Shandala system.
The stars are shining brightly, and the satellites are orbiting like gems inlaid in the dark sky.
After the inspiring motivational speech, High Priest Rimuru was still restless for a long time. He walked through the bustling crowd that bowed their heads in respect to him, entered the elevator, and in a flash, returned to his private territory.
His residence is magnificent, covering an area of nearly ten thousand square meters. The door is made of mechanical plants and is engraved with the ancient Shandala life rune.
It seems to contain some strange meaning.
The layout of the room is contrary to the traditional architecture of Shandala. This building incorporates the classical charm of Diyuanxing.
The tall doorposts are carved with mythical beasts, making them look solemn and mysterious.
Inside, Chinese screens exquisitely divide the space, and each screen is painted with a landscape painting, making people feel as if they are there.
The room is decorated with various Chinese elements, from classical furniture to tapestries, each piece is a carefully selected work of art.
The bronze products reflect a soft light, and the animal face patterns on the sculptures are lifelike.
What is even more eye-catching is that the walls of the room are cleverly integrated with gilding techniques. The walls, ceiling and even the floor are all shining with golden luster, showing the owner's extraordinary taste and power.
But in the center of the room stood a huge stone tablet of bizarre shape, its surface engraved with complex patterns, like a map of a galaxy, or the display of an unknown communication device.
In this luxurious space, High Priest Rimuru only occupied ten square meters.
But his heart was filled with endless worries and fears. He was afraid that enjoying the 10,000 square meter house would mean he would be burdened with heavy sins.
High Priest Rimuru appears to be the great leader of the Shandala Life Sect, but in fact he knows that he is just a forgotten man. In order to survive, he has to take on the responsibility of the high priest of the temple. He feels deeply helpless and panic about his identity.
Shame and fear swirled in his chest like a vortex. He was afraid that the Shandala believers who looked up to him would suddenly realize his deception one day.
This golden residence provided a brief sense of security and warmth, but it also constantly reminded him that his present was built on lies.
In the luxurious surroundings, he felt insignificant, like an ant. It was not so much that he was afraid to enjoy himself, but rather a cruel punishment for himself.
He seemed to feel unworthy of such a luxurious residence.
Although every word he said was regarded as an oracle by people, to him, it was a lie told against his conscience to deceive the people of Shandala.
In fact, when he preached to the temple believers, his heart was torn by huge contradictions and guilt.
Lies brought him power and also gave the people of Shandala faith support.
As long as he was the high priest, every word he said was regarded as a revelation from the God of Life.
In the Shandala galaxy, what matters is not what he says, but his identity.
Therefore, although he is an extremely noble existence in the eyes of the Shandala people and the spokesperson appointed by the God of Life.
Then, at this moment in this small space, he is his true self.
Although the ten-square-meter space was simple and small without too much decoration, he could forget the role he played.
He was just an ordinary remnant, a person who had to accept the identity of the high priest of the temple in order to survive.
"I really... don't deserve it."
High Priest Rimuru curled up on his small bed, staring blankly at the huge stone tablet in the center. The battlefield was a thousand square meters and had a "crystal" tower structure.
His eyes gradually became blurred, as if he had returned to an unknown ancient era.
He stared at the mysterious symbols on the giant stone tablet, and memories emerged in his mind, like an unspeakable dream. He tried hard to uncover the mystery, but every time he looked back, he felt more confused.
He often heard his parents talk about "Ancestral Star", "Star Alliance" and "Da Shang", and these words aroused a strong curiosity in his heart.
He wondered what kind of planet Zuxing was and what secrets and stories it contained.
Rimuru once asked his parents about the appearance of his ancestral planet, and they described it as a beautiful blue planet located third from the star system.
Such a description made him feel extremely yearning and confused, because he was born in this distant galaxy and did not have much impression of his home planet.
"Is there life on the ancestral planet?"
Young Rimuru asked his parents.
"On that planet, there exist life forms called humans, just like you and me."
A hint of curiosity flashed in the young Rimuru's eyes, and he couldn't help but ask, "Are we like this? So I'm a life form called a human. No wonder I grew up differently from Sankaka and the others."
"So what is life like for humans on the ancestral planet?"
The parents smiled and replied, "They live in a society similar to the Shandala system, but there are many differences."
"They have their own culture, traditions and values. They are similar to us but have a unique way of life."
Young Rimuru couldn't help but be amazed and curious: "So, do they also believe in the God of Life like the people of Shandala?"
After a moment's thought, the parents replied, "Perhaps they are somewhat similar, but they may also be completely different, because humans on different planets differ due to their environment and history."
"Take the people of one region of the ancestral star as an example. Many gods are ordained by the people. For them, they trust whichever god can help them."
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