Only God-Chapter 527 - 453 God Creates the Path

Schiller had fully grasped the Ancient Language "Taboo."

He also understood what Secret Thoughts were.

At this moment, when Sofia looked at the Great Angel, she suddenly saw a burst of intense light erupt from the Sea of Souls, illuminating Schiller and enveloping him within it.

Sofia’s eyes widened in disbelief as she observed this radiance.

"This is..."

Schiller turned his head, looking deep into the Sea of Souls.

"It seems... I can now glimpse the collective unconscious."

As spiritual beings, fairies harvested countless good thoughts from the dreams of innumerable people, like reaping wheat.

These benevolent thoughts converged in the fairies’ realm—above the Sea of Souls, and now, as if to confirm Schiller’s enlightenment, they radiated a dazzling luminance.

Schiller stood bathed in light, as if he could hear faint sounds from the depths of the soul.

He gently placed Sofia on the Cloud Sea.

"This, what in the world is this..."

The Fairy Queen watched Schiller in astonishment, her creator slowly moving toward the glow. Then his figure began to fade, merging with the light.

Schiller walked within the radiance, and the brilliance at the soul’s core seemed perennial, having been brought to earth by God since the dawn of creation, bestowed upon the people who walk the land.

The soul’s core was like a magnificent, resplendent universe, the Star Dome trembling as it pressed down, with endless dust filling the air. The myriad emotions of the world now took visible form, presenting themselves to Schiller as hazy orbs of light.

Schiller wandered in the depth of the soul; he was an observer who could see the structure of the collective unconscious but could not touch it, as a departed spirit cannot touch the living world.

He kept moving toward the brightest and most resplendent direction of light until he approached it and realized that his own glow was insignificant in comparison.

At the end of that vast brilliance,

majestic temples came into view before the Great Angel.

"This is the Temple Esroa spoke of."

Schiller couldn’t help but stand transfixed.

Had it not been for Esroa’s mention, he never would have discovered this grand and exquisite scene within the collective unconscious.

The Temple appeared both ancient and new, vague and clear, complex and simple, countable and infinite... All these contradictory sensations were now presented before Schiller, and at this moment, only one phrase could encapsulate the shape of these temples—"ineffable."

With the heart of a pilgrim, Schiller was about to draw near to those temples when, in a trance, the most magnificent of them suddenly appeared before him. Its doors then slowly opened from inside out, as if welcoming the arrival of the Great Angel.

Schiller ascended, step by step, towards the Temple. The sights within seemed to be both untouchable and within reach. Even before he had time to think, he had entered deep into the hall.

Everything here felt so wondrous, indescribably so.

"Who would have thought, that within the depths of a person’s soul, such temples could be hidden."

Schiller murmured to himself, lifting his head to gaze at the sight before him.

The vision was ethereal, shrouded in mist, with formless characters floating above. Schiller knew they were the Ancient Language created by God. ƒreeωebnovel.ƈom

Tens of thousands of Ancient Languages shimmered brilliantly, and Schiller suddenly realized that these were not isolated but interlinked, echoing each other. Thousands upon thousands of Ancient Languages formed a spectacular, majestic, and grand Temple, far surpassing the countless Temples big and small of the Mortal World.

Schiller looked up from below, and he discovered that the closer the Ancient Words were to the cornerstone, the simpler and more understandable they were, while those nearer to the Star Dome were increasingly complicated and difficult to comprehend. Each Ancient Word seemed to be constructing pathways leading to the Dome, where they represented supreme splendor and grandeur, a good prescription for reaching the stars, and power that could rival the Gods.

The Great Angel was plunged into deep shock, his entire body trembling, the glorious spectacle before him deeply etched into his memory.

The shapeless Ancient Words leading to the Star Dome entered his view and, in an instant, into his memory. By the time Schiller realized it, all the Ancient Words in the Temple before him were already present in his memory, and then, the Temple disappeared without a trace, and the Great Angel’s figure also emerged from the brilliance.

When the Great Angel returned to the Sea of Souls from the collective unconscious, the Fairy Queen Sofia rushed up to him without regard for formality, her face full of worry as she looked at the Schiller before her.

He was the creator of the Fairies, the Prophet, and the King who belonged solely to her.

It seemed that the Great Angel had yet to recover from his shock, somewhat dazed as he returned to the highest reaches of the Sea of Souls, with Sofia following close behind.

After a long while, Schiller finally regained some clarity, lifting his hand to find all his fingers trembling.

"Lord Schiller, what... did you find?"

The familiar voice reached his ears, Schiller did not speak, what he saw with his own eyes was almost impossible to describe with words.

He simply raised his hand, reciting in a low voice the Ancient Words he had seen.

The initial Ancient Words were simple and easy to grasp, and Sofia understood them immediately, but as Schiller recited further, those Ancient Words gradually grew obscure and profound, like words from the heavens.

The Fairy Queen watched the Great Angel and something astonishing happened—she saw his form begin to transform, an indescribable and vast power manifesting on him, and for an instant, a fleeting glimpse of power, on par with Sixth Rank Divine, flashed by.

"What is this...

These Ancient Words seem to be converging into a path to the Gods."

Sofia was utterly amazed.

Then, a rush of unknown excitement and agitation surged, making her tremble,

"Lord Schiller,

Is this perhaps your invention?!"

At that moment, the Great Angel lifted his gaze.

"No...

This is God’s creation!"

"It is the power that will herald a new era, it shall be bestowed by God upon all people."

Schiller finally regained the lucidity he had before, recalling what he saw in the collective unconscious, and after a moment, he uttered a heartfelt exclamation,

"Indeed... those Temples truly exist."

Sofia, puzzled, asked,

"Those Temples... the ones Esroa spoke of? What did you see inside?"

Schiller spoke out,

"Perhaps... I should call them the Ancient Word Temples, that is what the collective unconscious told me. I saw within, the Ancient Words created by God, shining brightly, linked together, converging into pathways towards the stars."

"They are Logos, they are the grace that was created concurrently with the Ancient Words by God, they are... God’s created Paths."

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