All the little angels looked up at the roof, staring at it for a long time, motionless.
Occasionally, an angel kneeling to the side would notice the little angel's actions, but would only smile knowingly and make no further moves before respectfully bowing his head again.
They've all been through that age, so they naturally understand what the little angel wants to do.
Of course, just like they had done before, these little angels' plans also fell through.
The little angels thought it was because the exquisite murals were too eye-catching, but that wasn't the case.
No one is allowed to look upon the face of God!
Even angels favored by the God of Light cannot see the true face of the God of Light without divine decree.
When they are young, they may not understand why, and may only think that they are not concentrating. But when they grow up, the angels will naturally know where the problem lies.
This can be said to be the inevitable path for every little angel.
The main hall remained quiet as usual. After a long while, as if even time itself was about to stand still, a barely audible whooshing sound suddenly rang out.
"Pop—"
It was as if the air had paused for a fleeting moment, but this barely perceptible instant immediately drew the attention of all the angels in the hall.
Almost instantly, the angels raised their heads and turned their gazes toward the open doors of the hall.
In an instant, a snow-white figure flashed past them, rushing straight toward the enormous throne without slowing down at all.
All the angels remained kneeling respectfully on the ground, and apart from turning their gaze to their Father God, not one of them made any rash move because of the sudden intrusion of this figure.
"Father God!"
Suddenly, a respectful shout rang out in the main hall.
This sound was like a signal, and immediately the other angels followed suit, respectfully calling out in unison, "Father God!"
A respectful voice echoed throughout the hall, as if responding to the call of the angels. The next second, the enormous throne began to shrink without warning.
In an instant, the throne transformed into a size almost identical to that of a normal angel, and at the same time, the towering and majestic God of Light also changed his form, becoming about the same size as an ordinary angel.
"Father God."
At that moment, the snow-white figure that had burst in knelt on one knee before the throne.
The pure white wings instantly folded back obediently, nestled close to the sides of the shoulder blades, and Michael lowered his head devoutly, his deep blue eyes also drooping obediently.
Even though his head was bowed and his expression was completely obscured, Michael's downcast gaze remained incredibly devout.
As he moved, his long, white hair cascaded down, scattering across the ground. A few disobedient strands even drifted down onto the God of Light's smooth instep.
It must be said that Michael was God's most beloved child. Not only was he exquisitely handsome, but even the strands of his hair seemed to exude a charm that no other angel could match.
The sunlight fell squarely, but when it landed on Michael's long, white hair, it instantly made it shine, like a shimmering lake.
Fortunately, for us angels, such beauty might be a little amazing if we catch a glimpse of it by chance, but for most of us, it's just commonplace and nothing to be surprised about.
—The angels are all exquisitely beautiful, and to exaggerate a bit, none of them are even ordinary-looking!
Therefore, at this moment, none of the kneeling angels spared a glance at them, not even the youngest angels.
All eyes, filled with reverence and admiration, fell upon the throne.
The situation has not changed at all.
The face of God remains unseen!
Therefore, no matter how devout and ardent the angels' gaze was, their true faces, hidden behind the haze as if veiled, were never revealed.
But even so, it was enough to excite all the angels in the hall!
After all, it had been a very, very long time since the Father God had been so lucid!
However, despite their excitement, the angels suppressed their emotions and did not show them outwardly.
This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to see God the Father, and no angel wants to disturb God the Father or displease Him because of their excitement.
As a result, the entire hall remained as quiet as ever, so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.
In this almost silent atmosphere, at a certain moment, all the angels in the hall seemed to sense something, and their eyes, which were fixed on the throne, suddenly flashed with a burning light.
No one saw it, but everyone felt it: their Father God, after a long period of time, finally opened his eyes and awoke completely from his slumber.
Beyond the impenetrable white expanse, the eyelids of the God of Light trembled slightly. In an instant, his eyelids lifted, revealing a pair of golden eyes that rivaled the light itself.
Those were indeed the eyes of God, devoid of emotion and desire, compassionate and merciful. He seemed to love the world, yet also seemed not to love it at all.
"She's here?"
A faint, ethereal voice arose without warning, pouring indiscriminately into the ears of the kneeling angels from all directions.
Not one angel missed the words of their Father, but all the angels bowed their heads respectfully and did not respond.
Except for Michael, who was kneeling at the feet of the God of Light at that moment.
“Yes, Father God,” he replied respectfully.
Upon hearing the answer he wanted, the God of Light remained unmoved, yet couldn't help but utter a word of praise: "Very good."
His expression was exactly the same as His, and the tone of God's voice was like a calm lake, seemingly without the slightest ripple.
Nevertheless, Michael personally experienced the satisfaction of the God of Light.
His heart leaped with joy at the praise from his father, but his face, like his father's, remained perfectly calm, showing no sign of happiness.
“Father God,” Michael calmly raised his hands together and presented them to the God of Light, “little fairy.”
As soon as he finished speaking, a bright light suddenly flashed between his previously empty hands.
The next second, a small, black-haired fairy was lying on Michael's hands.
At this moment, the little fairy was sleeping soundly with her eyes closed, her chest rising and falling gently. Clearly, she was deeply immersed in the beautiful dream created by Michael and showed no intention of waking up.
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