The Path Toward Heaven

Jing Jiu didn't rush over, and observed carefully for a while.

The protective cover is above the troposphere of the atmosphere, so it cannot cover the rain, and naturally it cannot block the wind.

He stretched out his fingers to feel the wind speed, and quickly calculated that with the wind and rain erosion rate here, the surface of the building should be more damaged.

The traces of war on this grassland are so obvious, which means that when the Dark Sea invaded that year, this was the most intense main battlefield. Why did the building still remain?

The lines on those stone pillars are not rune lines, and there are no formation fluctuations.

He overturned the previous assumptions, it seems that the inheritance of the priestess has nothing to do with the ascended.

——The sand dunes gradually flowed, submerged his insteps, and then continued upward, eventually swallowing his body.

After a while, the sand grains stopped rolling, as if nothing had happened.

In the depths of this severely desertified grassland, a faint light appeared.

That ray of light gives people an extremely sharp feeling, and nothing can stop it from moving forward.

With a soft buzz, the light disappeared.

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That majestic building is known as the main memorial hall of the stargate planet, and it is indeed very similar to the fire transmission towers in various cities, but the regulations are hundreds of times larger.

It may be because the priestess lives here. There is not much taste of modern civilization in this building. Of course, it does not mean that this place is very primitive, but those high-tech devices are hidden in huge stones.

On the east side of the sacrificial hall, there are seven meditation rooms and a small Zen garden surrounded by four walls. There is an ancient well inside and a few clumps of green bamboos are planted in the corner. Facing the light falling from the sky, it is unspeakably beautiful.

There was a soft buzzing sound, the well water moved slightly, and a figure flew out and landed among the clumps of green bamboos, and the bamboo branches suddenly became more energetic.

Looking at those clumps of green bamboos, he thought about the bamboos in the small mountain village, the bamboos at the gate of Tianguang Peak White Rujing Cave Mansion, the bamboos that the child moved to Sanqianyuan...

Jing Jiu also became more energetic.

Armed with sword energy, even after traveling two hundred kilometers underground, the blue sweatshirt on his body was not damaged in any way, but the strap of the black backpack hanging outside was worn out. He stretched out his hand and kneaded the frayed belt into a wisp of green smoke, walked to the edge of the well and looked down, saw the water surface gradually calming down for a while, then turned and left.

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The main hall of the sacrificial hall is unimaginably large, the dome is about 300 meters high, and the walls painted with murals of ancient civilizations and gods seem to have no end in sight.

After all, there is an end, even the universe.

At the end of the hall is a gray curtain, which hangs from the dome to the ground. It is unknown what material it is made of, and the surface is extremely smooth without any wrinkle.

If this is the embodiment of the sky, no one can argue against it.

On the other side of the gray curtain is a quiet and clear stone room, with candles burning on both sides of the stone steps, and the skylight shining from nowhere.

There was a futon on the bluestone floor, and the edges were badly worn.

A black-haired woman was sitting on a futon, wearing a white sacrificial gown, with a golden belt representing a noble status around her waist.

The golden lace was as smooth as a curtain, without any wrinkles.

The black hair fell like a waterfall, but it was so regular and extremely neat, as if each hair had its own place and would never go beyond.

The woman's expression is gentle, her eyebrows and eyes are soft, and her whole person exudes a feeling of being indifferent to the world and calm water without waves.

She is the most honorable and highest-ranking priestess on this planet.

The priestess didn't know how old she was, and for some reason, there were traces of overthinking in her eyes.

With a sky-like gray curtain in front, this room seems to have no dome, and it can directly lead to the sea of ​​stars in the universe.

She sat here quietly, as if she had been sitting here for countless years.

There was no incense in the room, nor were there any peculiar smells from those burning flames.

There are no gorgeous decorations here, just a small bowl made of celadon placed in front of her.

There was clear water in the celadon bowl, and three pink petals floated on the water, motionless, as if they were fake.

Out of nowhere came a breeze.

The wind was so faint that it couldn't move her hair or clothes, and she couldn't even feel it.

The petals on the water surface of the celadon bowl slowly fluttered.

The priestess looked up at the gray curtain ahead, and there was a little excitement in her quiet eyes, as if she wanted to see the truth of history from the sky.

No truth appeared beyond the gray curtain, only a figure appeared.

Do you believe in the existence of gods?

The priestess looked at the figure on the curtain and asked softly.

No, said the man.

Thinking about the conversation between the other party and the bishop in Shouer City, the priestess smiled slightly and said, Then why did you come here today?

I have something to ask you.

The person outside the sky curtain was naturally Jing Jiu, and his voice showed no emotion.

Knowing that he would not come in, the priestess did not answer his question directly, and said: The ancient civilization and the sea of ​​dark things perish together, but they have arranged their own recovery and prepared countless means, so that they can know everything and account for the existence of everything. Isn't it a god?

Jing Jiu said, That person really existed?

The priestess said: God does not need to prove his existence, but he did leave his footprints in the world, from the main star to every colonial star we recovered, including the one you are standing on, has his footprints.

Jing Jiu thought of the mecha buried in the mud in the warehouse of the museum, and said, That mecha is very outdated.

The priestess was not surprised that he could find the footprints left by the gods, and said with a smile: You see, this is the so-called connection.

Jing Jiu said, How do you know me?

He was very sure that the information in the laboratory had not been circulated. Even if an Ascendant noticed him through The Way to the Sky and the Whirling Rain Company, the priestess should not be allowed to draw the conclusion that he is a new god.

The priestess said softly: We have been looking for or waiting for your appearance in the world for many years, so it is easier to notice some traces.

As for the top-secret information of the military... It is not difficult for the priestesses at the top of the belief chain of the Galaxy Alliance to understand.

When did you start noticing me? Jing Jiu asked.

The priestess said: From the moment you came to the laboratory.

Jing Jiu thought it was really early, and asked, How did you find me after I left?

The priestess smiled slightly and said, A rumor suddenly appeared in a certain underground district... that there is a game hall that is haunted. You know, we are the best at pretending to be ghosts, so naturally we pay attention to these things...

Jing Jiu did not continue this topic, but asked, What is a priestess?

The priestess said softly: We are responsible for inheriting the ancient civilization. At the beginning, human beings didn't believe what we said, and even persecuted us like witches. It wasn't until the civilization gradually revived that many ancient civilizations were discovered through archeology on various planets, and the existence of gods was accepted.

Jing Jiu said, How to pass it on?

The priestess said: No words are left, and each generation of priests passed it on orally, and then read it in my mind every day, so as not to forget any words.

This sounds simple, but is actually very difficult.

Human memory will decline, and what's more troublesome is that many long-term memories will naturally disappear over time.

Even after he turned his sword and was reborn, he forgot many scenes in the palace, let alone these ordinary female humans.

If these priestesses want to remember the knowledge passed down to them by their predecessors, they have to repeat the memory every day, which is hard and unimaginable.

Only then did Jing Jiu understand why the selection of priests put so much emphasis on knowledge of literature and history, and he also roughly understood the meaning of the word quiet.

All the remnants of ancient civilizations are in your memory?

We are just ordinary humans, but we are more able to endure loneliness than others. We are not all-knowing and omnipotent gods. How can we remember all the details in such a vast civilization?

The priestess explained patiently: In the beginning, there were 3,000 priestesses in total, and now there are more than 700 left. Each priestess inheritance only needs to remember their part.

Jing Jiu said, What are you responsible for remembering?

The priestess said softly: Except for the history and general knowledge that all priestesses must remember, the most useless content I am in charge of... is art.

Jing Jiu thought of the famous art museum in Shouer City, and agreed with her self-effacing words, it was really useless.

As for that period of history, it must be the dark age when ancient civilizations and the sea of ​​dark things died together, so what about general knowledge?

Jing Jiu asked, What does New God mean?

That's what he's here to do today.

He had read the bishop's consciousness and knew that the priestess was looking for a new god. The question was why?

You don't need to think about this kind of thing, since you just want to come to the surface once, then just come to her and ask her.

As for the transcendent status and identity of the priestess on this planet, it is not in his consideration.

This is a secret that only the priestesses and their most trusted confidantes know. At this time, when he made it clear, the priestess was not surprised, but even more respectful, bowing down to the figure outside the screen.

God is omniscient and omnipotent.

The last will left by the gods before they leave is for humans to wait for new gods to appear.

She fell on the ground and said, I have been waiting for many years until you show up.

Jing Jiu said, Why me?

The priestess said: Because you are omnipotent, and you are from another world.