Chapter 258: Chapter 61 Awakening_4
In the past, Evans’s personality was somewhat unrestrained, but now, his face was stern as he gripped the bronze sword and viciously cleaved downward.
With a clanging collision, the bronze sword sank deeply into the boulder, a feat not achievable by ordinary Bronze Humanity but one result of the years Evans had spent refining himself.
“Honestly, I’m not too fond of those priests nowadays. The creator is gone, and everything seems to have undergone a massive change. Yet for me, even if I could split this stone with one sword strike, it wouldn’t change anything, but you’re different.”
Turning to gaze into Cohen’s eyes, Evans said solemnly,
“Your power is enough to shatter hills, sever rivers, and if you wish, you can put an end to the priests’ actions that you find dissatisfying. If you’re unhappy with the current state of Aurora, you could replace those priests and steer the human tribes in the direction you believe is right. If that is the case, why don’t you do it?”
“...”
After a long silence, under Evans’s expectant gaze, Cohen exhaled deeply.
“Because I don’t know what is right, Evans.”
“But you once told me about the Golden Age...”
“The Golden Humanity had unwavering faith, they believed that the gods were omniscient, omnipotent, and that they were flawless. This is how they understood the divine and how they expected themselves to be, which resulted in the Golden Age I told you about.”
Cohen looked at his friend and asked earnestly,
“What about you? Can you find an object for your thoughts now, telling yourself, ‘Striving in this direction is definitely right’?”
“...I cannot.”
The image of the Goddess of Hearthfire flashed through his mind, but Evans truly couldn’t convince himself as the goddess no longer responded to humans.
Muttering to himself, Cohen couldn’t help but compare the Olympian Gods.
“Such a god, perhaps, is the true ‘god’.”
Maybe the god worshiped by the Golden Humanity never existed, as this world may not harbor a being that aligns with human morality yet wields incomprehensible power.
Cohen sank into contemplation, and at a certain moment, he felt a thread of faith towards the world itself, which then quickly broke. However, once faith had arisen, it did not dissipate, and since Chaos would not accept faith, the power began to divide.
Some of it reached the earth, but Mother Earth was still slumbering, unaware of this slight occurrence. Some drifted into the Spirit Realm, but as Cohen was already a semi-devotee of the Spirit Realm, this raised no attention.
Yet some ventured into places they shouldn’t have.
At the far reaches of The Sky, beyond the touch of mortals, when this faith connected, a vague concept suddenly stirred.
This powerful and pure faith, brief as it was, seemed to break an equilibrium, making a colossal entity’s finger twitch unconsciously.
No one noticed this scene, only Atlas felt momentarily compelled to kneel down under the heavy pressure and then vanished quickly, leaving Atlas to wonder if it was merely an illusion.
“This... is....”
“...I...”
“...”
“...”
Imperceptible voices echoed at the edge of the heavens, then fell silent once more. Cohen’s contemplation was brief, and soon, everything returned to normal. As if nothing had happened, only the world itself bore witness to it all.
As the integration of the Nine Realms elevated the Origin of the world once more, the destiny that had seemed set in stone was rewritten yet again.