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Lindong couldn't predict Ethan's thoughts. His mind was always so unique, always quick to propose so sharp perspectives, and sotis even harsh remarks, which made her heart pound. If the person she loved most gave her past efforts a "crap" rating, she felt she would be so upset she'd have chest pains and wouldn't be able to eat for a week.

So she chose to turn her back on Ethan and closed her eyes.

This way, even if she shed a few tears, Ethan wouldn't see them. "I heard that after I went to the Origin Society, the Divinity possessed the Chief Prosecutor and t with you. Your conversation ended in disagreent."

Ethan was different from those obedient residents of the Holy City. The Lord of the Holy City had obviously never encountered soone like him. This person always spoke frankly, even in front of his Old Gods friends, and the Divinity probably heard many sharp voices from Ethan.

"I called the Divinity a charlatan."

Just a few words shocked Lindong's heart, filling her with annoyance.

As always, precise and cutting.

"But a magnificent charlatan."

"Smooth talker."

Lindong knew Ethan was good at reading people, so she said, "Don't say things just to please !"

"This is my genuine thought. I can't bla the Divinity. If our identities were swapped, it would probably drive insane in just two days."

Ethan replied earnestly.

Imagine, if he had to bear the burden of the entire civilization's future, each of his decisions would impact the futures of hundreds of worlds. He could impulsively free Mr. Flynn Seine from the cage, allowing him to experience real emotions. However, such a decision could potentially spark wars in dozens of Edge Worlds.

In war, millions of unnad Flynn Seines would die on the battlefield for freedom.

In the end, he wouldn't know any of their nas.

But the ssiah knows.

The ssiah knows each person's na and everything that will happen in their lives.

"If every decision you make must be accountable to hundreds of billions of people, and you must ensure each decision is correct, no one can bear such a burden."

This was why Ethan disliked being seen as a Divine Spirit. He repeatedly emphasized to others that he wasn't a god.

Only a Divine Spirit can bear such a burden.

Only a Divine Spirit can ensure that every decision is on the right path.

For thousands of years, the Lord of the Holy City had been diligently fulfilling the duties of a Divine Spirit—even if you were born in an Edge World, appearing to outsiders as a resident with a hopeless life, as long as you had enough faith, the Lord of the Holy City would bring you happiness equivalent to that of the elite families in the Special District.

At least from a biological perspective, there's no difference between the two.

Furthermore, the Lord of the Holy City was tirelessly working in places unseen by people, exhausting all possibilities to understand the Old Gods, spying on their secrets, hoping one day to turn that false cage into reality through the God of Truth.

Until the mushroom cloud rose above the starport of the First Special District, and the Lord of the Holy City disappeared, possibly transported to who knows where by Sincaro, they were working so hard.

"So that's why you created the ssiah, isn't it?"

The sudden question caused Lindong's heart to tremble. She suddenly felt her eyes moisten, not because she was angered to tears by Ethan's accusation of charlatanry, but because for the first ti in centuries, soone had entered her heart and glimpsed her inner thoughts.

"Even if you founded the Origin Society and beca the First Chair in people's eyes, you still couldn't bear the future of this civilization. No matter how much you think through every minute of your life, you could never comprehend everything happening."

The Magic Realm on the other end was one of the experintal sites used by the Lord of the Holy City to research the Old Gods.

Lindong's inner world was reflected to so extent in the ssiah.

Therefore, after the Dark Epoch ended, the people there remained in pessimism—Doomsday would eventually arrive, and the True God would eventually return to this world. They must rely on faith to once again traverse the difficult future of the Seventh Epoch.

And this was precisely what Lindong had observed from those perished civilizations.

Even if she didn't deliberately intend it, these thoughts were deeply rooted in her subconscious and naturally transmitted to the ssiah.

"Didn't you notice?"

Since arriving in the First District, Ethan had a strong feeling, "Compared to the Far West, this place is the true nation of faith."

The True God had long fallen, and even the most devout believers of the Life Divine Teachings learned to live without a Divine Spirit.

However, here, the Divine Spirit existed in everyone's lives.

The Lord of the Holy City not only brought happiness to everyone but also let them know everything that would happen in the future. As a result, even when the rebels' starship surrounded the entire planet and orbital bombardnt could descend at any mont, the people of the First Special District continued their lives casually, and families would indifferently continue their power gas.

Because the Lord of the Holy City was with them, the Lord of the Holy City would resolve all problems.

Even as a pragmatic Chief Prosecutor, the only solution he could think of was to have the Lord of the Holy City ascend to the platform of the Sanctuary's floating yacht and make a speech to the Holy City inhabitants and the rebels.

"Are you saying I should entrust the future to them?"

Wise as Lindong was, she imdiately saw through Ethan's intent, but she was not satisfied with such an outco. "Those fallen civilizations once made this choice. Once their technological developnt surpassed their control, they handed their fate to human nature and science itself. Despite having no evidence, they believed science would resolve all problems."

But in reality, they only received a glimpse from the Old Gods.

Under that glimpse, any brilliant civilization ultimately beca a Death Star filled with pain and despair.

She loved Ethan, but even he couldn't use such clichés to ignore everything that had happened in the past.

"No, this is not a discussion about how to save the world."

Ethan shook his head. "You should know better than I do; so problems can't be solved even if you think them through endlessly."

"But..."

"Lindong."

Ethan gazed at Lindong's back. In this mont, he was looking at his lover while also continuing the conversation that Sincaro interrupted earlier. "It's ti to let yourself go."

Facing the window, Lindong finally turned around, sniffing several tis.

Opened her arms, making a gesture seeking a hug as the conclusion to the conversation.

"However, given the Lord of the Holy City's profound impact on this world, it's not easy to recover them."

Ethan held Lindong in an embrace, lost in thought, "I'll find a way to help."

...............

Monts later, in the Sanctuary of Logic.

"How did you do it?"

In the isolation chamber, Song Xian put down the book in his hand. No longer serene and calm, his face displayed a look of shock.

He clearly recognized Zhuang Xiao and was greatly shaken by her sudden appearance in the isolation room.

"It seems sothing major happened outside, and the priests of the Sanctuary don't have ti to deal with anymore."

"No, I an how did you get in just now?"

Song Xian pointed to the door.

This was a restricted area that only gray-robed priests had access to, filled with technologies they had never heard of, including the door he tried countless ways to open but failed.

But Zhuang Xiao simply found a piece of stiff cardboard from who knows where, treated it like a door accidentally locked at ho, slid it into the gap near the door handle, and the most secure door opened for her.

"Huh?"

Zhuang Xiao was also bewildered. She looked down at the piece of stiff cardboard she'd placed aside.

Earlier, she had one thought in her mind: to rescue Song Xian while Griffin Monk wasn't paying attention.

No matter what would happen to the city, they needed to reunite with the others quickly. She didn't want to entrust her fate to the Lord of the Holy City. Now that they had co this far, what harm was there in going a bit further?

With this thought, she saw that piece of stiff cardboard.

"I..."

Zhuang Xiao's tone was full of confusion, "I thought it would work."

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