Only God
Chapter 35 - 32: The Logos People Meet the Ocean

Chapter 35: Chapter 32: The Logos People Meet the Ocean

Al and Yarlessto had no experience in sailing, and for the few hundred years of their lives, they only had the experience of drifting on a raft.

Therefore, Yarlessto looked at the canoe that could only accommodate two people. Although it was clearly different from a raft, Yarlessto did not believe it could navigate smoothly in the turbulent currents.

Contrary to his eldest son, in the presence of God, Al had unwavering faith.

He first sat inside the canoe.

Seeing his father quietly sit down in the canoe, Yarlessto gritted his teeth and, despite hesitating, followed him.

"Lord, how are we to get to that place?"

After Yarlessto sat down in the canoe, he asked in a low voice.

"You will see, you are to go to the ocean."

God answered thus.

Yarlessto listened to this brief phrase, "ocean"... He had never heard this word before, and not just him, his father had also heard this word for the first time.

For a long time, the viewpoints of Logosians were confined by natural boundaries such as a great river or a mountain range, everyone had seen streams, rivers, lakes... but no one had ever seen "the ocean," so it was impossible for anyone to know that "the ocean" existed in the world.

Before the father and son could ponder deeply, they saw God extend a hand towards the canoe and gently lift it. Yarlessto lowered his head, only to see the canoe rise into the air; he then somewhat frantically lifted his head and watched as God turned around and took a step forward.

In the blink of an eye, the entire canoe crossed an immeasurable distance, appearing as though it had suddenly transported from the world’s starting point to a place near the world’s boundary.

Out of fear, Yarlessto closed his eyes, waiting until he felt the canoe gradually stabilize, vibrating only slightly, before he nervously opened his eyes.

Blue, majestic, vast...

When Yarlessto opened his eyes, this Logosian, dressed in animal skins, was shocked.

This was the first time he had seen such a body of water, much larger than any lake he had previously seen.

Yarlessto did not know how to describe the scene before him...

There were no mountains ahead, no lakeshores behind... all around, there was no place to go ashore, no land that could be called an end.

Could there actually be such a vast expanse of water as wide as the sky in the world? Could there really be such a vast and profound lake?

An unprecedented shock overwhelmed him visually and spiritually.

Yarlessto felt that he was witnessing such a magnificent miracle for the first time, almost like the exaggerated legends passed down among the older generations.

There were paddles on the canoe.

While Yarlessto was engulfed in profound shock, Al had already regained his senses, lowered his head, and began paddling the canoe.

Feeling the vessel move over the ocean waves, Yarlessto slowly recovered from his shock and instinctively looked around.

He saw a figure in the distance, glowing all over, walking effortlessly on the water.

Yarlessto couldn’t help but look up, stood up from the boat, and tried to approach.

However, Al grabbed Yarlessto, who momentarily lost his footing and fell back into the canoe.

Chen Yi faced the father and son, pointing towards the world’s boundary, and simply said:

"Go there, the answer that surpasses death lies there."

The father and son listened intently to these words; as the voice faded, they saw God turn around, vanishing from the ocean surface like a miracle.

Above the vast and boundless ocean, only the father and son remained.

Yarlessto was stunned; he kept staring in the direction where God had disappeared.

God... had some arrangement?

What did He want to do, what did He want us to understand?

Yarlessto did not know; he could only guess in his heart.

That was the God of the people, the only one in the world.

Whatever arrangement God made would have an irreversible impact on the entire world.

Yarlessto thought, every act of God must have its meaning.

And that meaning was something he, as a mortal, could not comprehend.

After a long while, he turned back and blankly looked at his father.

God had suddenly brought them into the vast sea, manifesting a great miracle before abruptly abandoning them.

Yarlessto could not understand what the purpose of such an arrangement was.

Compared to him, the prophet was much calmer and more indifferent.

Al grasped the oar without panic, pulling and pushing; he applied his previous experience of rafting to this canoe.

The prophet’s eldest son had many questions to ask, but seeing his father’s indifferent face, those questions were hard to voice at the moment. He regained his senses and grabbed another oar, and the two began to move in the direction indicated by God.

When they set off, it was early morning, and in the blink of an eye, as the waves of the sea flowed, noon arrived.

Yarlessto looked toward the direction indicated by God and, with his excellent vision, he suddenly saw a thick, unsettling chaos of black fog gathering in the distance.

He saw the Ancient Chaos, and it inevitably made him feel uneasy.

Several winged silver fish burst from beneath the water, abruptly falling back onto the churning surface; their pectoral fins spread like wings, identifying them as flying fish.

"Father... what lies ahead?"

Yarlessto asked uneasily.

"There will be tribulations, beyond that, I know nothing."

Al replied.

Upon hearing this, Yarlessto took a deep breath and rowed even harder.

The canoe progressed on the sea, which was very calm at noon, facilitating their sailing.

As time passed, the midday sun slowly sank, and Yarlessto noticed that day and night would soon alternate, his unease growing with the fading light.

Then, after the father and son had rowed a distance with effort, Yarlessto suddenly perked up his ears.

La, so...

Yarlessto furrowed his brow.

"Father... do you hear that?"

"What do you hear?"

Al countered.

Yarlessto leaned forward and listened carefully again,

"Song... there’s a song on the sea!"

Yarlessto exclaimed excitedly.

His unease, for some reason, suddenly swept away.

Al, on the other hand, frowned and muttered warily:

"How could there be a song on the sea... is there someone there? Yarlessto, row closer, let me listen too."

Yarlessto nodded. God had abandoned them here, and after a whole day of drifting, suddenly hearing a song was an unexpected turn.

The prophet’s son’s unease was buried by ecstatic joy, and he vigorously rowed forward.

Do, la...

This time, Al also heard the song.

"Listen, father, there really is a song, it’s God’s guidance!"

Yarlessto shouted excitedly.

Al’s brow furrowed even more tightly as he observed his eldest son.

Strange... his eldest son, usually perceptive and troubled by many worries, how could he get so excited by just a song?

Prophet Al vaguely sensed something was wrong, but he did not know what.

"Then let’s head in that direction."

Al gazed into the distance, listening to the song, which was exactly in the direction they were sailing.

Yarlessto nodded emphatically, sitting back in the boat and vigorously rowing.

Thus, the prophet and his son headed towards the sudden song on the sea.