It has been exactly 1300 years since the Holy Light Continent was established, according to the Yuan Dynasty calendar.
In the new year, people of all races sing and dance to celebrate the arrival of this brand new day.
Only one race remained indifferent and lonely all day long.
That is the only race that lives in the clouds: angels.
Angels are the beings closest to God in legend. Since God fell into slumber, they have not set foot on earth, but have devoted themselves to asceticism, maintaining holiness, and waiting for God's return.
Gradually, that city atop the clouds became an even colder and more distant place than the extreme cold lands or the hellish underground palace.
Until, until an egg fell from the sky.
Well, it wasn't exactly a gift from heaven. The egg was thrown out of the sacred pool. The system's drop point was slightly off, and it landed the little guy precisely in the sacred pool that was cleansing souls. The sacred pool almost choked on it, and spat the egg out with two "pui pui" sounds.
That round, snow-white egg rolled right up to the angels.
The black-winged, black-haired angels were stunned for a moment, then one of them stepped forward and picked up the egg.
The angel who picked up the egg was dressed in a robe similar to that of a priest, neatly dressed with the collar buttoned up above his neck, ascetic and indifferent, with only his bare feet, suspended above the clouds, untouched by a speck of dust.
This is the doctrine of the angels in this world. The soul is born impure, with desires born within it, innate. Therefore, they all have jet-black wings and jet-black hair. They need to suppress all kinds of desires within their hearts, not be controlled, practice asceticism and self-discipline, constantly cultivate themselves, and maintain holiness, so that they can infinitely approach the glory of God.
So they were all very surprised by the egg that suddenly emerged from the sacred pool.
This egg is unbelievably pure.
With their eyes closed, they could feel the heart and soul beating inside.
Extremely frail, yet incredibly clear.
"Could this be God's will?"
An angel spoke up and asked.
The angel Nosius replied, "It's alright, let's leave it for now."
And so, Qianyuan's egg settled down atop the clouds above the base.
However, it wasn't an egg that could hatch on its own just by being left there. After a while, the neglected egg became weaker and weaker, and its heartbeat grew fainter and fainter.
"what to do?"
The somewhat young angel, Victor, looked panicked: "Is he going to die? You... do you know how to incubate eggs?"
The entire room fell silent.
Although everyone has wings, hatching eggs is not something that can be done simply by having wings.
"Fine, I'll take him to the lower realm." Nosius looked at the tiny egg in his palm, so pitiful, so weak. Nosius's heart urged him to crush the egg and experience the process of that warm life slowly turning cold.
But in reality, Nosius had already been able to ignore his inner evil desires and save this innocent, unfortunate egg.
“Then let’s go together. It’s been so long since we’ve been to the lower realm. We don’t even know if the leader of the demon race is still the same one.”
A large group of angels marched out. Their dark wings covered the sky, creating an overwhelming sense of oppression.
Moreover, upon hearing of the angel's departure, they all hurriedly returned to report to their respective tribal leaders, showing considerable fear and apprehension.
After all, although the angels are dedicated to asceticism and maintain good deeds, their suppressed dark side is constantly surging. Just by looking into those cold eyes and sensing the hidden madness and murderous intent, no one dares to provoke them.
These angels are actually a group of killing gods.
Upon hearing that the angels, who rarely descend to the mortal realm even once in a century, had actually gone to the demon race in groups, some races breathed a sigh of relief, while others couldn't help but feel sorry for the demon race.
I don't know what the demon race did to incur the wrath of heaven and man, that they managed to provoke such a bunch of lunatics.
The angels had no idea what these people were grumbling about. They arrived at the gates of the demon clan, and Nosius, holding an egg in his palm, was the first to ask, "Where is the demon leader?"
Suddenly, a huge gray wolf came galloping from the city. It stopped in front of Nosius and transformed into an incredibly strong orc in the blink of an eye: "Your Highness Nosius, what brings you here?"
It was only because the demon leader had met the angels once before and had dealings with Nosius that, given the way the angels wore veils that covered most of their faces when they went out, no one could recognize who was who.
Faced with those emotionless eyes and the silver-gray iron mask that revealed no expression, the demon leader couldn't offer a friendly look. He simply watched as Nosius handed him an egg.
"I would like to ask if you have any members of the bird tribe who could share some experience in incubating eggs with us."
Demon leader: ? ? ?
Looking at that face, which was full of repression and indifference, and seemed aloof and ascetic, he really didn't fit the image of hatching eggs!
However, when the demon leader looked at the egg and heard the weak but powerful voice, he could still sense that the little guy inside really wanted to live.
He felt a pang of pity: "Your Highness, where did you find this egg? If you think it's a burden, then leave it with us. Our people can raise it."
"No."
Victor was already somewhat dissatisfied, but before he could speak, Nosius preemptively refused, then tucked the egg into his bosom, covering it completely.
His possessiveness was on full display.
"Please teach us how to incubate the eggs and raise the young."
They were polite in their words, saying "please," but the demons could sense that if they didn't bring it out, these guys might start fighting.
The leader cursed inwardly, glancing regretfully at the poor egg. For some reason, he felt an innate affinity for the egg, developing a fondness just from looking at the shell, even before seeing the chick inside!
But it must be very likable.
The leader, still worried, gave all the books they had prepared for new parents, including "The Complete Guide to Hatching Eggs," "The Handbook for Feeding Young Animals," and "A Guide for New Parents," to the angels.
Nosius didn't care about the large print on it and took it with him.
A large group of angels returned home.
Now the chicks still in their eggs live on the softest clouds, and sometimes they take turns lying in the palms of each angel, letting them nourish them with their breath and warmth.
The heartbeat inside the egg grew stronger day by day.
But when it was time to hatch, the egg remained motionless. The chick inside seemed to have overslept and had no idea that it was time to come out and see the new world.
"Don't you want to come out?"
Nosius picked up the tiny egg. This little soul, which had spent several days and nights with them and finally shown signs of life, even responding with its own heartbeat, showed absolutely no intention of hatching.
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