In the sky above the God-Given Land, three forces intertwined to create an extraordinary spectacle: the dream moon ford by the divine artifact Crown of Wisdom, the tidal ocean of ntal power, and God’s will projected from beyond the world.
The Crown of Wisdom contained vast amounts of untransford mythical blood of the Wisdom Ability. The ntal power sea ford God’s avatar as a Seal Spirit. anwhile, the divine will descended through the God-Descending Technique.
These three elents t the requirents for the fourth-level transformation of the Wisdom Ability.
The divine artifact underwent a dramatic change. The silver glow enveloping the dream moon scattered into the ntal power ocean, revealing the artifact’s true form as the light dissipated.
The dark silver crown rotated silently, while the vast ntal power ocean erupted into violent storms, creating whirlpools in the sky.
Within these whirlpools and storms, countless God’s Grace Stones condensed.
“Boom!”
Innurable God’s Grace Stones began to move, thunderously crashing towards the center, constantly compressing and accumulating.
Growing larger and larger.
Finally, the Crown of Wisdom was sealed within.
The once ethereal moon had beco a true celestial body, a massive sphere composed of God’s Grace Stones.
The sphere again emitted radiance, but this ti the moon no longer had its previous illusory and unreal quality.
Silver light illuminated the faces of the spirits in the dream realm. They looked up from before the divine temple, gazing at the sky. The silver crystal ball seed close enough to touch, the enormous moon pressing down from above with an indescribable sense of oppression.
Peering through the semi-transparent crystal, they could faintly see the supre divine artifact that transcended the Wisdom Ability.
“God!” Hila turned her head to look behind her, but God’s shadow had already vanished into the divine hall.
Shelly, the Mother of Life, suddenly called out to the sky.
“Gurgle!”
The spirits looked out again, only to find that the dream moon in the sky had vanished in an instant.
In the sky of the mortal world, a sudden change occurred.
In the clear sky with its thin wisps of clouds, a silver star appeared.
It orbited the earth, it pulled the tides.
It also caused a commotion throughout the Yinsai Kingdom and the Abyss Kingdom, drawing countless shocked and terrified gazes.
A group of priests in robes ran out from the God-Servant City and the Sky Temple. They looked up at the divine moon overhead, their mouths agape in astonishnt.
“What is this? What on earth is this?”
“How can there be two moons?”
“Am I seeing things?”
“Is there any record of this in history? Has such a scene ever appeared before?”
The priests cried out in fear, one after another, spinning around in the temple like headless flies.
In the face of this unknown celestial phenonon and power, mortals felt the true aning of indescribable fear.
It was a power beyond their imagination, a terror that froze their consciousness at the re thought of it.
As the thin clouds slowly drifted away, the moon beca increasingly clear. The light it emitted made the Trilobite n feel a familiarity deep in their bloodline, evoking a sense of reverent awe that made them want to kneel in worship.
It was the source of their bloodline, the supre throne of wisdom.
The leading priest slowly walked to the edge of the cliff, as if desperately longing to approach the divine moon.
“God!” the priest exclaid in awe. “Is this truly Your divine miracle?”
This could be the only explanation, for they couldn’t imagine anyone besides the great Yinsai God possessing such power.
To think that one could create the sun and moon.
In the Temple of Truth, adorned with nurous stone tablets, Lan carved his and his teacher Sandean’s nas onto the compiled “Art of God’s Grace,” placing it in the most prominent central position of the temple.
He had just walked out of the Temple of Truth, closing the heavy stone door behind him.
Turning back, he saw the extraordinarily large divine moon. Its light shone upon him, causing the mythical blood within him to stir.
“The moon is so bright today!” Lan smiled, not noticing anything unusual.
However, when he turned around, he imdiately realized sothing was amiss.
Because behind him, there was clearly another silver moon.
He spun back like a spring, looking towards the other end of the sky at the unusually large moon.
“Two moons?”
Lan was stunned for a long while, then suddenly understood sothing.
His expression gradually changed, his pupils constricting sharply.
“No,” Lan breathed, his voice barely a whisper. “This is not a moon… this cannot be a moon…”
Lan’s mouth uttered the term that reflexively appeared in his mind, a na that could be attributed to all that was ineffably powerful and mysterious.
“This is… God?”
His body involuntarily began to tremble, a bone-deep chill coming from the depths of his soul. It was fear of an existence so powerful it defied description.
It was the shuddering terror of an entity capable of creating moons.
Although people claim to believe in deities, when truly faced with such a scene, the first thing that arises in their hearts is not faith.
It is the most terrifying chill from the depths of their hearts.
It’s like how humans yearn for the universe, but when they are truly thrown into the depths of space, directly facing that eternal darkness.
All longing and aspiration instantly vanish, leaving only trembling fear.
“Teacher,” Lan whispered, his voice filled with wonder and fear, “is this the scene you witnessed when you entered God’s realm?”
Lan, who had just beco a fourth-level God’s Grace Priest, finally understood why his teacher Sandean, so powerful and possessing wisdom surpassing all others, had always maintained such reverence for God.
He believed in truth, he believed that knowledge could unravel all secrets in the world.
Yet at the sa ti, he firmly believed that God was an existence transcending all truth.
That kind of devoutness and firm belief was sothing Lan, a Trilobite Man who grew up in the mortal world, could not imagine.
Their faith was more like a cultural inheritance, but Sandean was different. His faith was true awe and devotion.
But at this mont, Lan suddenly understood where his teacher Sandean’s reverent tone ca from every ti he ntioned God.
Because only when you truly see God do you truly understand your own insignificance.
Whether it was the Yinsai people or the People of the Abyss far in the deep sea, at this mont they were all expressing their emotions under the divine moon.
They didn’t know what this ant.
Was the world changing?
Or was God’s will modifying this world?
They could only express the fear from the depths of their hearts to the fullest, terrified like headless insects.
Or express their devotion like madn, weeping as they spoke of their sins, raising their hands to sing the Redlichia Covenant—
Above the sea, an illusory shadow of God connected the sea level and the clouds in the sky.
That terrifying shadow passed through the sea level, disappearing on the other side.
Light and shadow intertwined, miraculous power crisscrossed in the void.
White threads wove together, gradually forming white clothing.
A figure in a long robe put it on, descending onto the shore of the sea.
The tide washed over his ankles, the wind lightly lifting his hood while also stirring his black hair.
Yin Shen felt the coolness of the water washing over his body, he could sll the scent of the sea.
He raised his hand, feeling the wind.
Although this body was sowhat fragile, so fragile that if his conscious projection struggled even a bit, this body would instantly turn to dust and dissipate.
Just as he had felt before, a single struggle could free him from this universe, throwing him back into the eternal silence beyond the universe.
This feeling of having a body again was truly wonderful.
Full of the rhythm of life.
Yin Shen raised his head, looking at the divine moon standing in the sky.
“What a grand commotion indeed!”
This moon was Yin Shen’s avatar, the carrier of divine will.
Whenever Yin Shen appeared in the mortal world, it would appear along with him.
During the day it might hide in the sun’s radiance, but at night, two moons would appear simultaneously in the world of the Trilobite n.
Starlight swirled down from the clouds, descending beside Yin Shen.
Hila followed Yin Shen’s footsteps from the dream realm to the beach. As the starlight dispersed, she took on the form of a spirit.
She stood on the beach, silently watching God, a God with a body, a God that could be touched and truly existed.
She suddenly felt sowhat afraid to approach.
This was the first ti she had seen God’s true appearance. Under the white hood was a face just as she had imagined.
God had a slender figure and a face resembling that of a spirit, for in mythology, spirits and Trilobite n were created by God in His own image.
God’s hair was black, with equally deep eyes.
Like the depths of the universe that devour and contain everything.
A smile appeared on the spirit’s face, as if a wish long harbored in the depths of her heart had been fulfilled.
“Ah!”
“So this is what God looks like.”
She had been very afraid before, afraid that she would never see God’s appearance before her end.
In her dreams, God would forever be just a majestic light, an eternal star.
“God,” Hila said softly, her voice filled with reverence, “You have finally succeeded.”
Yin Shen turned his head to look at the spirit, noticing her hesitation to approach. He suddenly rembered sothing and asked her.
“Hila,” Yin Shen asked, his voice gentle yet curious, “how long have you been in existence?”
Hila opened her mouth, intending to give an exact number, but finally smiled and said.
“It must be several hundred years now, God,” Hila replied with a gentle smile.
Yin Shen looked at Hila, not pressing further about exactly how many hundreds of years it had been.
“Oh!”
He had always maintained a certain distance from the spirits, always keeping the interaction between God and His creation.
Yin Shen kept a careful distance from the lives he created, knowing that their fleeting existence would inevitably lead to loss and sorrow.
The conversation didn’t continue, but the originally joyful atmosphere beca slightly heavy.
The spirit of the dream realm still maintained a smile on her face, but her eyes revealed sadness.
She wasn’t sad for herself, she just understood God’s emotions.
Although God didn’t speak, she knew what He was thinking. She understood God, even more than she understood herself.
“Perhaps,” Hila mused, her voice tinged with lancholy, “only an eternal being without wisdom, like Shelly, can always remain by God’s side.”
She looked up at the dream moon in the sky that had transford from illusory to real, thinking of Sandean’s student, the God’s Grace Priest who had undergone a life transformation.
“If one breaks through to the fourth level, can they exist for a bit longer?”
Though still insignificant compared to the eternal, they might linger a while longer, like those mortals now gazing up at the moon from the far corners of the world.
Yet Yin Shen was even more majestic than the moon, possessing true eternity.
But the spirit wanted to bask in this moonlight for longer, to stand under the moon like today.
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