Only God
Chapter 453 - 398: To the Places Love Takes You

Chapter 453: Chapter 398: To the Places Love Takes You

That kiss burned upon that person’s heart.

Anos stared blankly at Mira.

"You... what in the world are you..."

Anos’s mind went blank, empty of everything, with her pupils dilated.

She looked at Mira, whose face was shrouded in a holy glow, flawless, with such pure eyes that one could see directly into all of Mira’s intentions.

All sounds ceased at that moment, and everything fell into silence.

Anos shivered; she trembled, unable to utter a word, enduring the gaze of Mira, who seemed to be scrutinizing her, scrutinizing an Anos without a Golden Heart.

"Anos."

The Envoy suddenly spoke.

"You... what do you want to say..."

Anos was entirely bewildered, as if she had just emerged from amniotic fluid, her voice trembling.

After enduring such opposition and finally a violent encounter, she had mistakenly believed she had reached the end of her life.

"Leave this place."

The Envoy said.

"...Where should I go?"

Anos asked, clueless.

She had envisioned thousands of scenarios but never this one, suddenly feeling as though she had lost all direction.

The Envoy stated, word by word:

"Go where love takes you."

The Empress repeated in disbelief:

"Go... where love takes me..."

She stared dumbfoundedly at the Envoy.

The Envoy, without any unnecessary words, was concise to a fault, his countenance pristine and clean, wrapped in brilliance, leaving no trace on her, despite the various tribulations she had endured and the scorn from evil thoughts.

The Envoy turned and slowly descended the long stairs.

Anos followed in a daze, step by step down the stairs.

.........

Atop the Festival Lake in the Bone Church.

Pastor Flora stared at the center of the lake, her heart pounding with terror.

Flora’s hands were shaking, unable to imagine the vast changes the fake envoy would bring to this Ascension ritual.

What exactly happened to Anos?

Could it be... she has already Ascended...

"This is God’s will, this is God’s will..."

Flora clasped her hands together and repeated incessantly,

"There will be no accidents."

She had lived in the city below the city since childhood, and the doctrines of the Primordial Church were to her the unquestionable truth and the support for her very existence.

Pastor Flora couldn’t imagine the collapse of her faith.

For her, that would be worse than death itself, an utter irredeemable downfall.

Flora prayed desperately.

She had never doubted the truth of the Prophecy, but now, anxiety had overwhelmed her completely.

The Path to Divinity that Anos stepped upon was anchored in the future, her Ascension a destined realization, a direction of fate.

"This is... God’s will..."

Flora murmured, her voice shaking.

She couldn’t accept a future where Prophecy failed.

Inside the dark Bone Church.

The struggle between the Lady of Sorrow and two adversaries from Slaier was nearing its end.

As the Lady of Sorrow gradually healed her wounds, her control over Gatekeeper Slaier grew stronger, while the Slaier from the past was on the brink of defeat, barely holding on.

But...

The Lady of Sorrow, sensing something amiss, turned her gaze towards Lake Heart Island at the center of the Festival Lake, where black mist was slowly dispersing from the center of the ritual.

"This is bad..."

Her pupils contracted, a sense of anomaly creeping in, she muttered:

"What exactly has happened?"

The Ascension ritual shouldn’t end this quickly.

A moment later.

The space inside the Bone Church began to distort bit by bit.

Starting from the corners, the vast underground space trembled without cessation, with falling pebbles causing endless ripples on the lake.

With several loud roars, the space suddenly fractured, and six majestic Divines descended over the Festival Lake, their immense Divine Power stirring up waves of wind.

The Six Gods, shrouded in black mist, had kept their identities hidden from each other and erased one another’s memories before the Primordial Church was established, as a precaution.

They looked furiously at Lake Heart Island at the center of the Festival Lake.

The Lady of Sorrow pushed the Slaier from the past away, taking the Gatekeeper Slaier with her, flying to the side of the Six Gods.

The black mist on Lake Heart Island slowly dispersed.

There, the figure in a coronation robe, crowned with a crimson diadem, collapsed powerlessly to the ground, and standing beside her was God’s Messenger, Mira.

"What on earth have you done?!"

The leading Divine demanded, the magnificent voice raising waves on the entire lake.

The remaining Believers and Elders knelt down, faced with the appearance of the Six Gods, some praising loudly, others praying fervently.

Mira raised her face, fearlessly looking at the towering Six Gods.

"This question should be returned to you."

Her voice ignited the wrath of the Six Gods, who had waited for this day for centuries, established the Primordial Church themselves, risked their lives to entice souls into the Primordial Will, and finally assembled the power of six stars to construct a Path to Divinity.

But all this... was destroyed by an envoy from the heavens.

A sensation called ’obliteration of all thoughts’ slowly surged in the hearts of the Six Gods.

"It’s not over yet, Six Gods."

The Lady of Sorrow spoke at that moment,

"The Path to Divinity still exists... your Envoy has only temporarily lost the Golden Heart."

"You can still recreate that Golden Heart and then... sacrifice the souls of the Divine as the cornerstone for building the Path."