Only God
Chapter 460 - 402: Seemingly Meaningless Miracle (Extra)

Chapter 460: Chapter 402: Seemingly Meaningless Miracle (Extra)

Within the Bone Church,

The crowd gazed into the distance, unable to believe what was before their eyes, willing it to be nothing more than a meaningless trick.

After the Envoy prayed to God, he began to walk on the surface of the water.

Just as God had walked on the sea in front of Al and Yarlessto.

The believers trembled all over with excitement, unease, fear... Thousands of complex thoughts swirled in their minds, and the shock of the spectacle before them might never be forgotten.

At this moment, even the most steadfast belief would waver, continue to waver, until it collapsed, as would any certain prophecy, any scripture recited day and night, they would all be ignored, continually ignored, until they were destroyed.

They began to chant the scriptures involuntarily, kneeling softly, and then, unknowingly who started it, a voice said, "I confess." In an instant, successive confessions echoed along the lake.

In front of the miracle, those believers of the Primordial Church made their confessions.

Pastor Flora closed her eyes; she could not bring herself to believe what was in front of her, kneeling on the ground, almost disgracefully praying to God that all she was seeing was nothing but an illusion.

She could, by virtue of her long-standing prestige and profound knowledge, loudly proclaim it all to be an illusion, but she saw very clearly that even the Six Gods were wavering at this moment.

The truth... had been unveiled ruthlessly, if only by a corner.

Anos looked at Mira walking on the water’s surface.

She was somewhat at a loss, her lips parting slightly, unable to utter a word.

The pupils of the Divine beings in the sky constricted sharply, suddenly falling into trembling mire.

They dared not believe what was before them, yet the scene described in the scriptures had appeared before them, leaving no room for the slightest doubt; their minds were filled with chaos, like country folk mistakenly consuming hallucinogenic mushrooms.

Walking on the water...

It seemed a meaningless miracle, one that was even dimmed in comparison...

Yet... because of the presence of God, it was imbued with supreme status.

Countless mortals who knew the Ancient Language, or who bore grace, and even the Divine beings, had tried to walk on water, but no matter who, their feet always came away slightly wet, such that even mortals knew how to debunk such tricks—see if they were wet.

Even though the diligent could deceive for a while, they could not escape the gaze of the deities of the Celestial Kingdom; at this moment, the Six Gods saw clearly that the Envoy had just emerged from the lake, his feet indeed in contact with the water’s surface, yet not bearing any new water.

Even the Head of the Six Gods trembled, suddenly having a premonition of destiny – that their rebellion against the Father was futile from the start!

How pathetic it was that they had once thought they could stand on equal footing with Heaven.

Like earthen walls thinking they could hold back centuries of floods, but when historical torrents surged, even the sturdiest of walls would be easily swept away.

"What are you... What does our Father... want to do?" asked the Head of the Six Gods, with utter urgency.

Fear could no longer be masked.

The Divine beings following Him already felt the impulse to prostrate themselves.

"God wants to judge you, and I... I want to send you to Hell," Mira said, her smile clear, her face looking innocuous.

"That’s delusional!"

One of the Six Gods, who held a mirror, could not bear it and exclaimed in anger, which was contradicted by the trembling of his voice in fear.

They had hidden themselves for hundreds of years, only to face their efforts coming to naught today.

But... had they really concealed their whereabouts...

If they truly had, how could the Envoy have so coincidentally appeared before them today...

The mirror-bearing God did not dare to think any further.

Mira did not waste any more words, sweeping her gaze over the deities and the Lady of Sorrow in front of her.

The Lady of Sorrow, throughout, had not spoken a word as if she had foreseen the events unfolding, the mysterious woman slightly bowed her head as if pondering something.

Mira took a deep breath.

In her ears, she heard the faintest of sounds.

Mira nodded slightly.

Now was the time...

She abruptly crouched down, pressing her hands onto the surface of the water.

Alone, she was not enough to confront the six deities and the Lady of Sorrow.

The previously calm lake surface started to ripple outwards from where Mira was as the center.

The Six Gods realized what she was about to do, but they were now so caught up in dread and fear that they dared not make a move.

Lady Suffering narrowed her eyes and then let out a heavy sigh,

"How truly... the last person I wished to see...

Oh my God, I never thought it would come to this in the end."

Lady Suffering murmured softly in her heart, her hands pressed together in prayer to her own divine, and no one knew why she prayed, nor did anyone know what that step she referred to meant.

The waves grew larger and more dispersed, eventually stirring up heavy surges that continuously pushed outward, instantly filling the entire underground space with a thick mist.

Lady Suffering gazed at this scene, slowly retreating until her entire figure vanished into the darkness, obscure and indistinct.

Centered around Mira, waves rose like a meteor falling into the sea, and the surrounding waters rotated counterclockwise at an almost insane speed. In that layered lake, a figure, embodying sanctity, slowly emerged.

Under the dim glimmer, Anos saw that the woman had beautiful long golden hair, a straight and fair nose, and slender yet powerful limbs, with eyes so calm they were nearly devoid of emotion or desire.

"Vina Kana..."

Anos, after a desperate search through her memories, suddenly recalled the woman she and Mira had encountered at the Bone Church.

In later times, people would call her the living saint.

Vina Kana lifted her eyes to take in the scene before her, then turned her head to exchange a look with Mira.

The girl smiled and nodded emphatically, as if entrusting Vina Kana with a task.

After Vina Kana gave a slight nod, her gaze moved past Mira, focusing on something behind her, as if she were looking at someone else.

Then, Vina Kana turned her head and once more cast her gaze upon the Six Gods in midair.

Over the surface of the lake, a solemn atmosphere permeated, and Vina Kana coldly surveyed the divine, while the divine fixed their eyes upon her.

The Head of the Six Gods furrowed his brow deeply, his gaze profound.

He, or rather, They, had never seen a mortal like this.

It wasn’t so much the mortal’s abilities that were of utmost importance, for the Six Gods wouldn’t be astonished by a mortal’s abilities. If everything went smoothly, according to prophecy, Anos would ascend to the throne of the Golden Hall and she would possess power nearly akin to that of the ancient Shan’en. For this reason, the Six Gods would not find the abilities of a mere mortal surprising.

What truly gave the Head of the Six Gods pause was how unfathomable that person appeared, as if laden with boundless secrets and a sacred mission, much like when They had first encountered Lady Suffering. Unlike the latter, however, in this woman known as Vina Kana, there resided an indescribable sense of divinity.

That mortal seemed... almost equal to the divine.

Vina Kana slowly drew her longsword from her waist, the blade named Sofia, which glowed gloriously even in the dim underground space.

"Who... are you?"

The Head of the Six Gods couldn’t help but ask.

"Who I am is not important; what matters is... who sent me here, and what They want us to do."

Vina Kana spoke calmly and unhurriedly.

Mira stood by her side, nodding slightly.

The Six Gods’ eyes intensified.

By now, how could They not know who had sent her?

None other than Their Father.

Mira looked upon Them and slowly said,

"God wants me to deliver you to judgment."

The Head of the Six Gods retorted harshly,

"He should come Himself to judge us!"

Mira shook her head and replied,

"God will not appear before you, just as the heavens and earth, once separated, will never merge again.

You are the judged, and He who judges you shall forever dwell high above the sky."

With those words spoken, the Six Gods simultaneously felt an indescribable rage, a fire burning within their souls, and the Envoy’s words fueled it like an endless supply of kindling. It was hard to imagine that one day, They, as divine beings, would find themselves in such a dire predicament, feeling a helpless entrapment within the mire of destiny. Their lengthy divine lives had almost made Them forget that destiny binds both mortals and the divine.

In Their innermost depths, They realized that whatever They did was merely a cornered beast’s struggle, a last-ditch effort.

But the Six Gods were not prepared to simply accept such a fate.

Upon the Head of the Six Gods, thick black mist began to emanate from tiny cracks in His shell, spreading throughout the underground space with an unimaginable terror.

The other gods of the Six Gods began to secrete heavy black mist as well, which coiled and twisted in the cracks, entangling and intertwining, while strands of pale mist emerged from within.

Mira furrowed her brow.

The demeanor of the Six Gods was far more horrifying than anything she had seen before, enough to make one tremble.

For centuries, these Six Gods who were unwilling to follow the Law had been exposed to the taboos of the divine in the Celestial Kingdom, touching the invisible and terrifying power of the Primordial Will, and now radiated with the pale power that appears only when in harmony with that tremendous force.

It could be said that They were now akin to the ancient War God Saiama, each of Them being a Deputy of the Primordial Will on earth.