The world in the box

The dead is gone, and the dead is gone.

4160 years after the descent of God.

Black Sand Continent, Xia Empire, Snow River City, Wall of Protection.

The Wall of Protection is very long, so long that it can surround most of the Black Sand Continent.

The Wall of Protection is also very high, so high that it can completely block the sight of everyone inside and outside the wall.

From then on, the sky inside the wall had a boundary.

Few people in the world know that Saint Fuyao is not dead yet, but is guarding the center of the Wall of Protection.

She used divine magic to protect the world, and was also trapped in the same place by divine magic.

In the entire Cecil world, only a few people know this secret, know where the center of the Wall of Protection is, and where Saint Fuyao is now.

And the Saint Maiden Jian happened to be one of the few people who knew where Fuyao was.

At this moment, Jian had already arrived at the place where Fuyao was guarding.

Jian walked slowly to the wall of protection, even though she had seen the giant wall fortress and the wall of light during the monster war.

But when she saw the wall of protection, she was still shocked by its grandeur.

"We are all saints, why is it that only you can release such a powerful magic?"

Jian had also tried to cast a magic of similar level, but unfortunately, she did not succeed.

She failed to destroy the wall of protection with magic.

There was no one guarding the place where Fuyao was guarding.

It was not that the two old men Jimmy and Huijin were negligent, nor that they did not take this matter to heart.

But except for the saint, no one in the world could enter the wall of protection.

Unless Fuyao allowed it.

But they all didn't know.

There is not only one saint in the Temple of Light.

But two.

"Saintess? I never thought that one day I would be treated specially because of this identity."

Jian raised her hands, turned her palms, and gently touched the wall of protection.

The next moment, the seemingly solid wall of protection actually rippled.

Jian's hands were like entering water, gently pushing forward, and she fell into the wall.

"I actually got in. The guidance of fate was not wrong."

The wall of protection is a golden world, with golden light everywhere.

Jian was like being in a golden ocean, and her black robe was so out of place in the golden wall of protection.

"This is obviously the magic released by Fuyao. No one in the world can bypass her and enter the wall of protection."

"Except for me who is also a saint."

"Why is this?"

"Unless this is not Fuyao's power, but their power."

Although Jian easily entered the wall of protection, she did not look very happy.

Because she always felt that her trip was always calculated by some existence.

"It's been so long, are you still treating me like a chess piece?"

"I hope you're not playing with fire."

Following the trajectory of fate, Jian soon found Fuyao in the wall of protection.

Fuyao, the saint who dedicated freedom and everything to the world, was sitting in the golden light waves.

Her long red hair danced in the golden light waves like flames, and every strand of it exuded a sacred glow.

A pair of delicate dragon horns were slightly bent, flashing a faint golden light, as if carrying the highest secrets of magic and divine arts.

Her face was holy and solemn, and her closed eyes seemed to carry endless mercy and wisdom, making her look full of divinity.

This was the first time that Jian was so close to other saints.

Fuyao looked exactly like the saint Jian imagined, which reminded Jian of many bad memories.

When Jian saw the huge golden statue in front of Fuyao, his whole body couldn't help shaking.

Jian seemed to see Fuyao praying in front of the statue day and night in the past twenty years.

"How stupid! Your piety is worthless in His eyes."

"Is it worth it? For Him, you are willing to sit here for twenty years."

Hearing the words of Saint Jian, Fuyao turned her head and opened her eyes, her eyes full of clarity:

"It doesn't matter whether it's worth it or not. I'm just doing what I want to do."

This was the first time Fuyao and Jian met, but she always had a familiar feeling.

"Should I call you the Saint of Destiny, or the leader of the Dark Night Sect?"

"I prefer you to call me Jian, because I am just me."

This was the first time the two saints of the Temple of Light met. There was no tit-for-tat as imagined, but it was very harmonious.

"I know why you are here.

Come to me, I will not betray Him. "

Fuyao's tone sounded very calm, and she continued softly:

"You can go."

"Go do your thing."

"I won't stop you, and I hope you won't bother me."

Before coming here, Jian had thought about the scene after she met Fuyao many times.

She thought Fuyao would jump up and call her a traitor.

Jian even thought that Fuyao would try every means to kill her.

But she didn't expect Fuyao to be so indifferent.

Fuyao knew the purpose of Jian's trip before Jian even opened his mouth.

In the entire Cecil world, except for Jian, there is only one existence who knows everything about the incident.

"What did He tell you?"

Fuyao ignored Jian.

Jian was almost unable to control his anger: "You were deceived by Him."

"Are you really so willing, like a fish in a pond, to let others manipulate you? ”

“Don’t you want to jump out of this pond and take your own destiny into your own hands?”

This time, Fuyao finally returned to Jian:

“What happens after jumping out of this pond?”

“A fish can’t become a human after jumping out of a pond.”

“Only death.”

“Besides, I never think I’m a fish in a pond.”

“I, Saint Fuyao, am just doing what I think is meaningful.”

After hearing this, Jian was silent for a long time, and then spoke again after a while:

“Do you believe in Him so much?”

“He has never done anything for you, why are you so pious to Him?”

“Have you ever thought that the reason you are so pious to Him is because He wants you to be pious.”

This time, Fuyao did not answer Jian, but closed her eyes and prayed devoutly again.

Seeing that Fuyao was unmoved, Jian knew that her trip was in vain:

“One day, you will come to me on your own initiative, the day you see the truth. "

Speaking of this, Jian suddenly raised her head, her eyes passed through the bright wall of protection and fell on the unchanging face in the sky.

"What exactly is God?"

"Why should the world worship Him?"

Jian didn't know.

Because now, she just looked up at God.

Standing at the feet of God and peeping at Him, it is impossible to see His full appearance.

"I will see clearly."

"I will see everything about you."

"One day, I will stand above you and look down on you as you look down on me."