Whether there is a paradise above the clouds, no one can say for sure, but the Heaven on Earth stands before everyone's eyes.
Eastern District, Central City. Under the afternoon sun, marble spires glisten brightly, as dazzling as crystals. Specks of light converge as if transforming into stars under the blazing sun.
One imposing Holy Hall after another stands proudly on the earth. Underneath nurous extravagant decorations, each appears solemn and dignified, each is crafted with exceptional ingenuity, beautiful in its own unique way.
Around hundreds of colossal Holy Halls, several unfinished ones are under construction. Even at the foundation and columns, the devotees ticulously wipe them clean…
When the bell tolls, prayers resound in every Holy Hall, and hymns of praise fill the air. Even at every street and corner, at the ti of praise, passers-by sincerely kneel toward the Central District, toward the Sky City, offering their prayers.
Praise the gods for bestowing upon a new life, praise the gods for creating such a peaceful world, praise the gods for granting eternal life…
On each distinctly different face, the sa piety is etched.
Why wouldn't you believe?
Why wouldn't you praise?!
Brothers and sisters, are we not precisely residing in the realm of God at this very mont? Have you not felt the love and rcy of the Holy God from the gentle sunshine and tender moonlight? Is not the life you and I have at this mont all granted by that supre and magnificent deity?
So praise, so pray, eternally toward Him. Only this way can we repay this loving rebirth. Only this way can humble mortals draw closer to the sacred thrones…
This is what Heaven truly ans!
"How wonderful."
Ji Jue stands in the street, staring at everything before him, offering heartfelt admiration.
Like a puppet manipulating countless tools, forcing them to offer everything for him, even their self and soul. Even if it's ruthless exploitation, it's rely regarded as the beloved favor of the gods, thanked with tears…
Why had I never thought of such an ingenious approach before?
Could it be that my underground assembly line has taken a wrong turn?
Learning, learning, need to learn more… It will surely be useful for Coastal Industry!
Sohow, Yan Fei, following Ji Jue like a retinue, paused subconsciously, feeling a chill, but when he looked up at Ji Jue, all he saw was a familiar smile.
An illusion, perhaps.
He shook his head, dispelling the recent thoughts, then strived to maintain a composed expression, eyes downcast, like any humble pilgrim.
Just by standing on the ground near the Holy Hall, it's already close to… throwing up!
As much as he admired and worshiped all this before, now he resents and loathes it.
Soday, Yan Fei, soday.
You must turn all these things into ashes!
Even if teeth are crushed, nails worn down, hands flattened, blood drained…
Bang!
Soone suddenly patted his shoulder, causing his gradually fierce expression to twitch, waking him from the dream.
It was Ji Jue.
"Care for so candy?"
Ji Jue opened his palm, revealing so sugar cubes extracted from malt.
Yan Fei instinctively shook his head, wanting to refuse, but the sugar cubes were pushed into his hand.
"Eat up, kids should eat candy, the sweetness can dilute so of the bitterness in the mouth."
Ji Jue tossed a piece into his own mouth, speaking calmly, "If you feel pain, eat candy, Yan Fei, no matter how tortured and hopeless, as long as you can still taste sweetness, it ans they haven't taken everything from you."
Yan Fei remained silent, holding the candy in his hand for a long ti, then stuffed the broken pieces into his mouth, bowed his head, and followed.
Honestly, even the harshest critic, seeing such a city and scene, might find it difficult to utter any words of criticism, right?
Everyone is affectionate, everyone loves each other, the streets are filled with a gentle atmosphere, with no quarrels or hatred. Although the store goods are not plentiful, they are inexpensive. You need not work tirelessly to carve out a living, nor struggle to the death to gain higher status.
Here, even a common person need not worry about hunger nor worry about the future.
Pray, just pray.
Everyone able to co here signifies that they are indeed the most devout believers. Continue to prove your devoutness, and you can attain lasting peace.
Except for those who clearly understand the details of this pipe dream, every soul involved here is happy, spending each day ignorantly and serenely.
For many of them, they believe they already died in the plague of souls, the opportunity for a second life was purely a gift from the gods.
Then what reason is there not to believe?
Even if those who don't believe are treated so cruelly, isn't it rightful? If they receive God's favor and are reborn, but respond to the gods with hypocrisy, or even ambitiously dare to blasphe the Holy God… truly a cri deserving of death!
Piety, focus, smile, happiness.
Continue piety, continue focus, continue smile, continue happiness.
So much so… that the people within have not realized how long their expressions have remained unchanged, and whether anything other than that smile could still appear upon the hollow face bearing nothing else.
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