Chapter 217 The Essence of God: God did not act immediately...
The god of prayer did not come to Sang Zhitao immediately; instead, he hesitated for a while before slowly moving over.
When the other person was less than half a meter away from her, Sang Zhitao suddenly let go of Jinmai's hand and rushed forward.
"Watch out!" Jinmai exclaimed in fright and quickly grabbed her waist.
May God be startled by her movements, and quickly move forward a few steps to support her.
Sang Zhitao kicked Jinmai twice without a care, and Jinmai had no choice but to let go, while she buried her head in the arms of the God of Wishes.
May God hold her stiffly, feeling as if he were holding a cotton bomb, both soft and terrifying.
Sang Zhitao stood up forcefully on the god of wishes, then sniffed his neck.
“As expected…” Sang Zhitao leaned back slightly, “Your aura is off.”
May God be startled by her movement and freeze in place.
Fu Guanshi, however, could no longer restrain himself and went directly to Yuan Shen, pulling Sang Zhi Tao into his arms.
But God subconsciously wanted to stop him, but then seemed to think of something and let go.
No one noticed that his hand, which he had slightly lowered, was clenched into a fist at his side, and that his usually indifferent eyes now held a hint of fluctuating emotions.
Sang Zhitao felt Fu Guanshi's trembling arm and knew what she was afraid of, so she quickly patted her arm to comfort her.
"Are you the Heavenly Dao of this world? Why do you consider yourself a god of wishes?" Sang Zhitao's words were like a thunderclap in the silent conference room, leaving everyone's faces filled with incomprehension and astonishment.
"What?! He is the Heavenly Dao?! How is that possible!" The most excited was naturally Su He, who was the Celestial Master.
According to the records of the Celestial Masters clan, the Heavenly Dao is an existence like an AI, managing all the rules of this world and eliminating bugs. The Celestial Masters clan is responsible for this elimination.
Therefore, in Suhe's mind, the Heavenly Dao should be a fair and calm existence, not the evil god in front of her who disregards life, devours life, and accepts blood offerings.
This incident almost shattered Suhe's long-held beliefs, causing her to subconsciously turn to look at her husband, hoping to find some emotional comfort in his eyes.
Jinmai did not disappoint her. He gently embraced his wife and kissed her forehead: "Take it slow, listen to what she has to say. Don't be afraid, I'm here for you."
It took Suhe a long time to calm down, and her pale face slowly regained its color.
Sang Zhitao didn't press the God of Wishes for an answer. She looked at Suhe with some concern, for she had seen people whose faith had collapsed before.
And all of those people were driven to the brink of collapse, to the point of madness.
She didn't want Suhe to become like that. After all, she was the current Celestial Master. Even if she couldn't communicate with the Heavenly Dao like her predecessors, she could still protect her country with her own fortune-telling abilities.
If such a highly capable person were to encounter problems because of this, it would be a catastrophic disaster for this country and the world.
After all, this world also belongs to teachers, and she simply cannot accept it if something happens to her.
Seeing that Suhe's emotions had calmed down a lot, she couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
"You...don't you know that you are the Heavenly Dao?" Sang Zhitao looked at the God of Wishes, and seeing the confusion on his face, she frowned and asked.
May God shake his head somewhat hesitantly.
Sang Zhitao patted the hand of the person supporting the coffin: "Carry me over there."
Fu Guanshi looked down at the distance she had managed to create while no one was paying attention, silently resisting it.
"It's alright, he won't lay a hand on me," Sang Zhitao said with a reassuring smile.
Looking at that innocent smiling face, Fu Guanshi pursed his lips and, after a long while, reluctantly placed her in the arms of the God of Wishes.
Sang Zhitao looked at the god of wishes and frowned: "Lower your head."
Upon hearing this, God did not hesitate to bring his head close to Sang Zhitao.
Sang Zhitao pulled the jade pendant out of her body and quickly patted it onto the forehead of the God of Wishes.
The god was startled and took a few steps back, but still held Sang Zhitao firmly in his arms.
The moment the green jade pendant came into contact with the deity, its green hue was tinged with a warm white, like that of jade.
"As expected!" Sang Zhitao reached out and took the jade pendant off, putting it back into her body. "You are not the complete Heavenly Dao, only a part of it."
As she spoke, she reached out to the coffin bearer to carry her back.
God's hand tightened involuntarily, his face showing resistance.
But after looking at Fu Guanshi and then at Sang Zhitao, he finally chose to let go.
Sang Zhitao turned and glanced at Su He. Seeing that Su He didn't show much unusual emotion, she continued to ask, "It's strange. How could the Heavenly Dao become a sentient being?"
The Heavenly Dao is different from the World Consciousness. To give an analogy, the Heavenly Dao is like a system that only operates according to a set program. It is responsible for the rules of a world and maintaining the basic operation of a world.
World consciousness is a child born from a world, possessing the power to continue or destroy the world. However, it instinctively loves its own world, but world consciousness cannot access the workings of the Heavenly Dao.
It's like a system that manages the world, and a god who is beyond the system but cannot control it.
Therefore, the system cannot develop intelligence, and the world consciousness that does develop intelligence cannot touch the essence of how the world works.
This kind of world is incomprehensible to those within it, but the Celestial Master, who was once a system assistant, can understand some of it.
So Suhe, who had already realized what was happening, looked at Yuan Shen with the same surprise: "Why is this happening?"
"You don't know? Isn't the Celestial Master able to communicate with the Heavenly Dao?" Sang Zhitao looked at Su He in confusion.
Su He's face showed a hint of embarrassment: "Actually, we haven't been able to communicate with the Heavenly Dao for many years."
Sang Zhitao raised an eyebrow and glanced at the God of Wish: "It must be a problem with the Heavenly Way."
She clapped her hands: "It seems this is where the world crisis lies."
Su He paused, then looked at Sang Zhitao with a puzzled expression: "Are you sure?"
Sang Zhitao couldn't help but roll her eyes at her: "I really can't think of anything more of a global crisis than a problem with the Heavenly Dao."
After saying that, she looked at the God of Wish who was standing there dumbfounded, and a troubled expression appeared on her face: "You... how are you going to return to the Heavenly Path?"
May God shake his head helplessly.
Sang Zhitao clicked her tongue: "We can't mend the sky again, can we?"
Before the others could react, a deep glint flashed in the eyes of the God of Wish, and his fingertips trembled slightly at his side.
"Perhaps there are other ways? And we haven't yet found the reason why the Heavenly Dao would give birth to sentience." Su He sighed, walked towards them, and said softly.
Sang Zhitao stared intently at the god of wishes for a long while before finally speaking: "Let me smell it again."
May God approach her without hesitation, exposing his fair neck to her without any wariness.
Sang Zhitao sniffed his neck repeatedly for a long time before saying hesitantly, "Why do I feel like you have a familiar scent?"
Before the deity could react, she summoned the jade pendant from her body again: "Go and take a look."
With a wave of her hand, the jade pendant floated to the God of Wishes, circled him several times, and finally stopped at the location of his heart.
The green light on the jade pendant flickered continuously, as if it were breathing.
At that moment, it was as if night had fallen instantly outside the window. Apart from the faint sight of dark red blood on the glass, the entire conference room was shrouded in darkness.
The jade pendant's green light was like a dazzling gem in the night sky, captivating everyone's attention.
No one paid attention to the darkness outside, nor to the darkness in the conference room; they were all focused on this fantastical scene.
At that moment, a faint light suddenly appeared at the heart of the God of Wish.
Then slowly, a small jade fragment emerged from the location of his heart.
The jade fragments drifted slowly toward the jade pendant and were then absorbed by it.
And several new memories were instantly added to Sang Zhitao's memory.
One scene features a familiar woman with white hair and white eyes, dressed in white, with fair skin, telling her how to assist the world's life and allow it to live long enough.
One part is about a woman who takes her into the mortal world, where she enlightens some people and gives them the ability to tell fortunes.
The final paragraph, however, is about the woman saying goodbye.
"You have many wonderful teachers and friends who will be there for you for a long time. I won't go; my world needs me. I will stay with her and walk alongside her forever. In the future, I'll be waiting for you to help me through this crisis..."
"Peach?" Suhe couldn't help but call out softly when she saw her in a daze.
Sang Zhitao snapped out of her reverie, looked deeply at the God of Wishes, and sighed softly: "Have you ever seen World Consciousness?"
May God shake his head.
Looking at the jade pendant in her hand, Sang Zhitao felt a sense of control over the world. She closed her eyes and sighed heavily, "It seems she didn't last until I came to help her."
A heavy sadness surrounded her, making Suhe and the others reluctant to speak, for fear of disturbing her.
Sang Zhitao didn't dwell on her grief for long. She quickly composed herself and looked at the God of Wishes: "You have two paths: severance and fusion."
“Severing, as the name suggests, is to peel away the part of the Heavenly Dao from your body. The consequence may be that you disappear, but more likely you will become a mortal.”
"Integration is similar to Nuwa patching up the sky; your consciousness will be erased, and everything about you in the world will disappear."
May God gently raise his hand, and the black sleeve be slowly pulled up.
Sang Zhitao fell silent for a moment.
Those hands, which were originally so pale they were devoid of any color, now seemed almost translucent.
She suddenly looked up at the God of Wishes, then at the jade pendant: "You...you actually have a part of you that is based on a fragment of the world?"
May God nod slightly.
Sang Zhitao frowned deeply: "So that means you'll disappear soon?"
"The world's crisis was resolved so easily...?"
As they spoke, the hand of the god of peace became increasingly transparent, and at this point, one could even see through his face to the wall behind him…
But Sang Zhitao felt that there was something she had forgotten.
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