Therefore, the Star Gods sent them to various civilizations, allowing this power to protect the civilizations and the civilizations to shape this power.
In the end, civilizations obtained their Star Guardian Dragons, and the dragons received their faith — civilization, order, and love itself.
When a civilization becos a Star God, the dragon will also beco a Star God.
This is the overflow and return of the divine, an expansion and circulation of a ’cycle’.
Just like now, the ’Holy Spirit’ and itself — a part of its overflowed power can also beco life, beco its Follower Clan.
"It’s really troubleso...in this universe where gods truly exist."
The will within the Aether sighed: "Originally, Terra was already so complicated, and now due to faith in , a Holy Spirit was birthed...this is basically a deity worshiped in the usual sense of faith. However, my future plans for civilization do not include religion, at least not in the usual sense of religious faith."
"What should I do with you?"
[I am just a part of you] the Holy Spirit said indifferently: [But, my lord, I can only speak of a fact that you also know]
[I can forsake myself to maintain your Dao. Your friends and companions can do similar things, but those besides them cannot — and friends will eventually pass away]
[In your worst assumptions, you know that everything may turn into nothingness, yet I will not be discouraged, nor will I tire. I would rather forsake everything of myself to fulfill your purpose]
[I can serve as your last resort, my lord. When you need it, I will comply with your will to restart]
[And when you do not need it, I will remain silent]
"Holy Spirit...Holy Dragon."
The will within the Aether murmured softly, he thought for a while, and then smiled: "Okay, let’s do it this way."
"The Logos is silent, the lody describing the Logos will beco language, language will turn into script, script will be interpreted as different information, information may have errors, only silence is without error."
"Therefore, silence is the Logos, the true Holy Spirit."
"Go ahead." he said: "Sleep. My Holy Spirit, Silent Dragon...go to the depths of the Heart of Terra and sleep, to temper the thoughts of those endless Soul Spirits, to beco the subconscious of humans and gods."
"If the Heart of Terra is the legacy I created, being both child and father, then you must be its Guidance."
"When you speak, it will be at the overturning of heavens and earth, the extinction of civilization."
[Yes, my lord]
Thus, the Holy Spirit retreated, returned to the depths of Domain of Void, becoming part of that silver sun.
If the Heart of Terra is the main body of the Silver Peak Ether Territory space, then the Holy Spirit will beco the guide of the Domain of Void space, the supre Dao and the path that carries out the Will of Heaven.
But that is a matter for the future, the will within the Aether had glimpsed a corner of the future, thus making this decision.
Such remote and grand matters are set aside for now.
Here is a small story concerning a Mountain People mother and child. (Volu 2, Chapter 69)
At sunset, the light of the setting sun reflected on the waves, like a magnificent fire igniting the sea, burning the entire sky and earth into a vast orange-red.
The sunless firmant gradually changes in color, from teal to slate blue, from slate blue to dark blue, and then the light of the twin moons rises behind the Bison Mountain Range, mingling with the sunset glow.
A twelve or thirteen-year-old boy walks on the way ho, the sunset gradually descending, sinking into the sea, the afterglow fading, moonlight rising, the street enveloped in dimness, but the streetlights shine bright, another cycle of light’s tide.
The boy wears a faint smile on his face, with silver-white hair and blue eyes, clear like gemstones, but his smile quickly fades because ahead on the street, there is a woman holding a child, waiting under the shade of a tree.
In Harrison Port, under the trees lining the streets, there are occasionally rows of seats, left for passersby to rest or admire the distant sea view, but the anxious look in the woman’s eyes showed she had no desire for any tranquil beauty.
She seed travel-worn, her clothes sowhat old, an expression full of worry, while on the other side, a younger child held a lollipop in their hand.
"Why hasn’t he co back yet?" she muttered softly to herself: "Did sothing happen? The school didn’t notify ..."
Amidst her anxiety, she looked up and finally saw her child, surprise instantly filling her eyes.
"Mom—"
Before the boy could finish speaking, the woman ca running quickly, tightly hugging her child: "Why are you only now getting back...where did you run off to? The school said they had no idea where you were, even your classmates didn’t know...do you even consider your family at all?"
Growing ever more upset, a mix of fear of loss, anxious fury, and a despair that could descent into the abyss gnawed at her heart, the mother loosened her grip, her lips trembling as she raised her hand, seeming as if she might give her child a slap.
The boy opened his mouth slightly, wanting to explain that he had been taken to a confidential location by a few ntors for questioning and comndation — but before he could open his mouth, he frustratedly realized, it truly was his fault for being too excited, forgetting to tell his mom about it.
Mother waited with brother for two hours, she’s so tense and scared, it’s all because of .
— I deserve this.
The boy bowed his head, ready to accept this punishnt, but in the end, there was only a cool, because clenched too tightly, damp hand that touched his cheek, stroking his face: "It’s all right...it’s all right...just rember, next ti, whatever it is, tell mom beforehand, don’t make mom worry, okay?"
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