Chapter 370
"It's golden!"
"No saint has ever been pure gold when bestowing blessings. Even the most renowned saintess of five hundred years ago, Saintess Celia, was only white with a little bit of gold!"
"But that was enough to make the believers at the time revel for her!"
Almost everyone on the continent of Aolai knows that when believers bestow blessings, only a white light shines through.
Gold, on the other hand, represents the power of the gods.
Even the God of Light is only white gold, so why does Saintess Cynthia possess the golden color of blessing?
They couldn't understand it; they felt like their hearts were about to explode!
They witnessed...
The birth of a god!?
Even the God of Light in the statue had a hint of doubt in his golden eyes.
What humanity doesn't know is that faith can also be golden.
When the gods bestow blessings, what they receive in return is humanity's devout faith.
Even He is only platinum, so why is she gold?
She hasn't left the temple for two years, so why does she have so much faith?
Ling Wu withdrew her hand.
This was only the beginning of shaking His existence.
However, once back in the temple, she still had to dispel His suspicions.
Of course, it would be even better if He could come up with a suitable reason on His own.
The warm blessings slowly receded like the tide, and only then did the head of the Fox family realize where he was.
Her eyes gradually filled with devotion.
"Thank you, Your Holiness, for personally blessing your humble and devout believers."
As soon as she heard those words, Lingwu could feel the immense faith emanating from the head of the Fox family.
A smile played on her lips as she nodded slightly.
As the God of Light continued to ponder, Lingwu had already blessed the ninth person.
The ninth person was the young lady who was ranked ahead of Celia.
Dinah Catherine discarded the ornate fan in her hand, knelt down, bent over, and looked up at Ling Wu in a prostrate posture.
Bathed in golden light, she saw those amber eyes.
Those eyes were clean and gentle, as if they could forgive all the sins she had committed.
"Your devout follower, Dinah Catherine, will offer you her eternal heart."
Ling Wu responded with a gentle smile.
Nora once said that a saint's smile should be as beautiful and gentle as a pure white camellia, and a saint's back should always be straight, even if there are thorns in front of her.
But now Nora regrets it.
She hopes to dedicate her heart to every believer and to live a happy childhood.
But all of this has lost its meaning.
Nora is now kneeling below.
She suddenly realized that she seemed to have betrayed her faith in the God of Light.
At this moment, only Munashe, Lingwu, and Xiliya remain at the head of the table.
This is the scene of the first appearance of the true saintess, Celia.
Her wheat-colored skin and freckled face complemented each other perfectly. Her large brown eyes were hidden by her eyelashes as she timidly appeared before Ling Wu, holding a dirty little gray dog.
Celia still said those words:
"Can, can you heal Mag? Celia, Celia doesn't need your blessing."
Compared to her former confidence, this time Celia lowered her head, and her voice, barely audible, trembled.
She felt inferior.
Celia thought that the saintess's skin was even whiter than the milk her mother had just squeezed out.
She spent her days running around the pasture, playing with the lambs and calves, and her skin was tanned to a wheat color by the sun.
Her brown curly hair was nowhere near as beautiful as Her Majesty's night-black curly hair.
Not to mention the golden radiance that Her Majesty the Saint displayed when she bestowed her blessing.
Celia felt that Saintess Cynthia was a favorite of the God of Light, while she, like the lady said, was just a little sparrow from a ranch.
"Is its name Marg?" Lingwu asked.
Celia finally came to her senses.
When Lingwu mentioned Mag, the Caucasian, who was not far away, glared at her fiercely.
Celia, who was unusually sensitive to gazes, awkwardly hugged the little gray dog in her arms tighter.
Look, nothing a little sparrow can compare to a pure white camellia.
Even Her Majesty Cynthia's Caucasian form is majestic and sacred, while her Marg is so thin that she can't even open her eyes.
“Yes, yes, it is Mag.” Celia lowered her head again.
"What's your name?" Ling Wu asked, looking at her brown head.
“My name is Celia, and I am…”
The daughter of a milkman at Fox Ranch.
For some reason, Celia didn't say the second half of her sentence this time.
Lingwu paused, looking at Celia who was almost different from the one in her memory.
The timid and self-conscious Celia before me is vastly different from the bright, enthusiastic, and confident Celia who declared, "I am the daughter of a milkmaid at Fox Ranch."
But now is not the time to seek answers.
Ling Wu still wore a smile. "Although today is a blessing ceremony, I think I cannot refuse Celia's request."
The God of Light in the sculpture lowered his eyes and glanced at Celia.
On the one hand, Celia's actions were indeed inappropriate, and on the other hand, He needed to decide whether to remain in the sculpture or return to Mag's body.
At this moment, Lingwu also raised her head and met the gaze of the God of Light.
In the quiet world that only eye contact brings, He will unconditionally grant all the requests of the owner of those amber eyes.
"Cynthia thinks that even the great God of Light cannot refuse, right?"
The answer from the God of Light will determine whether Lingwu can successfully heal Mag.
The platinum-gold light slowly shone down, and the two little girls in the center of the light had vastly different identities.
Undoubtedly, no one would doubt that His promise was given to anyone other than Ling Wu.
He was indeed responding to Ling Wu's question.
He could not refuse her request, not only because of the peace He received from her, but also because of her words, "I hope you, God of Light, can also be happy."
“Hmm,” He replied.
After His voice faded, Lingwu saw several believers who had fainted from excitement, and only then did she realize that His voice had told everyone.
"The God of Light has descended!"
"The God of Light has granted Her Majesty the Holy Maiden's request!"
"Heavens! I think I was right to come from the Western Continent to pray to Her Majesty the Holy Maiden. I... I actually heard a divine response!"
"..."
Celia was stunned by the sound.
She always felt that some memory was emerging from the depths of her mind, but it was so fast that she couldn't grasp it at all.
Finally, amidst this lively and exciting scene, Ling Wu glanced around.
The believers inexplicably felt a sense of oppression. They stopped making noise, shrank back like quails, and suppressed their cries of alarm.
Ling Wu withdrew her gaze and called out to the dazed Celia, "Celia."
Celia did not respond.
“Chilya,” Lingwu said again.
The freckled little girl hugged the little gray dog, her eyes unblinking, and still there was no response.
"Celia?"
This sound finally woke up Celia.
As if forcibly pulled from a sleepwalking state, the freckled girl shuddered, her hand loosened, and the little gray dog with its eyes closed was thrown out.
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