Chapter 390
As the God of Light, He kept His eyes on Lingwu until the pastor asked her a question, at which point He was distracted.
"I will remain steadfastly loyal to him for the rest of my life."
He didn't say it aloud, but He knew that Cynthia, who was holding His hand, must have heard it.
Unfortunately, Ling Wu did not respond.
"Si" lowered her eyes, listening to the newlyweds' "I do," her golden eyes gradually filled with disappointment.
To ignore something means that there is no such intention.
Cynthia.
"Yes, I'm here."
Will you leave me?
Ling Wu answered quickly and decisively: "Yes."
"Sacrifice's" smile gradually turned pale. "When will that be?"
"I don't know, maybe tomorrow, maybe forever, or maybe..." She paused.
"Sacrifice" sensed the panic spreading from the bottom of its heart, and it wanted to reach out and grasp the girl's hand.
But Lingwu was the first to let go of his hand, adding, "Or perhaps now."
She smiled. "Don't worry, I'll be back."
"Where are you going? Can I come with you?" "Si" asked eagerly.
As soon as he uttered those words, he saw the girl before him, her usually bright smile now tinged with disappointment, her amber eyes dimmed.
She said:
You'll find out later.
“Do not forget me.”
Ling Wu raised her hand in a gesture of blessing, "Cynthia blesses you."
After she finished speaking, she smiled at Him and disappeared from the spot.
The palm of "Sacrifice" was empty, and the cool warmth that had followed its owner disappeared without a trace once again.
“Cynthia!” His tone was no longer calm; it even trembled slightly.
Unfortunately, no matter what, He could not find Cynthia to watch the moonrise, observe the tides, and climb to the summit with Him.
The church bells were still ringing, and white petals were scattered all over the ground.
"Sacrifice" seems to have fallen into a world that is not under His control.
He can come and go freely anywhere in the world if He so desires.
But there was no trace of her existence.
Back to St. Louis.
Lingwu has not forgotten Celia's existence.
The freckled little girl who once held a small grey dog named Margot now appears below her, led by the believer.
“Celia,” she called out Celia’s name.
The freckled girl's smile gradually faded, and she nodded cautiously, "Yes, I am Celia."
With just a quick glance, Lingwu could glimpse Celia's past.
Celia followed almost exactly the same trajectory as before, her face beaming with a bright smile, radiating a warm, sun-like aura.
However, he wasn't as confident and poised in front of her as he was in front of the original Cynthia.
Celia kept her head down, not daring to look at her at all.
Lingwu didn't intentionally listen to Celia's thoughts, but Celia's thoughts drifted into her ears.
"—Her Majesty Cynthia, no, the Moon Goddess! She is as gentle and beautiful as ever; she is simply the embodiment of the moon!"
"—She might still remember me, no, she definitely remembers me! The moon goddess just called my name! Oh my god! By the moon goddess! Celia, you must be smart! You absolutely cannot look like a fool!"
"The name 'Moon Goddess' is so far removed from Celia's reality. Does Celia even deserve to be by her side in this lifetime?"
Lingwu felt that even if she said something casually, even if it was a wildly imaginative idea, Celia would still carry it out.
This would also make it easier to change Celia's overly kind personality.
"Celia, do you wish to become my saintess?"
"Is it okay, Celia?" The freckled little girl looked up.
"Of course, but you need to pass the test first."
Lingwu didn't say what the test was or how long it would take, and Celia nodded without thinking.
On the continent of Olay today, divine authority is divided into two factions.
One faction consists of the old believers who worship the God of Light.
One group consists of new believers who worship the moon goddess.
In the confrontation between the old and the new, only one side will ultimately prevail.
Thinking of this, Celia's bright eyes lit up. She was more than willing to work hard for Cynthia, the moon goddess who had once favored her!
During this time, Duke Leon, who was receiving the news for the first time that the moon goddess was Cynthia, was unable to react for three whole days.
His daughter, just as her name "Cynthia" suggests, became the moon goddess.
On the other hand, Tao Ruhua, who looked the most frail, accepted it well.
“Is there anything we can do to help my baby? I haven’t seen her in so long, although I often dream about her.”
Tao Ruhua paused abruptly at this point.
She seemed to be recalling, "But the feeling was so strange, I even felt like it wasn't a dream."
“You know what? I saw my darling sitting on a divine throne. She blessed me and took me to see the legendary Sky City.”
Duke Leon nodded and looked at Tao Ruhua.
"So you went too, right?"
After Tao Ruhua finished asking her question, Duke Leon belatedly nodded and said, "I think that was indeed not a dream."
"My darling also said she's still my daughter. What did she say to you? Did she say she loves me the most?"
The Duke of Leon found it so amusing that what he said next didn't seem so unacceptable.
“Our darling said that the royal family will join forces with the temple in the end to overthrow the rule of the God of Light. I hope you won’t be frightened then, and let me protect you.”
"My baby is indeed the one who cares about his mother the most!" Tao Ruhua extracted only the sentence she needed from this passage.
Like stars rushing across rivers and lakes, like the passing of days and months.
In four years, the name of the Moon Goddess has been deeply imprinted in everyone's hearts.
When many followers of the God of Light received no response from the deity, they began to turn to the Goddess of the Moon.
Ling Wu doesn't respond to everyone, but every response she makes is something countless people yearn for.
The sudden transformation from daytime to star-studded night has been an unprecedented shock to humankind.
Unlike the God of Light, whose deeds are only known in ancient texts, the Moon Goddess is witnessed by people today.
Two factions, each adhering to different deities, were locked in a power struggle:
[Old Believers]: "It is the great God of Light who created us! We should be grateful to our Creator, not betrayers who have turned away from our Creator!"
[New Believer]: "It was the great Moon Goddess who saved the Western Continent from the calamity! Without her, the other continents would have been conquered by calamity sooner or later! During this time, your God of Light didn't even show his face once!"
[Former Believer]: "Did Cynthia do justice to the great God of Light? The God of Light favored her so much, and all the devout believers on the continent of Olay obeyed the God of Light's oracle, respecting and worshipping her! Yet she betrayed her god! You who associate with traitors are no good people either!"
[New Believer]: "Yes, we weren't good people before, even under the protection of the God of Light. It was only later, under the influence of the Moon Goddess, that we became good people! Now you can tell who's good and who's bad, right?"
The older believer was so angry that his hand trembled as he pointed at the new believers. "You! You're just making excuses! You're talking nonsense!"
Such examples are countless.
As the God of Light never appeared, new believers gradually surpassed the old believers.
In an era where faith is not pure, such a situation is perfectly normal.
At the same time, the Holy Cross in Ling Wu's palm was slightly warm.
This was also the last time Lingwu would enter the dream of "Sacrifice".
In the dreams of the gods.
Lingwu's fingertips traced the calm spring water before she finally looked up at the "Sacrifice" seated high on the divine throne.
Since her arrival, the golden eyes of the deity at the head of the table have shone with warmth.
“This is the last time, definitely…”
"Never forget Cynthia."
Before the "sacrifice" seated at the head of the table could respond, the entire dream collapsed and the world crumbled.
Like a shattered mirror, it fell piece by piece!
The girl sitting by the spring, stirring the ripples with her fingers, is also about to be taken away by the shattered world and turned to dust before His eyes.
This time, "Sacrifice" could not maintain his indifferent demeanor; his tension was clearly visible.
But He was always a step behind, just as He could never stop Cynthia from leaving.
His hands, which tried to embrace the girl, ultimately grasped only a holy cross.
“Cynthia!” His calm was gone, replaced by trembling.
The girl's voice rang in my ears for the last time: "Cynthia blesses you."
“‘Sacrifice,’ my name is Cynthia.”
"Don't forget me."
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