God Said, Let There Be Light!

"My god, what path should Spirit Hall's future take?"

"My god, Spirit Hall has fallen into decline. The imperial nobles want to control the number of Martial Soul Awakenings."

"My god, I killed people. I killed so, so many people. They were all supporters of abolishing Martial Soul Awakening. Am I guilty?"

"My god, the Great Priest is dead. I caused his death. He willingly died to protect me. I shouldn't have killed anyone. I am guilty."

Amid gentle, flawless white light, Qian Daoliu slowly opened his eyes. He instinctively looked at his hands, then lowered his head toward the white-robed youth kneeling before him beneath the Angel God Temple, clutching a bloodstained elderly corpse and weeping with his head lowered.

"..." Qian Daoliu stared blankly at the white-robed youth for a long while before looking down at his hands. He found himself standing directly above the Angel God Temple, surrounded by resplendent auspicious clouds and Variant Beasts. To his left and right were swords that judged evil and white wings that sheltered all living beings. Having served as the Great Angel Priest for his entire life, Qian Daoliu naturally understood what this position was. The Angel God Statue.

Yet this was the first time he had stood in this position, looking down upon the entire Angel God Temple and the youth below, whose white robes had been soaked through by tears and blood as he held the Great Angel Priest's corpse and wept.

He stood upon the divine platform, looking down at the white-robed youth below.

It was as though he could feel the confusion and sorrow that came from the depths of the other's heart—a helplessness born of shared feeling.

It was also as though he could feel the other's body warmth, as well as the stiff coldness