After the prayer, the Pope left Wen Liyu with a kind smile on his face. "My child, there's no need to panic about what happened today. Go back to your room and transform the Father's blessing into your own strength."
"You can pause your prayers for the next few days. Just pray in your room. Be sure to receive all of the Father's blessings. May you always be blessed by the Father."
"Yes, Your Holiness." Wen Liyu gracefully bent her knees and gave a graceful blessing to the kind and gentle Pope. "I will pray diligently for the Father in my room. May God bless you."
"Go." The Pope nodded with satisfaction, watching the saint he raised leave. A hint of pride and complacency flashed in his eyes as he looked at her back.
One month later, the ceremony to select the candidate pope will be held to decide the next successor to the pope.
It was a good thing that the child he had raised was favored by the Father God. As long as she could be chosen by the Father God, the position of their Central Church would be more stable.
Wen Liyu strolled back to her room, sat on the table, and looked at the wooden statue in front of her. "Father God, was that you just now?"
She waited for a while but got no response, so she held the statue in one hand and curled her fingers with the other, intending to give it a head-bump as well.
Before Wen Liyu's fingers touched it, a warm beam of light hit her forehead.
“Ouch…” She put down the statue and covered her slightly red forehead, “It really is the Father God.”
The God of Light stood behind her, a smile flashing in his calm eyes. He controlled the statue and touched her hand. His voice was cold and serious, "You are not allowed to defile the statue."
"I'm not desecrating it. I'm just expressing my love for Father God." Wen Liyu's eyelashes trembled slightly, and her eyes playfully circled around the statue. "Father God, are you in the statue?"
“…Yes.” The God of Light didn’t know what she was going to do, so he thought about it and admitted it.
Although his avatar was beside her, there was indeed a clone of him in the statue, so it wasn't a lie.
"Then why didn't the Father God respond to me even though I held him in my hands before?" Wen Liyu lowered her head slightly, looking very aggrieved.
“…” The God of Light did not answer, he also felt strange.
Although she still had the power of light bestowed upon her in the past, he had no impression of her in the past.
Wen Liyu didn't hear any response and thought he had left, so she stretched, walked to the basin and used water control magic on it.
After trying three times in a row, there was still no effect. She pouted angrily and said, "What..."
She was hit on the head twice. With so much light power, how could she not even be able to use water control?!
"What are you doing?" The God of Light looked at her with a puzzled expression.
"Father God, why can't I use my power?" Wen Liyu didn't know where he was and could only look at the water with grievance. "Water control is obviously a very simple technique, but I can't use it."
The God of Light paused, looked at her strangely, and said in a light tone, "Repeat after me, my dearest..."
Wen Liyu followed him and stumbled over a long string of spells.
The next second, a large, bright but not dazzling white magic circle appeared above the Vatican. The magical power of light slowly fell like snowflakes, or like stars in the night sky falling to the earth, warm and beautiful.
The warm snowflakes enter everyone who touches them and remove all the impurities and illnesses from that person's body.
Everyone was shocked by this scene. Those who saw it put down their work and rushed to the vicinity of the Vatican.
"My eyesight has returned!"
"Me! My scars are healing too!"
“Oh my god, I’m turning white!!”
Everyone was amazed, and Wen Liyu walked to the French window, looked at the scene in front of her, and opened her mouth in surprise, "Is this the magic circle I released?!"
"Yes, top-level healing magic." The God of Light was not surprised at all. His gaze remained on her, not giving any of it to the believers outside. "You only have pure light power in your body now, so you can only use magic of light attributes."
"Huh? No wonder I can't use water control."
"My child, are you there?" The Pope's voice sounded outside the door.
Wen Liyu quickly put on her black robe and opened the door, "Your Holiness."
"It was you who cast the healing magic in the sky, right?" The Pope was so anxious for the first time that he even forgot to say the usual opening remarks like "May God bless you."
"...Yes." Wen Liyu hesitated for a moment, but still did not lie, "Father God taught me."
The Pope's cloudy eyes gleamed with brilliance. His face was so wrinkled with excitement that his smile deepened several degrees. "Well, well, well, my child, you are indeed the Father's favorite."
"Father God has sent down two oracles in succession, and both times he has blessed you alone. What a great love this is." The Pope couldn't help but praise her with his huge and corny vocabulary.
Wen Liyu blushed from the praise and stopped with a feeling of embarrassment.
The Pope couldn't help but reach out and patted her shoulder lovingly. As soon as he patted her, his palm felt as painful as if it were pricked by a needle.
He glared and was about to question, but he saw a tall man appear behind Wen Liyu.
The figure exuded the familiar fluctuations and glow of light power, which shocked the Pope.
It is God the Father!
It was Father God...
The Pope watched the light man who looked like the Father God as he put his hand on the shoulder of the Saint whom he had just patted.
"Your Holiness?" Wen Liyu asked doubtfully.
The Pope was covered in cold sweat on his body and forehead, and he almost fainted from nervousness and excitement.
His eyes suddenly felt a sharp pain, and he quickly lowered his head, not daring to look again. "I'm fine, my dear child. You continue to receive the Father's blessing in the room. I need to go out and take care of some things."
The Pope saw that his saint knew nothing about what the Father was doing with her, but the Father had just warned him, and he could not go against the Father's will.
"Okay." Wen Liyu watched the Pope and his entourage leave, then turned her head to look over her shoulder in confusion.
Just now, the Pope was staring at this place, as if he saw something.
Wen Liyu closed the door and turned around, trying to find some Father God.
The black robe floated and spun in the air, like flowing waves and blooming charming and dangerous black flowers.
"Father God, are you still here?"
The God of Light stood beside her. Her cheeks were lightly pink. Because of shyness, her light blue eyes were more translucent than the spring water on Mount Tianshan. The translucent light passed over him, and he couldn't help but frown.
Qi reached out and pulled her to him, pinching her chin and gazing deeply into her beautiful and seductive face.
Seeing her gently open her plump, rosy lips, the tip of her red tongue flashed across, and a murmur slowly escaped from her mouth, "Father?"
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