Only God-Chapter 545 - 470: 3 Divine Beings (Additional 2-in-1 Update)

Chapter 545: Chapter 470: 3 Divine Beings (Additional 2-in-1 Update)

There was nothing, yet there was everything.

Veldor pondered this sentence, struggling to grasp its meaning.

But this sentence reminded Veldor of an answer in the desert.

At that time, he had asked him,

"I heard that even if storms assault cities, volcanoes erupt, mountains collapse... no matter what kind of disasters they face, True Believers still pray to God."

"Do people always need to pray, and what exactly are they praying for?

Are they giving thanks for His silence, or praising His arrangement?"

What was the old Believer’s response?

"It is simply just a prayer."

So simple.

Unbelievably simple, yet elusive.

Veldor tried to decipher some hidden meaning from it, but no matter how much he thought, he ended up fruitless, and yet when he stopped pondering, he often gained insight.

This was just like the Scripture said: If you come seeking to take, you will end up with nothing; if you come to understand, you will end up knowing nothing.

Even if Veldor couldn’t understand the words of the old Believer,

However, after spending many days together, Veldor generally understood the person that was the old Believer.

For faith, whether it’s True Believers or believers of other Divine entities, countless thoughts have been born.

Do people believe in the Divine to gain benefits, or to avoid punishment? Or is it both?

This question troubled thousands, and yet at the old Believer’s, there was an incredibly simple answer.

People believe in the Divine not to gain benefits, nor to avoid punishment, but because they have to believe.

Why must they believe?

Because it is a desire deep inside their hearts; people always need to believe in something, for their capabilities are too limited, and the world is so vast, filled with unknowns.

Because people desire to ascend, and God stands at the pinnacle of goodness. People yearn for light, and God is the light, residing atop the mountains.

"Believing in God isn’t about humans giving, it’s about them needing."

The old Believer mentioned this many times.

These words were so simple yet revealed what lay in the hearts of people, unveiling human nature.

Soon after, the Sects set off again.

They kept a close watch on the remaining guide as they headed toward the Ancient Elf Kingdom, foreseeing that as long as they didn’t reach the Holy Land, this group of True Believers would not let the guide leave.

And the Sect Priest also dropped his originally amiable façade, frequently threatening and enticing, making the guide lose any intention to flee, but because of this, the guide would mutter curses about these True Believers in private.

"It was these guides that misled us, and now we’ve become the bad ones."

Veldor walked on the road, his head covered in sweat, complaining,

"Our path is always tough, full of trials, and the Lord does not wish to arrange a smooth path for us."

The old Believer, gasping, slowly said,

"If He were to cast down heavenly fire, we would be refined into pure gold."

Veldor knew this was a line from the Creed, and he didn’t respond, but lowered his head and pulled out the whistle from his pocket.

The whistle was made of bone.

With nothing else to do, Veldor placed it to his lips and blew it, the piercing sound startling a flock of birds.

"Hey, it seems like no carrier pigeons are coming."

No sooner had he spoken than Veldor saw a carrier pigeon swoop through the sky,

"Well, perhaps I spoke too soon."

Afterwards, Veldor put the whistle back in his pocket, and took out some food from another pocket.

The old Believer turned and looked, it seemed to be some kind of mushroom.

"Aren’t you afraid it’s poisonous?"

asked the old Believer.

"They are called Purple Orchid Mushrooms, just a casual snack, the guide said they aren’t poisonous, and I haven’t had any problems.

But, it is said that eating too many can cause a brief period of illusions."

Veldor said, biting into it, the mushroom large and juicy.

Seeing this, the old Believer didn’t say anything further.

After eating the mushrooms, Veldor somehow looked much more excited,

"At the front, what exactly is waiting for us... How else will God test us?"

The old Believer slowly said,

"Anything is possible.

Heavy rain, tornadoes, tsunamis, sandstorms, or earthquakes, anything is possible."

After saying this, the old Believer coughed violently several times.

"What’s wrong?"

Veldor couldn’t help but ask.

He felt an unexplained panic as if the old Believer before him was as close as a family member.

"It’s nothing..."

The old Believer stopped for a while, leaning against a tree trunk, took a few breaths to rest.

Several True Believers passed by him, asking with concern, and the old Believer’s answers were always the same.

As they gradually fell to the back of the group, the old Believer still gazed into the distance, muttering something absentmindedly.

"God, give me another chance."

Veldor couldn’t hear clearly; he just knew that the old Believer seemed to be pleading for something.

"What are you pleading for?"

After many years of association, Veldor asked directly without any hesitation.

The old Believer glanced at him, and said,

"About my deceased wife and children...

In my prayers every day and night, I’m pleading for God to give me another chance."

Veldor was silent, he clearly knew the old Believer’s long-held regrets and remorse.

Death took his closest family away, and the old Believer was pleading to God for a chance to redeem them from death.

"Perhaps God can’t hear."

Veldor almost said this, but the words changed as they reached his lips.

"Alright... are you really alright?"

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