Only God
Chapter 391 - 346 Return to the original cradle

Chapter 391: 346 Return to the original cradle

Mira watched in astonishment as the priest before her prayed loudly, the prayers almost entirely adapted from those of the True Religion Church, but she had barely heard of the "Primordial" he mentioned.

The priest prayed fervently, and believers around the altar knelt ceaselessly, their excitement palpable as they chanted similar prayers in unison, praising Prophet Shan’en and the ancient Primordial.

Mira noticed in those prayers that the God in the eyes of these believers combined both light and dark. They seemed to believe that the God of Heaven and their Primordial God were one and the same, that the True Religion revered only the God of Heaven, thus neglecting the other aspect of God. For this reason, the True Religion did not possess the truth, but the Primordial Church did.

While Mira was pondering, she saw the priest inch closer to the altar, gazing at her with a fervent and twisted look.

The child felt no discomfort from the gaze; she merely looked back innocently.

Mira was not afraid; in fact, aside from God, there was nothing in this world worthy of her fear.

Astonishment flashed in the priest’s eyes; he had never seen such an ignorant offering before.

Soon, in a lowered voice, he said,

"Child, your soul has come from a distant place, and through our hands, it will be sacrificed to the great Lord of Heaven, not through death.

Your soul will return to the cradle of the Primordial, free from the torment of Hell— a place even more beautiful than Heaven.

All these sacrifices are made so that all people may return to the cradle of the Primordial and witness the other side of God."

The believers around shouted in unison, then slammed their heads onto the ground,

"Witness the other side of God!"

Mira politely said to the cultist before her,

"Sir, it’s strange, how do I not know that God has another side?"

Sorrow appeared on his face, then twisted into a pained smile as he trembled,

"The Church, the terrible Church has bewitched another soul. She has been deceived and doesn’t even know the other side of God. Oh! The Church is truly the whore! Lord, punish that whore! Let her die oozing pus!"

The priest sobbed and laughed, his voice issuing the most intense indictment of his life.

Then, looking at Mira with pity, he spoke softly,

"Do not be afraid, child. We will end your suffering. I will take your hand and lead you to the warm Primordial Land."

"How will you take me there?"

Mira asked, noticing that she was in the state of a Spiritual Body.

"I will delve into your subconscious, a place even more profound than the soul, located deep within the soul,"

said the priest, his congregation’s chants growing more intense as they seemed unable to wait any longer.

Of course, Mira knew what the subconscious was. The subconscious, together with the conscious mind, made up the soul. The conscious mind represented the thoughts one was aware of, while the subconscious represented the thoughts hidden deep within one’s mind.

After hearing the priest’s words, Mira scratched her head, asking somewhat worriedly,

"Are you sure you want to explore my subconscious?"

With a twisted smile, the priest nodded vigorously, murmuring,

"Yes, only by exploring a person’s subconscious, by leading a person’s subconscious, can we break the shackles of the ancient mountains and woods and lead the soul to the cradle of the Primordial.

Child, the subconscious is free will! God has mercy on us and grants us free will, and what we must do is use this free will, altering our free will, traversing Heaven, and arriving at the cradle of the Primordial to witness the other side of God!"

Having said this, the priest fell silent, drew out a ceremonial knife, and while chanting obscure Ancient Language, he cut across his own chest in full view of everyone.

Blood did not gush forth; instead, a gray-hued spiritual soul appeared.

The soul was half-exposed, the other half still inside the priest’s body—apparently to prevent being pulled into the afterlife by the ancient woods.

Having lived in Heaven for a long time, Mira was seeing a gray-colored spiritual soul for the first time. The souls she had usually seen in Heaven were white or light blue.

As the believers fervently prayed, a dense black fog rose from the altar, enveloping both the Priest and Mira. Then, the Priest raised his hand, intending to gently touch Mira’s brow.

"Sir, I have a bad feeling,"

Mira whispered in persuasion.

The Priest wouldn’t stop; he slowly said,

"Child, it’s alright, you won’t encounter any danger."

As he spoke, he sought to probe Mira’s subconscious.

"No, sir,"

Mira shook her head,

"I’m afraid it’s you who’s in danger."

The Priest didn’t care; he was set on touching Mira’s subconscious.

Just as he touched Mira’s brow,

a vast brilliance surged from the girl’s subconscious.

The light came from Heaven, and the Priest didn’t get to touch anything, his vision filled with nothing but a blazing white.

The Priest slowly widened his eyes, filled with extreme terror in his pupils, then suddenly fell backward, clutching his head and began to emit gut-wrenching screams. The black fog around them stirred as if a calm lake had been disturbed by a massive stone, rippling out in waves.

The cult Priest rolled on the ground in agony, his soul crazily emitting white steam, as if it was being corroded by something, his soul melting and body contorting and breaking apart, quickly corroding into a pool of blood as if metal had met sulfuric acid, and after a moment, vanished like vapor.

The Priest was gone, but the engulfing black fog remained, writhing wildly, growing larger, seemingly expressing the most primal fear.

Mira curiously looked at the fearful black fog; she reached out her hand, attempting to communicate with it.

Outside the black fog, the cult believers witnessed the ever-growing black fog and were instantly thrown into chaos, boiling with fervor, they started prostrating, knocking their heads on the ground, ecstatic cheers resounding back and forth.

"Another soul has been sent to the cradle of the Primordial!"

"The black fog is still surging; how powerful and sweet the soul is!"

"O great God, we beseech You to descend in Your primordial aspect! Oh, let the whore named the Church bleed!"

The believers shouted fervently, their prayerful mumblings echoing throughout the underground tomb.

But slowly, they came to a halt.

The black fog in front of them continued to churn, shrinking at times and growing at others, as if obeying the commands of some high-level being, the fog moving and trembling, its conduct reminiscent of a trained eagle in its strugglings submission.

They had never seen the black fog churn for so long; usually, it would have dissipated in half an hour.

"What’s... what’s happening?"

One believer murmured in confusion.

As one person spoke up, others also looked at each other, exchanging puzzled glances in front of the altar.

Then, their eyes collectively turned to an elderly believer with much prestige.

Looking at the ever-surging black fog, then back at the other believers, an impassioned answer arose in his heart.

"It’s God!"

The elderly believer declared excitedly:

"God is revealing to us, God has manifested through the black fog!

This continuously surging black fog... it means, it means He is pleased with us, it’s just that we are ignorant, and cannot understand His words!"