The gaze of the God of Light fell upon this little fairy as if bestowing a favor.
Although His golden eyes remained calm and undisturbed, He was generally satisfied.
Everything is proceeding according to His will.
"Next..."
Suddenly, the God of Light raised his right hand and lightly touched Michael's brow with his fingertips. His lips seemed to be making a sound, or perhaps they hadn't moved at all.
"There's one more thing..."
The ethereal voice drifted through the hall, and in an instant, the message that the God of Light wanted to convey surged toward Michael like a tidal wave from His fingertips.
It seemed like a long time had passed, but in reality it was only a moment.
When Michael finished receiving all the information and opened his eyes again, his eyes, which were originally as blue as the sky, suddenly turned into a golden color.
“Raise your head.”
The ethereal voice rang in Michael's ears again, and he obediently raised his head.
However, all he did was raise his head.
Michael dared not look directly at the Father.
Even though he knew perfectly well that even if he raised his eyes, he would not be able to see the true face of the Father God, he still obediently lowered his eyelids, not daring to offend in the slightest.
Fortunately, it's not in the way.
Those radiant eyes, which were no different from His own, were still seen by the God of Light.
Seemingly quite pleased with his masterpiece, He nodded almost imperceptibly, a rare occurrence, and said, "Go."
"Yes," Michael replied respectfully.
The lingering sound still drifted through the empty hall when, in an instant, the little fairy in his hand vanished.
"brush--"
The wings that had been tucked neatly to either side of the butterfly-shaped bone unfolded in an instant.
Sunlight streamed down generously from the openwork ceiling of the main hall, casting a soft and holy glow on the white wings.
Michael gently flapped his wings, and then, as a gentle breeze swept over him, his slender figure slowly rose into the air.
He did not choose to leave immediately, but continued to gently flap his wings to maintain his balance in mid-air.
Michael lowered his gaze slightly, still fixed with reverence on the God of Light who sat enthroned on the throne.
With his right fist lightly placed on his left chest, he respectfully bowed to his father god, bid farewell, and then reluctantly and quickly flapped his wings.
The white figure suddenly transformed into a shooting star and shot straight into the sky above, disappearing completely before the eyes of the many angels in an instant.
Following the direction Michael had left, the God of Light raised his head, his calm, water-like eyes gazing quietly at the top of the hall.
The dazzling sunlight took the opportunity to shine brightly, but it had no effect on the gods whatsoever.
The god's gaze remained fixed, intently fixed on the small patch of sky above.
A clear blue sky with no wind, no rain, and no clouds.
As always...
After a long while, the God of Light seemed to have finally grown tired of looking at that small patch of sky. He tilted his head back slightly and closed his golden eyes.
The moment they closed their eyes, the angels who had been kneeling silently throughout the entire hall suddenly began to move in unison.
Although they tried to get up quietly, the rustling sound of fabric still rang out.
Fortunately, the rustling sound soon disappeared.
The numerous angels, like a file, silently and quickly retreated from the hall.
The little angels had barely stepped out of the main hall when they excitedly flapped their wings and flew into the air.
"That's great! That's great!"
"Father God is still awake!!"
Several little angels flying around in the air cheered one after another, and suddenly a small horn appeared in their hands, which they blew loudly.
A cheerful melody suddenly rang in their ears, startling the adult angels. They immediately wiped the smiles off their faces and hurriedly tried to stop it.
"Quiet, quiet! Father God is taking a nap, don't wake him!"
Some angels immediately issued stern warnings without hesitation, while others made shushing gestures to the little angels. Still others, many of the adult angels, slightly flapped their wings, as if to grab the little angels.
However, before the adult angels could take flight, the little angels, realizing their mistake, showed a panicked expression. Without hesitation, they waved their little hands and immediately put away the little horns that had been making noise.
The little wings behind them fluttered slowly twice more, and the noisy little angels all landed on their feet, covering their mouths with their hands as if to make amends. They blinked their cute eyes obediently at the other angels, as if to say that they knew they were wrong.
Adult Angels: ······
In an instant, he couldn't bring himself to say any words of blame.
The adult angels couldn't help but look at each other, each seeing the helplessness they felt towards the little angels in each other's eyes!
There was simply no way to deal with these naughty little angels. In the end, the adult angels could only helplessly pat the little angels on the head and give up.
Well, Father God has always been very loving towards the little angels, so I suppose he won't blame us...
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Time seemed to stand still in this barren land.
The bright moon hung high in the sky, its pure light illuminating the land. The arid, barren land, its exposed yellowish-brown sands, seemed unchanged as far as the eye could see.
Suddenly, a night breeze blew in from somewhere, gently caressing the vast land, and the scattered shadows swayed indistinctly in the breeze.
Even without a close look, Jade knows that these are tender shoots that have just emerged from the soil in the last two days, swaying in the wind.
Feeling the increasingly vibrant life force around her, she sat on the thick trunk of the Tree of Life and couldn't help but swing her legs in a good mood.
There's nothing we can do about it; it's just human nature.
As an elf, she loved places brimming with life, inside and out.
Moreover, the stronger the better!
The stronger the life force, the better her mood!
Therefore, it is conceivable how much she must have loathed the barren lands, apart from the Tree of Life, with their dryness, desolation, and deathly atmosphere!
Hmm—
She disliked Xu Ling partly because of this.
Emerald closed her eyes and took a deep breath, continuing to swing her legs with undisguised pleasure. Just then, a gentle breeze brushed against her face, ruffling a few unruly strands of hair.
A slight itch appeared on her face, but she casually tucked a few strands of hair behind her ear. The annoying words began to ring in her ears for what seemed like the umpteenth time.
[I said! Are you even listening to me?! I said I'd help Lingling, and it's been so long, why haven't you done anything about it?!]
[Ugh! Are you trying to break your promise?!]
The more she talked, the angrier she became. Before she knew it, under the cover of night, the resilient branches of the Tree of Life had silently and menacingly raised up behind the emerald.
"call out--"
A whooshing sound came, and a fleeting afterimage flashed by. The branches of the Tree of Life struck without hesitation at that slender, unsuspecting figure.
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