
Schiller was dissatisfied with God’s sacrifice.
Perhaps in the eyes of the Great Angel, God shouldn’t have done such a thing.
"Aren’t you His Great Angel? You should ask Him...
If you ask , I don’t know; I’ve never even seen Him."
Sofia’s response was clearly not satisfying to Schiller.
"I won’t ask Him, I can already guess what His answer would be.
But I can’t accept that answer.
I think there might be so deeper reason behind it, at any rate, if I were God, I would certainly not sacrifice for humans, I would stand atop the mountains, watching them perish, watching them go extinct.
After all, humans co and go like bamboo shoots after the rain, one generation dies, and another cos."
Schiller paused, and then asked,
"What I want to ask you is, why do you think God would sacrifice?
I want to know your thoughts."
Sofia pondered for a mont, then carefully said,
"Perhaps... it is because... sacrifice is to prove God’s perfection?"
Schiller mulled over this phrase,
"What do you an? God is already perfect, why does He need to prove anything?"
Sofia recalled the various books she had read in the Great Library, organizing her thoughts before further explaining,
"Schiller, you know, the reason truth is truth is because truth itself is truth, that is objective and can’t be changed by anyone.
However, for people who have not yet grasped the truth, they don’t know why truth is truth, and they don’t have the power to prove it; at this mont, truth needs to prove itself, truth needs to actively tell everyone: I am the truth.
I think... in this respect, God’s sacrifice is similar, perhaps, God wants to actively tell the world that He is salvation."
At this point, Sofia hurriedly added,
"Don’t take it seriously, and don’t rush to refute , these are just wild guesses. Schiller, I know far less than you do."
The reason the Fairy Queen said this was because she was afraid that in front of Schiller, brandishing knowledge of the divine would simply lead to being mocked by the Great Angel, and she would be unable to retort.
After all, Schiller understood God far better than she did.
But to Sofia’s surprise...
"Yes, it must be so!"
Schiller was extrely excited,
"That’s it; you’re right.
I was saying, how could God sacrifice Himself for humans without reason?
It must be just as you’ve said, the truth proving itself here, God actively telling the world what salvation is through His sacrifice."
The Great Angel was sowhat incoherent; he appeared to have discovered a secret hidden for thousands of years, revealing an ecstatic expression.
He was caught in a burst of epiphany.
This spectacle left Sofia sowhat astonished.
Could it be that the Great Angel had never contemplated such a question in Heaven?
Or is it...
In the realm of utmost goodness and beauty, there is no need to ponder such questions?
Sofia didn’t know the answer to the question, these thoughts flashed through her mind like cots.
Schiller trembled uncontrollably, muttering to himself,
"Yes, yes... it is a proof, not a pointless sacrifice for them.
The various missions once granted by the Gods are also for the sa reason, also a proof.
It’s all so, all so."
For so reason, Schiller’s deanor instilled a wave of panic in Sofia’s heart.
He clearly could ask God, yet why did he ask her, and why get excited about her immature answer?
Could it be that, from beginning to end, Schiller had been expecting this kind of answer?
Other than this answer, he didn’t want any others...
Just as she was about to say sothing, Schiller suddenly exclaid loudly,
"I understand now, I understand what I must do."
Sofia asked anxiously,
"What... what have you understood?"
Schiller turned his head and said, word by word,
"If that’s the case...
As a Great Angel, I must demonstrate for God, prove His greatness, brilliance, and rcy."
Sofia felt so panic, and the Fairy Queen’s voice trembled as she asked,
"Then... how are you going to prove it?"
For so reason, Sofia suddenly rembered sothing Schiller had once said.
Schiller had said,
Why does Hell exist?
Could it be,
Does light require the contrast of darkness?
Is it only against the backdrop of Hell that the eternally brilliant Heaven appears so precious?
...
Mira temporarily left Hell.
She actually didn’t want to be separated from Anos, but this ti, she had to say goodbye temporarily to the forr Princess.
The reason lay in... the Primordial Embryo entrusted by God.
The Primordial Embryo is the soul of the Primordial Will, but just as a newborn baby cannot ta its body and will wet itself, and as a kitten cannot imdiately grasp its tail, the fragile Primordial Embryo was also unable to control that vast power.
Thus, the Primordial Embryo was trying day after day to master its own power.
But this process was not smooth and often t with so accidents.
Mira wasn’t sure if it was appropriate to describe it as "incontinence," but the truth was, the Primordial Embryo often experienced loss of control in the process of mastering its power.
Therefore, whenever the Primordial Embryo tried to control its power, Mira needed to be there to watch over it.
And this ti, the situation was far more dangerous than before.
Deep within the Celestial Kingdom, a massive and formless darkness began to roil, chaotic energy currents swept through the starry sky, and the stars around were deviating slightly from their orbits due to the enormous gravitational pull.
What a vast dark furnace it was.
The dark currents seed violent and disorderly, and Mira, a bystander, struggled to maintain her form, trying not to be swept into them.
"What is happening..."
Mira couldn’t help murmuring,
"I haven’t seen such a scene for a long ti..."
The Primordial Will’s vast power was far less obedient to the control of the Primordial Embryo than before.
Even though the Primordial Embryo was desperately trying to control every bit of power, the more it tried to control, the more fierce the Primordial Will’s rejection beca.
It was as if... the Primordial Will... no longer belonged to the Primordial Embryo.
"Enough, stop now!"
As the violent dark currents grew more intense, threatening to create a massive storm within the stars, Mira couldn’t help but cry out for the Primordial Embryo to stop.
When Mira’s voice fell, the turmoil of the Primordial Will gradually subsided, like a boiling lake slowly returning to calmness, and that vast dark furnace finally regained its original serenity.
An oval, sticky black glob—the Primordial Embryo—erged awkwardly from the center of the Primordial Will and floated down in front of Mira.
"What happened? Why this ti..."
Mira reached out to touch the Primordial Embryo, communicating with its spirit.
"What... you’re saying that soone has taken away an extrely important part of the power?
Like taking away the key to a lock?"
Mira said incredulously.
And she also received a confirming response from the Primordial Embryo.
"Who took the power from within? The Gods? If they support each other, indeed they could do it... but haven’t they already lost to Schiller? Their battle with the Great Angel has ended, why would they do this now?"
Mira couldn’t help but ask questions one after another, imdiately suspecting the Gods.
After all, she had experienced it—several Divine beings, led by Dragon God Endora, drawing power from the Primordial Will to establish the Primordial Church, attempting to rebuild the old order of the Gods.
In her eyes, the Gods were the most suspicious.
"You don’t know if it was the Gods? Alright, you’re still young; it’s normal not to know.
So, what should we do next? How should you control your power? Break the lock by force, and directly burst in?"
Mira’s expression was grave; she saw the current problem as extrely tricky and, despite wanting to resolve it, seed at a loss as to where to even begin.
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