Myth: The Spiritual Dominator
Chapter 55 Civilization
He didn't seem to notice the arrival, and he didn't seem to care. The sacred poetry still echoed in the hall, but this time, Cohen heard it clearly.
That is not the language used by the gods, nor is it the language that humans have simplified after listening to the divine speech. Cohen had never heard such a tone before, beautiful and mysterious, but not like a sound that could be produced by vocal cords. He felt like he was undergoing a baptism, and his soul seemed to become transparent and holy.
Vaguely, a sense of longing came from the soul. It is different from the yearning for beauty, it is more like the desire for 'completeness'.
But as God's masterpiece, Cohen didn't know where he was incomplete.
"May God forgive me."
Kneeling on the ground, Cohen prayed devoutly.
Although it was the first time she heard it, Cohen easily understood the meaning of the poetry of the creature in front of her. She was praising a supreme being. He caused the seventh month to rise from the Western Mountains and let spiritual light shine through the underworld. He is the great one who transcends time, the eternal King.
After a while, I don’t know how long it took, the empty hall fell into silence again as the last byte fell.
In the silence, Cohen heard footsteps approaching from far away. He raised his head, and it was the mysterious being who had recited poetry before.
He had never seen such clothes before. The white robe is woven from unknown things, nothing like the stems and leaves of plants. The hood hung slightly, covering the appearance of the visitor. Although Cohen did not feel that he had any appreciation ability, he still felt that this was more beautiful than the costumes of the gods on the sacred mountain.
This is a thought that shouldn't be had, but thinking that the other party might also be related to God, Cohen convinced himself.
A god can naturally do better than another god.
"Are you human?"
Under the hood, a soft and distant voice came. It was still the same strange language as before. Although he had never heard it before, Cohen could understand its meaning.
In his feeling, this language did not seem to be 'heard' by his ears, but was conveyed to his heart in another way.
"I am, Your Highness." He responded respectfully to the inquiry in front of him. Although he didn't know whether the other person was a god, Cohen still used the honorific title for God.
"Your Highness, I didn't mean to break in here. Just now, I was just planning to take a break—"
"I know."
The man in white in front of him interrupted Cohen's explanation.
"You came here through a dream, human being. Seven hundred years ago, the Lord brought sleep to all creatures on the earth. First it was plants, then animals, and then you humans."
"Eventually, even the gods will gradually learn to sleep. As the first intelligent life to dream, you are allowed to cross the seven spiritual realms and step into the temple of the Holy Mountain."
"——God also sleeps?"
He was stunned at first, and then a little horrified. Cohen's attention was completely attracted by the first half of the sentence. It was really hard for him to imagine that God could be forced into a 'dream'. This was something incomprehensible.
"It's not what you think."
Shaking her head, Evangelin glanced at the mortal in front of her and explained:
"Just like water, food and breath, they are an indispensable part of all things, but God can choose to accept or reject them. The same is true for sleep."
"I understand, thank you for answering my questions."
After calming down a bit, Cohen said respectfully.
God can refuse, which is in line with the simple logic of golden humans. As for whether the other party lied to him, humans at this time did not know what deception was.
"I don't know your honorable name yet, Your Highness. I am called by God to come here to see you. When I return to my tribe, I will definitely build a temple for you and your 'lord', so that no matter what day or night Even in the dark of night, there are still humans singing your greatness.”
Cohen did not raise his head, but he felt that a gaze looked at him for a while under the white hood.
"I am Evangeline, the angel who sings poetry, the embodiment of the music of the spiritual world. As you can imagine, according to the definition of the outside world, I am indeed a 'god'."
Shaking her head slightly, Evangelin said calmly:
"But the Lord doesn't need you to build temples or your faith, and I don't need them either."
"If you want, do something for me."
Slightly startled, Cohen did not expect to receive such a reply. But since God has a request, as a golden human being, he will naturally comply with it truthfully.
As for not having faith, Cohen accepted it easily. In fact, limited by the flaws of the golden human soul, the meager power of faith is not noticed by God. In this case, some gods do not even want mortals to sacrifice to them.
"Being able to serve you is the meaning of my existence, Your Highness."
Like every time he received a message from the oracle in the past, Cohen responded respectfully.
"Okay, what I want you to do is simple. Go up and write down what you can remember, and that's it."
The cold voice fell, and Evangelin pointed to the stone slab on the central stone platform.
Following the direction pointed by the 'God of Music', Cohen clearly saw that in the middle of the hall, there were two sculptures with wings on their backs kneeling on the ground. They raised their hands high, and together they held up a stone platform.
Above the stone platform, an ancient stone slab is floating there. During the ups and downs, Cohen vaguely saw something written on it, but when he looked carefully, he couldn't see it clearly.
For some reason, Cohen vaguely felt that the faceless god in front of him seemed very similar to the stone statue. If the two beings holding up the stone platform folded their wings and put on their hoods, the figure on the left would be exactly the same as hers.
".As you command, Your Highness."
Putting away his thoughts, Cohen stood up and slowly approached the stone platform. At first, he felt as if he was doing useless work, because no matter how 'close' he got, he still couldn't see clearly what was on the slate. Time passed by minute by minute, until at a certain moment, he finally saw the two symbols on the stone slab.
It was a kind of writing that he had never seen before. It was constantly changing, spinning up and down. But somehow, Cohen just understood what it meant.
'.Civilized years? '
In the next moment, endless knowledge poured into Cohen's mind. In the torrent of information, he almost lost his mind. Some he could understand, some he couldn't. When these were mixed together, he felt like his soul would be torn apart.
It seemed like a moment, and it seemed like a long time passed. In a daze, Cohen felt like he was jumping in the colorful tunnel, and then suddenly woke up next to the tree.
"Ho-"
Subconsciously covering his head, Cohen discovered that the infusion of knowledge had stopped. Disorganized things were mixed in his mind, but Cohen still found a lot of useful things from them.
"Civilization, what is it?"
Silently reciting the sentence that was first printed on the slate in his mind, Cohen knew about 'years', which was said to be the great power of the God King and God Queen. But 'civilization' was something he had never heard of before.
"King, what's wrong with you?"
"It's nothing, just a little uncomfortable."
Cohen's abnormality was noticed by passers-by, and when faced with other people's inquiries, Cohen responded casually.
Today's experience was really unforgettable for him, but thinking about the knowledge in his mind, maybe that was the treasure given to him by God to spread to all mankind.
So Cohen stood up and walked towards the temple being built.
Before, he was shocked by the magnificence and beauty of the temple, feeling that it was the pinnacle of human skill.
But now, he feels that he has not done enough.
God gave him knowledge, and he would not take it for himself. He will sort it out one by one and teach it to every golden human. Only skills originating from God can serve God better.
Walking on the compacted dirt road, Cohen was a little excited. However, what he didn't know was that at this moment, the King of the Gods, who had sent an oracle to let him build a temple, was watching him from the top of Mount Odiles.
From before falling asleep, while falling asleep, and after waking up, the God King had been watching him silently. He watched Cohen excitedly telling the humans around him about his previous experiences, teaching them various knowledge, and talking about the stone slab that contained mysteries.
"Humanity."
"So, what exactly do you want?"
Shaking his head, Cronus turned around and returned to his palace.
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