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Chapter 207 - 178 God Wants to Make a Covenant with People

Chapter 207: Chapter 178 God Wants to Make a Covenant with People

At the conclusion of his mission, King Chenfeng accepted those gifts and promised the envoys that he would withdraw his troops from outside the Three-eyed Ape People’s city walls and leave the land nurtured by the river in a few days.

On the way back, Casas breathed a sigh of relief but could not help feeling regret.

This heroic battle was awe-inspiring, but it was to end without a clear victor.

Compared to Casas’s melancholy, Noen’s expression was much more solemn.

"Why... Why did King Chenfeng disengage from the conflicts of many nations to attack Ajia? Is it merely because of betrayal? Does he not covet that Heavenly Descending Gem?"

Noen mused internally. He had heard slaves who had seen the gemstone describe how nearly everyone who saw it was attracted to it, even... to the point of giving up their lives.

Despite his many doubts, there were no answers.

King Chenfeng was about to withdraw his troops, and the war between the two tribes would end in peace. After this battle, the Ajia Kingdom might no longer engage in the conflict over the gemstone.

Several days passed after the mission to King Chenfeng.

Days went by uneventfully, life returned to its peaceful routine, and Noen continued his usual visits to the New Rule Garden built on the abandoned temple. He led the believers in prayers, reciting the words from the two history books and explaining the stories within.

Soon after, Noen began to spread the ancient words bestowed by divine grace to the believers.

"The Ancient Language is God’s grace.

If you can master it completely, you can harness the power within."

Saying this, Noen stretched out his hand and chanted softly,

"For example, ’Vidan’ means life."

As his words fell, a few frail wild grasses suddenly sprouted from the cracks in the stone slabs beneath Noen’s feet.

Life was one of the three ancient words that Noen had mastered.

The slaves pointed at the wild grass, looking at each other with wide eyes, causing a clamor in the crowd.

"This is a gift from God. Accept it, each of you can receive it."

Noen surveyed the people present and said softly.

After a moment of stunned silence, the crowd erupted into a series of exclamations.

Noen’s chant, causing the sudden growth of wild grass, seemed trivial in terms of divine power.

But even the slightest divine power was enough to excite people immensely.

Moreover, according to Noen, such grace was available even to stone slaves.

In the past, only pure-blooded noble priests possessed the power of prophecy.

The slaves excitedly knelt on the ground, tears streaming down their faces, spontaneously thanking God for His gift.

From within the Celestial Kingdom enveloped by Ancient Chaos, Divine King Shan En focused on Noen’s actions.

Throughout these days, besides responding to the Primordial Will, this king of the Country of Divines also occasionally focused his attention on the prophet.

Shan En discovered that the ancient words chanted by Noen seemed to carry the Gods’ mighty power, not that from their creator.

"The Ancient Language... it can harness the mighty power of Gods."

Divine King Shan En murmured softly,

"It is also a gift our father has given to mortals."

In the following days, Shan En observed Noen’s every move, increasingly understanding the ancient words.

Then, Shan En astonishingly realized:

"When mortals use ancient words to access the Gods’ mighty power, the influence of the Gods inevitably deepens in the Mortal World."

"But... why would our father do this?

Why did He bring the Ancient Language to earth?

Isn’t His gift of Ancient Language supposed to fulfill us?"

For a moment, Shan En was utterly perplexed, thunder swirling around Him.

He was the king of the Country of Divines, seeing the frightening potential of Ancient Language clearer than anyone else.

Those slaves, who would never have been able to touch divine grace in their whole lives, now possessed faint divine power through the Ancient Language.

Even the faintest divine power is still divine power.

Chanting the Ancient Language meant,

they were no longer merely mortals in the traditional sense.

The Ancient Language, what a peculiar grace it was...

"Could it be... our father intends to entrust the faith of the Mortal World to us?"

"No... it cannot be so..."

"But what is the reason?

What plan could our father possibly have?"

Shan En struggled to understand.

Suddenly, an idea flashed across his mind, sending a shudder through His core.

Shan En suddenly recalled the prophecy about Heaven mentioned by Kagawus.

That father of the Gods must have some secret and grand scheme,

and the Ancient Language,

perhaps was the vanguard of the coming of that Heaven!

"Don’t jump to conclusions..."

Shan En panted heavily, comforting Himself.

His gaze fixed on the prophet spreading grace upon the earth.

Noen down below was sharing the Ancient Language and its intersection with the holy scripture of the Logos people to the believers, his demeanor solemn as if he bore an unprecedented hefty mission.

The previously self-reassuring Shan En now couldn’t help but mutter,

"This Ancient Language...

could it one day,

destroy the faith of the Gods upon the earth?"

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God’s Dream.

Chen Yi sat on the throne of the Holy Realm as always.

His gaze fixed ahead, deep in thought, with no angel knowing what God was looking at.

Solamus was not beside the throne this time; he had gone to his own guarded dreamscape, hoping to create more marvelous visions.

Above the throne, there was only God.

Above the vast Cloud Sea, Maisy came from afar.

The angels revered their creator, periodically coming before God’s throne to either share their thoughts, listen to God’s narratives, or simply keep Him company.