Chapter 252: Vision and Harvest (5)
Taking a deep breath, Qi Mingyu knew they had no other choice but to understand the "God" Jiang Zhibin had mentioned. She didn't want to die, and since she didn't want to die, she had to accept reality.
They were descended from the Zang Yao Sect and would never be completely depressed, no matter what. Sentiment was meaningless to them. Since the natural order of the previous world no longer matched the current situation, they should simply abandon it.
After thinking for a long time, Qi Mingyu spoke first.
"Senior Brother Jiang..."
Jiang Zhibin held the prayer flag in his hand without moving, and his closed eyes did not even twitch.
"The past is gone. There are no brothers or sisters here. We are all just believers in God. Just call me Duanri."
Qi Mingyu paused, controlling his voice, "Duanri, we already know clearly... the power of 'God', but can you tell us, what exactly is 'God'?"
After hearing Qi Mingyu's words, Jiang Zhibin finally opened his eyes and looked up at the sky with admiration and respect.
"I don't know either."
Qi Mingyu knew that everyone was in the same boat, so he held back his anger. This group of Zang Yaozong comrades, seemingly united but actually at odds, finally reached a consensus at this moment.
Jiang Zhibin must be suffering from hysteria and there is something wrong with his brain.
Qi Mingyu opened and closed his lips several times, not knowing what to say. He stared at Jiang Zhibin's forehead and suddenly noticed that his forehead was slightly glowing.
It's still glowing? She stared at it carefully in confusion, and suddenly realized that it wasn't Jiang Zhibin who was shining, but some light in the sky that was illuminating him.
However, Qi Mingyu has traveled around the world and has never seen the sun or the moon rise and shine. The clouds permanently cover the sky, and darkness is eternal.
She couldn't help but look up like everyone else and saw the vision.
The dark clouds dissipated, revealing the inky black sky and the faint twinkling of stars. But none of this could divert Qi Mingyu's gaze from the object wrapped in the clouds - a giant tree.
Unlike all the dark things in this world, the giant tree is surrounded by an infinite spiritual light. But this spiritual light is not glaring, but incomparably soft and beautiful.
It illuminates the clouds, like a moon in a world of eternal night, with soft emerald waves. Rooted in the thick clouds, it drifts gently with them, streaking across the sky and shedding a shower of spiritual rain.
"That's the Wind and Rain Ganoderma." Qi Mingyu opened his eyes wide in a daze and recognized the true identity of the giant tree from the falling raindrops.
However, this Wind and Rain Ganoderma was different from what she had read in ancient books. Qi Mingyu reached out to catch the spiritual rain, which moistened her hands, but she could not draw any spiritual power from it.
No, it’s not that there is no spiritual power, but after the spiritual power floated out, it was immediately assimilated by the black aura between heaven and earth, and transformed into another thing by the laws of this world.
The clouds shifted, and the Wind and Rain Ganoderma gently swayed, seemingly unable to fully take root in the clouds and threatening to fall at any moment. Qi Mingyu immediately stood up with the other cultivators, attempting to escape the range of the rain clouds.
Only Jiang Zhibin grasped the prayer flag, poked it on the ground, stood up, opened his arms, looked up at the sky enthusiastically, laughed and shouted: "God!"
Above the cloud-covered sky, a hand as pale as jade silently penetrated the clouds and supported the Wind and Rain Ganoderma.
Everyone except Jiang Zhibin froze. Qi Mingyu looked up and saw the hand, feeling a shiver rushing up his spine to his brain.
Fingers devoid of any texture or color grasped the Wind and Rain Ganoderma and suddenly clenched their fists. Spiritual rain fell from between their fingers, blanketing the entire world in rain.
She grasped the brilliance in her palm, kneading it at will, and the world flickered in and out with the movement of her hands. Her every move was the truth of this world.
Suddenly, moonlight began to shine. The giant hand gently opened, revealing the Wind and Rain Ganoderma—no, it could no longer be called Wind and Rain Ganoderma, it was a cyan moon.
The full moon, rippling with emerald green, was pinched between her fingers and set against the pitch-black sky. As she shaped the moon, light finally appeared within the heavens and earth.
The moon revolved around the world along with the sky, and the soft blue light fell together with the rain, soaking Qi Mingyu from head to toe.
They knelt on the ground unconsciously. Qi Mingyu looked down and saw the spiritual grass emerging from the ground.
The magical grass grew wildly under the rain, pulling out a root from the soil and bringing out a white egg like a pearl.
Under the baptism of the spiritual rain, the egg suddenly began to stir, and a tiny crack appeared at the top. The creature inside continued to struggle, and the spiritual rain flowing in through the crack finally absorbed it enough strength.
It flapped its wings, and the snow-white shell split open, revealing a three-winged, blue-eyed butterfly. A blue moon was painted on the butterfly's beautiful wings, and as the bird chirped, the phantom of the moon drifted down from its path.
This is a creature that Qi Mingyu has never known before, a unique spiritual beast born in this world.
Bathed in the spiritual rain, Jiang Zhibin, no, Duanri, quietly recited those words that Qi Mingyu originally thought were ridiculous, his voice high and melodious, like singing:
"God came into the world, and the world is the fruit of her body."
"God created the world with just one hand. She took away the sun because the world only needed night."
"Without light, nothing can grow. God gives the moon to those who believe in Him."
"Merciful God! Only those who believe in her can be saved, but she does not judge people's value by their faith."
"Almighty God, she leads all dead souls to the underworld beyond this cycle of reincarnation. Fools question her power, while the wise seek refuge in her light."
Duanri raised the prayer flags, and the faint blue fire burned behind him, winding into a ring of fire, enveloping him in an almost sacred halo.
He looked down at Qi Mingyu with pity, at all of them, as if looking at ignorant lambs, and shouted at them to break their confusion.
"Having seen the gods, why not bow down? Having known the power of the gods, why not be wise?"
“Since you’ve heard about the miracles, why don’t you believe them?!”
Qi Mingyu and the other seven were horrified, bowed before the stone tablet, and said in unison, "I am a believer."
A transparent blue flame rose from the Sun-Forging Sutra Banner and landed on the backs of the seven people, turning into a small blue flame. The seven believers turned into strange cultivators, and the death energy between heaven and earth resonated with it.
Duanri smiled with satisfaction, he took out the "Yin Tian Wu Tudi Volume" and began to chant loudly.
Luo Xuanyi covered her face, and for a moment she even thought about killing Duanri.
It's so shameful.
The third update~Sister Yi feels the social death atmosphere hh
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