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Chapter 127 God Loves Man, God Is Dead

"Then will a divine child descend?" Qi Fei laughed upon hearing this.

He understood that the "god" that the Dragon Master spoke of was not a god in the religious sense, but a concept.

He laughed precisely because it was a concept.

"Of course!" Master Long looked at him. "The Divine Child is the future leader, possessing boundless wisdom, who will guide our cultivation."

Her voice suddenly turned as cold as ice.

"Don't cause any trouble. Otherwise, I'll risk my life to kill you."

From her words and actions, Qi Fei could tell that she was probably also a true cultivator.

Those discussions about the origin of the world, about cognition and reality, are not something that pseudo-Buddhist monks could say.

Only true practitioners of the Dharma would delve into these theories and contemplate the true nature of "God" at this level.

False practitioners only care about gathering followers and increasing their magical power; they don't care about the first cause or the ultimate goal.

Qi Fei sighed, a sigh that was hard to define—a mixture of helplessness and感慨 (gǎnkǎi, a complex emotion encompassing both regret and reflection). He then said something that no one present understood.

"The machine spirit is overjoyed and praises Omnesia."

Nobody knew what he was saying.

Praising a machine spirit is easy, but researching a machine spirit is difficult.

As they were talking, the group arrived at the palace.

A group of pregnant women sat scattered around the circular building in a special arrangement, each with a soft couch and a small table next to it, on which tea and fruit were placed.

Servants attended to his every need, serving him food and water, fanning him to keep away mosquitoes, and were very attentive.

These pregnant women were all wealthy and noble, used to being waited on hand and foot. They didn't feel uncomfortable at all here. They ate, drank, and chatted as usual, and the atmosphere was somewhat like an afternoon tea party for ladies of leisure.

Three days later, at night, the lake surface suddenly lit up with a silvery light, which grew brighter and brighter, as if someone had lit a huge lamp underwater.

The moon rose from behind the sand dunes in the east, large and round, like a polished bronze mirror hanging in the sky, illuminating the entire saltwater lake as if it were daytime.

As the moonlight rose, the surrounding environment became dreamlike.

Strange water ripples appear on the island, making one feel as if they are in the sea.

Then, the island they were on suddenly shook.

It wasn't an earthquake, nor was it a storm; it was as if something had flipped over beneath the island.

The island swayed gently and began to drift in the sea. Then, the shape of the island began to change. The edges extended and the outline blurred. The whole island was like a sleeping giant slowly awakening.

It turned into a whale.

A gigantic, luminous, dreamlike whale roams in the void where the sky and the sea are indistinguishable.

Its body is translucent, and you can see the stars twinkling inside its belly and the moon rolling on its back.

It swam slowly and gracefully, like a silent dance, drawing one huge arc after another between heaven and earth.

A voice suddenly rang out between the sea and the sky.

The sound was like a whale's song, a human voice, a god's whisper, and the whispers of countless people.

"God loves people."

Along with the sound came a message.

God is the origin of all things, the first cause, and the ultimate reason.

Because God loves mankind, mankind has become the most rational beings, the most aware of the origin of all things, and the most capable of understanding God.

This is great love.

"God is dead."

Another message came in.

Because God loved humanity, He gave humanity reason; to give humanity freedom, God died. God is no more, therefore humanity is free.

This is great compassion.

"We thank God for His great love and mercy."

The people of this divine association, out of gratitude to God, gathered together and formed an association.

They were not asking for God's blessing or begging from God, but expressing gratitude.

Thank God for giving them reason, thank God for giving them freedom, thank God for dying.

The pregnant women sat on the soft couches, listening to these words and feeling the information, and couldn't help but show expressions of gratitude on their faces.

Some had tears in their eyes, some clasped their hands together, and some lowered their heads with their lips moving slightly, as if they were reciting something.

Qi Fei looked at them and suddenly felt a bit complicated.

These people are closer to and understand "origin" and "ultimate reason" than pseudo-Buddhist monks. Yet they genuinely believe that such beings are "loving and compassionate."

The real world and the truth can be cold and painful.

The sound came again.

"Today, the Son of God will descend."

The Son of God is not the son of God, but the person who is closest to God, understands God best, and is best able to spread God's teachings.

He has always existed within the church, not in a tangible form, but in an intangible one.

He was the one who started spreading God's love and mercy.

Now he will transform from the formless into the tangible, from a concept into a physical entity, and descend to earth, solely to spread God's great love and mercy to more people.

And these pregnant women, regardless of who the father is or what their background is, may give birth to children who are the children of God.

"Let us praise God," the voice rang out again, solemn and slow, "Let the Son of God descend. You will become the Mother of God!"

A magical light shone down from the giant whale, enveloping the entire scene.

The light was neither white nor golden, but an indescribable, flowing, iridescent light like the surface of a soap bubble.

The pregnant women were bathed in colorful light, their faces reflecting red and green hues. Some had their eyes closed, some had their heads tilted back, some had their hands clasped together, and some had their lips moving slightly.

No one knows who is the Son of God or who is the Mother of God.

Even they themselves didn't know.

Qi Fei saw it.

Those dreamlike lights, under the light that he perceived as "reflecting shadows," took on a different appearance.

He spread his arms out.

"Distinguish the shadow!"

After Zhenfa used his magic to "Discern Shadows," the ball of light was no longer a small ball, but rose from his palm like a small sun, illuminating the entire island.

Where the light shines, the dream dissipates.

Where are the whales? Where is the deep sea? Where are the giant beasts that roam between heaven and earth?

But it was still that little island under the moonlight, that white palace, and those pregnant women sitting on soft couches.

The lake is still the lake, the sand is still the sand, and the moon is still the same moon.

All the dreamlike and illusory scenes are nothing but the magic of false magic!

And those so-called "children of God" floating in the air also revealed their true forms under the light of "Shadow Observation".

It was an inexplicable light, without shape or outline.

When the "Shadow Observer" shone on it, the ball of light trembled violently and let out a shrill scream.

"Someone's causing trouble!" The voice came from all directions, filled with exasperated anger, "True Dharma cultivator!"

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Immediately, more than a dozen guarding cultivators flew towards Qi Fei's direction.

They were going to kill Qi Fei on the spot!