Only God
Chapter 163 - 141: That is the grace God wants to give

Chapter 163: Chapter 141: That is the grace God wants to give

God’s dream.

Among the eight Great Angels tasked with granting trials, seven had initiated their trials, with two trialists having already failed.

Only Solamus was still hesitating, yet to commence the first trial for Noen.

In the view of this Angel Leader, Noen was simply too frail, the one with the most remote hope among all the angels’ trialists.

Solamus treasured each opportunity for trial and harbored great concern and expectation for every trialist.

That was precisely why Solamus had not yet given Noen a trial, for he believed that the latter might not even be able to complete the first trial.

Moreover, the significance of this round of angelic trials surpassed all those prior.

This time, the angels would bestow divine grace upon those who passed their trials.

All these reasons had to this day left Solamus still undecided.

After all, as long as he delayed, refraining from commencing the trial, there remained hope for Noen to pass.

Now, among the Great Angels, it was Angel Schiller whose progress was most auspicious.

According to Schiller, his trialist named Baird had already successfully completed two trials, and the process was smooth, his performance quite outstanding.

Perhaps it wouldn’t be long before Baird would wholly finish this round of angelic trials and receive grace.

The Great Angels all congratulated Schiller, which made him exceedingly proud.

Against this backdrop, Solamus felt even more dejected.

Seated upon the Cloud Sea throne, God discerned the mood of the angel standing beside Him.

"Solamus, why do you look so forlorn?"

As the words fell upon his ears, Solamus felt a rush of panic, and after a moment, he replied softly,

"God, I still do not know whether I should let Noen start his trial."

Chen Yi regarded the hesitant Solamus and simply said,

"Your solemnity in this matter might very well yield no different result than if you were to act nonchalantly."

Solamus was taken aback.

Chen Yi continued,

"Do you remember, Al? He ascended the high mountain and was chosen by Me."

"I remember, God; Al is the Prophet of the Logos people and your child."

"Solamus, then do you know why it was Al I chose and not someone else?"

Solamus shook his head.

Chen Yi went on to say,

"Because... I did not ask him to climb the high mountain.

It was he who chose to ascend that perilous peak."

Immediately, Solamus sank into contemplation, and after a brief pause, he had a sudden revelation,

"God, are you saying... regardless of my hesitation, the trial will still be Noen’s own choice?"

Chen Yi gave a slight nod.

Solamus suddenly freed himself from the shackles of confusion, his previous indecision now dissipated like mist and cloud.

Indeed, whenever he started the trial, he could not interfere with the course of the trial; it was all Noen’s choice.

Since that was the case, what was there for him to hesitate about?

Having understood this, Solamus’s spirit lightened immediately. After bidding farewell to God, he flapped his wings and took flight, leaving God’s throne.

Chen Yi remained seated on the throne.

He gazed into the distant Cloud Sea, lost in thought.

Whether it was Al, Yarlessto, or Dertulian... the souls of those departed from the earth gathered in the branches atop the high mountain.

Only by bringing the dreamscapes to the outside world, transforming the illusory dreams into the reality of Heaven, could the souls within the branches be brought to this place.

As for why Maisy could bring some souls of the Three-eyed Ape People into the dream, it was because as an Angel who went to earth, She had unintentionally guided those souls before they reached the branches.

God stood up and raised a hand.

The Cloud Sea changed in a blink, and He crafted an illusory image.

That image was of the Ancient Chaos.

Chen Yi focused on the Ancient Chaos.

Long, long ago, He had a hypothesis.

That was to allow the rational beings on earth to use the extraordinary power of the Ancient Chaos to suppress the sudden bursts of pale rain.

Now, as the Gods awaken in the Celestial Kingdom, each possessing a soul, a mind, that does not signify they can control their power.

Just as mortals cannot control their desires, who could guarantee that the Gods of the Celestial Kingdom could restrain the radiance of the stars?

If this hypothesis were realized, then it would no longer be a unilateral bestowal of grace by the gods; rather, mortals could actively obtain grace.

Furthermore, those graces would be within reach for nearly everyone, entirely stemming from the free will, the volition of the self.

Just like Al in times passed, he himself chose to ascend the high mountain.

God extended His hand, beginning to construct His hypothesis within this all-encompassing dreamscape.

.........

Time passed, unmeasured.

"It is done."

God spoke softly.

Solamus had arrived by the Divine Throne at some point, seeming to have been waiting for a while.

The Angel Leader approached and inquired,

"God... what is this?"

Solamus felt that, in the presence of God, there was an unseen, intangible creation, extremely intricate and perfect, something nearly every person possessed, could hardly part with, and could not possibly be cut off from.

Chen Yi turned his head, offering a faint smile.

"A kind of language."

Solamus froze for a moment, his original confusion about why the creation was invisible and untouchable now clear—it was language.

But as one question was answered, another immediately followed.

He couldn’t understand God’s meaning,

"Language... But don’t people on Earth already have language?"

"This is different, Solamus."

Chen Yi softly resolved the angel’s bewilderment,

"Although the people of Earth possess language, their language is merely language.

But this creation, it connects to the divine power of the stars.

As long as you chant ’Lightning,’ the grace of the Thunder God Shan’en will follow.

As long as you chant ’Water,’ the grace of the Water God Angel will heed the call."

Hearing this, Solamus was astounded.

His face filled with disbelief, he couldn’t help but move closer to that divine artifact.

"God, this is... this is such a magnificent gift!

People can rely on themselves to receive the grace of the Gods.

And the Gods, too, can withhold their radiance, thereby preventing people from receiving grace.

It all depends on the free will and choice of both sides."

Solamus started to ramble, as a part of the spirit of God and as an angel of pure goodness, he realized what such a grace truly meant for the people of the world.

The significance of this creation,

was like the souls once granted by God to countless creatures.

Solamus felt poignant,

"It is the berry waiting for the hungry to gather.

It is the grass, bestowed upon the thirsty lamb for free.

It is the spring water, it is the wheat...

It is..."

"Ancient Language."

God said softly,

"That is the grace I will give in the days to come."

...

...

Casas had, after all, been the son of a Prime Minister, and the Queen’s commission to seek the golden bull’s horn was already well known to all.

And now, somehow, the word had spread through the streets and alleys of the Royal Capital that he intended to cross the desert to reach the Ancient Elf Kingdom.

Upon learning of this, people sympathized with him or mocked him.

"He’s too ignorant, doesn’t he know that no one has ever found the Ancient Elf Kingdom?"

"It’s not ignorance; he’s been harmed by the Queen... The Queen wants him to look for something that doesn’t exist. The Prime Minister Ibia presented a male favorite, and the Queen has taken it out on him."

"Ibia once ruled the court with an iron fist, who would’ve thought that his son would face such a day!"

"Casas and his slave named Noen will surely die on the way... Our Kagawus will never rescue him."

...

Casas heard these jeers, sympathies, and as the son of a Prime Minister his self-esteem was hurt, but he was powerless to retort, feeling only dejection swell in his heart.

"Young master,"

Noen said,

"Let them talk, they are but horseflies on the back of a camel."

Casas was slightly buoyed by the sentiment but remained somewhat skeptical, asking:

"Even a camel is not free from dying of thirst in the desert.

Moreover, we are the camels on the Path of Death.

And we don’t know if the Elves from three thousand years ago have returned to their homeland."

Noen met Casas’ gaze, speaking softly:

"If the Elves have returned to their homeland, we will follow their path.

If they perished on the way, we’ll forge a new path for those who come after."

Casas was amazed that his own slave could speak such words.

The former Prime Minister’s son found, over these three years, Noen had grown so much, the death of the old priest had impacted him greatly, prompting him to earnestly seek change.

Now, Noen was no longer the same.

"Young master, we both carry a mission on our shoulders,"

"You want to save your family, to continue your family’s history, and I promised the old priest, I want to find the lost faith,

We Stone Slaves carry the blood of the Logos people,

We Stone Slaves are also children of God.

Children of God must search for the past, from whence we came, to there we shall return."

Noen’s words stirred a tempest in Casas’ heart, the former son of the Prime Minister saw in the youth’s eyes an unwavering determination, and Casas suddenly realized Noen would lay down his life in the quest to retrieve faith.

After this, Casas silently endured whatever people said; no matter their words, nothing could stop him and Noen from crossing the Love Desert, journeying towards the Ancient Elf Kingdom.

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