Only God

The vision of the future had not yet coalesced when the power of Prophecy around it began to tremble.

Schiller sensed this anomaly, vaguely perceiving that some unimaginable force was blocking mortals' observations of the future.

"What on earth is this?"

the Great Angel muttered.

Enveloped by the power of Prophecy, the Great Angel saw countless Fate Lines, the scenery before him trembling constantly, never solidifying into a definite image.

Therefore, he reached out his hand to accept more of the power of Prophecy.

More and more power of Prophecy flowed towards the singularity, but the vision of the future remained unstable. Seeing this, the Great Angel immediately spread his Six Wings, the grace of the Angel condensed at this moment, and the breath from God spread out, behind Schiller emerged Heavenly Radiance.

After the breath of God spread out, the vision of the future began to stabilize gradually.

This effect was like the correct key being inserted into the correct lock.

Schiller stared intently at the scene before him.

Just then...

A voice rang in his ear.

"I genuinely ask you, will your eyes now turn back, or will they continue to look straight ahead?"

The voice was familiar and gentle.

The Great Angel did not understand why the voice appeared at this time, nor did he understand why it asked such a question.

But he quickly gave an answer.

"God, at this point, I cannot afford to turn back."

As his voice fell,

a vast, fiery white light burst forth instantaneously, engulfing Schiller and his Six Wings.

After the white light passed, infinite Fate Lines converged in one place, the vision of the future no longer trembled, solidified in an instant, everything gradually becoming clear and discernible.

Schiller half-closed his eyes, and only after fully adjusting did he slowly open them.

Before him lay an endless Cloud Sea.

"Is this… the realm of God?"

the Great Angel murmured to himself, then touched the clouds beneath his feet, and after a moment, his expression turned to astonishment,

"Wait… why is there… the aura of the Sea of Souls?"

Schiller was extremely perplexed.

Although both were Cloud Seas, the aura of Heaven and the Sea of Souls was entirely different.

Heaven is the afterlife world where the souls of angels and righteous people dwell, suffused with a transcendental and holy aura, whereas the Sea of Souls is of the mortal world, inhabited by rose serpents and fairies that feed on good intentions, permeated with the enchanting fragrance of beautiful dreams.

However, Schiller sensed that the Cloud Sea beneath his feet seemed to have both the holy aura and the fragrance of beautiful dreams, as if the two were merged.

For a moment, he was bewildered and proceeded deeper to investigate.

Gradually, more sceneries came into view.

On the Cloud Sea, Schiller saw familiar ancient and towering Heavenly Pillars.

There were thousands of these pillars, vague and misty, seemingly within reach, yet standing at extreme distances.

"Why do they feel close at times and far at others? This is indeed… strange."

Schiller muttered to himself.

In Heaven, those pillars originate from Holy Trees atop the mountains, their branches being the pathways through which each soul reaches Heaven.

Before long, he slowly arrived at a place.

It was a magnificent lake where a group of "angels" frolicked.

Schiller approached closer, then his brow furrowed.

Those "angels" merely looked like angels from a distance. As he drew nearer, he saw that each angel not only lacked a face but even their bodies were illusionary, like clumps of viscous, pretty liquid.

"These… are heart lives?"

Schiller was utterly puzzled.

He approached and asked,

"What… are all of you?"

The clumps of playing liquid, seeing a Great Angel with Six Wings approaching, stopped their activities and settled down, their eyes filled with endless reverence and envy.

"Great Angel, why do you ask this?

We… are Spirit Envoys."

Spirit Envoys?

Schiller heard this term for the first time.

It sounded like a combination of "heart life" and "angel."

Are they heart lives?

But… why would heart lives appear here?

As the creator of heart lives, he remembered clearly that heart lives do not die naturally, and once they die, they appear in Heaven in the state of souls, not retaining the form of heart lives.

This characteristic of heart lives was something Schiller knew like the back of his hand.

But the scene before him left him somewhat puzzled.

"You... how did you come to be here?"

Schiller asked softly.

The spirit envoys looked at each other; they didn't understand why Schiller was asking this question.

But in the face of the revered Great Angel, despite their confusion, they still gave an answer.

"We were, of course, born from the Soul Spring."

One spirit envoy said.

"The King of Kings brought our ancestors here, and then created the Soul Spring."

Another spirit envoy added.

"Not only that, we also went to the Mortal World, to participate in trials, until one day we return to Heaven and become part of the Angels."

One spirit envoy said excitedly.

As these words fell into his ears, Schiller first furrowed his eyebrows, then had a sudden realization.

It seemed he had thought of the answer.

King of Kings... is one of the mortals' names for God, handed down since the era of Prophet Al.

And from the spirit envoys' words: "The King of Kings brought our ancestors here," and "until one day we return to Heaven and become part of the Angels."

This meant that God had brought the fairies into Heaven and had given them the chance to become Angels.

Thinking of this, Schiller felt a thrill of excitement.

"God, do you also appreciate my creation?"

The Great Angel murmured internally.

This seemed to imply...

He had received... God's approval.

With this thought, looking at this carefree group of spirit envoys, Schiller's brow relaxed, and he couldn't help but smile.

"How beautiful."

The Great Angel murmured softly.

After speaking, he turned around and walked deeper in.

Beside the lake, a group of spirit envoys looked at each other; once Schiller had walked a good distance away, they began to chatter excitedly.

Schiller strolled above the Cloud Sea, his mood now cheerful.

The existence of spirit envoys meant that he had received God's approval,

Could it also mean that he was walking the right path?

Whether it was the devils or the things he would do in the future...

They were all paths of truth.

If so, his previous wavering, panic, and doubt were nothing but groundless fears, no more than a plague, a gust of wind, soon to vanish like passing clouds.

The Cloud Sea was boundless.

Schiller had patience in abundance.

As the Great Angel approached the deeper regions, the first thing he saw was the Spirit Light that almost obscured the sky.

Schiller watched the vast and magnificent radiance with surprise; this brilliance felt both familiar and foreign to him.

This feeling... was indescribable; even having lived for tens of thousands of years, Schiller could not accurately express this odd sensation.

It seemed to come from... God.

And yet, it also seemed to come from some Great Angel.

Drawn by this Spirit Light, Schiller quickened his pace, passing through layers of mist, until he finally gazed upon the source of the Spirit Light.

There was an immensely grand throne.

This throne was not the one God currently occupied, but another throne, which Schiller seemed to have seen somewhere before.

"Is that... the throne that bears... the venerable name?"

Schiller said in surprise, after recalling.

An endless radiance surged from within the throne, Divine might spreading out in all directions, compelling one to want to prostrate.

The Great Angel approached slowly; he wanted to get closer, to look directly upon the being that sat upon the throne.

Just then,

A voice, grander than that of any of the Gods, exploded in Schiller's ears, causing his hair to stand on end, and his Six Wings to fully spread, casting a large shadow beneath.

He heard a sentence,

"You have come, O God-like one."

At this moment he raised his head, only to find that he had, without knowing when, arrived before the throne.

And upon the throne,

Sat someone completely enshrouded in light.