He is the core of faith in this sect known as the ’Supre Spirit Sect’. Almost all the Imperial People’s devotees believe in the Sect Hierarch himself, rather than any ’Spirit of Heaven and Earth’ or ’Spirit of All Beings’.
I vaguely understand that although the Empire and the Mountain People appear to be united, there is still a contradiction in faith. The Dragon God and Sect Hierarch are never one, and their divergence lies there.
And the orphanage where I am is biased towards worshipping the Great Sect Master.
So that’s it, they just want my faith.
It is truly peculiar.
Though I have never t him, soone like Lord or the Great Sect Master... soone who has saved multiple tis from despair... he is already the God in my heart.
Although I don’t know my grandmother’s whereabouts, nor the progress of the experints, I know that in this world, apart from Xiawei Territory, apart from that Silver Peak’s Lord, there is no one else who would repeatedly rescue and assist . Be it the truth about my parents, the food, or the hope for doctors and saving my grandmother, it is all granted to by him.
When I shared all my thoughts with the doctor, the look he gave was not only of shock but also pure joy.
I am very smart.
That’s why I understand... Lord is worthy of my worship.
At the sumr festival, under the guidance of the doctor godfather, I formally joined the sect, praying to Lord’s divine-like perfect portrait.
At that mont, I seed to see the light.
This light was real and shook my soul.
During this ti, Lord is not within the territory; he has gone afar to participate in a grand operation. No one knows exactly what this operation is, but everyone firmly believes that Lord will definitely return successfully.
And indeed, it didn’t take long for the news of Lord’s return to reach Xiawei Territory.
Everyone, whether surprised, suddenly enlightened, or unsurprisingly, began discussing the matter concerning the ’Prophet’.
Lord is the Prophet.
Indeed, I thought likewise.
Perhaps Lord foresaw my suffering and despair, which is why he ca to rescue ? I occasionally think so but quickly shake my head in sha; such thoughts are too arrogant and presumptuous, a conceited folly.
At this point, I have resolved to stay in Xiawei Territory for a lifeti, dedicating my life to the Supre Spirit Sect and Lord.
Though... if possible.
I still wish to see my grandmother once more.
I don’t know if my wish can co true... but if it does, then it can only an one thing.
Lord, he is the True God walking in the Human Realm.
Terra Year 774, July 26th.
The Lord returning from Nauman City is about to return to his territory.
The Chief Governor, the Alchemy Supervisor, the Captain of the Personal Guard, and other important officials all went to welco him. Moreover, though without any command, over half of the people in the territory stopped their work to wait at the entrance.
The midsumr sunlight was dazzling. I raised my hand to shield from the intense light as the breeze blew, causing the Forest Sea of the Bison Mountain Range to sway gently, producing a continuous clamor.
Under the bright sky, the pitch-black asphalt road stretched deep into the forest. At the edge of the city stood the firm and towering Prismatic defense towers reflecting sunlight, shining brilliantly, with flags and banners fluttering behind vigilant soldiers.
The people who spontaneously ca were backed by the newly constructed urban district and streets in Xiawei Territory, none appeared weak; each carried anticipation, gazing to the end of the avenue.
He appeared.
Amidst people’s embrace, the white-haired Lord returned to his territory, donned in a white robe, with a blue scarf on his head. His long hair cascaded over his shoulders, and his eyes seed brighter than the sun.
He was more perfect than described in portraits, more noble than I imagined.
He smiled and waved to the crowd, and the crowd cheered in response. He rode forward slowly, and the crowd followed along with him.
And I unknowingly moved forward.
Beyond the crowd, beyond vigilant soldiers, towards him.
"Hm?"
Lord noticed , turned his head, raised his hand, seemingly signaling the soldiers behind not to act. He watched with interest, his turquoise eyes shimring with pure radiance.
"A ten-year-old child with extraordinary potential." He dismounted and ca to : "Your na?"
"I am Loran from White Grass Town."
I slowly kneeled on one knee, placing my right hand on my chest, bowing my head deeply: "Lord, though my life’s journey has just begun, you have already saved from despair countless tis. I am certain, you are the only light in this world that can illuminate us."
"Lord, at this mont, I vow to you, I am willing to dedicate my life and soul to you. Henceforth I shall run for you, pray for you, fight for you."
— You are my God, my faith.
No one asked to do this.
Though I know, the godfather and the dean hoped I would do this, they indeed hadn’t had the chance to ask .
I just understood that only this way could quell the impulse within , could I express the surging feelings in my heart.
Only this way... only this way.
Can I find peace.
I couldn’t see Lord’s expression.
But monts later, he reached out his hand.
A cold hand gently caressed my cheek, a gentle force applied on , my heartbeat, my breathing, and my thoughts seed to be scrutinized entirely at once. But I feel no fear, for I indeed act and think from the heart.
I sensed the white light again, blue-white light. The light was before my eyes, right in front of , so close to .
I slled the fragrance of Moongrass Flower, not from reality, but from the depth of my soul, the only scent I recognized as beautiful.
"Despair breeds devotion, suffering breeds faith."
The gentle voice softly spoke; Lord helped up and gently said: "I really don’t understand you, unless I truly beco you... but your pain, despair, and joy of redemption have indeed transmitted into my heart."
"I see, there’s sothing nad ’Spirit Energy’ called faith as well..."
"Loran. Loran of White Grass Town... you indeed are an existence beyond my expectations."
"I rember you now."
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