Myth: The Ruler of Spirituality

Chapter 507 - 145 The Prophet’s Admonition_2

"And to be honest, not many people support His Excellency’s proposal, and you know why,"

Indeed, Connios knew why because this was Silver Moon City, a city protected by the Magic Net personally arranged by the Deity. Here, it was spring all year round, with a natural bay serving as a fine harbor, and there was no lack of food and resources—it was the best place to live.

In comparison, the residents of Silver Moon City had at least heard something about the outside world. It was said to be wild and dangerous, with vastly different climates—the former had not been seen by many, but the latter was still evident. Just by comparing the lingering snow outside with the warmth of the city, everyone knew what to choose.

In such circumstances, the proposal of His Excellency Damian wasn’t widely accepted. After all, the residents of Silver Moon City couldn’t figure out why they would leave this divine gift of a city to face snowstorms and hardships.

"Don’t say that, Deo. I’m actually pretty confident about passing the test, it’s just that no one dislikes a bit more security. And honestly, don’t you think we have a bit too many people?"

Connios explained with a smile as he looked at the crowded throng around him.

To the humans of this era, it was difficult to imagine a city with a population of over a million people. After all, historically, the cities with a large population during classical times were without exception the capitals of great empires or the core of vast territories.

They relied on continuous water or land transport to support their operations, devouring resources from all directions day and night; without these, their existence would have been difficult to sustain, but Silver Moon City didn’t need all that.

They had the existence of witchcraft; they didn’t need other places to sustain them. With such a reckless display of Transcendent power, no problem was a problem, even with only one city, self-sufficiency was still possible.

"But our population will continue to grow, Deo, although I’m not one of those ’big shots’ and don’t know exactly how many people there are in this city, it’s definitely a number beyond my imagination."

"We will eventually fill this place and then have no choice but to venture out—since there is bound to be such a day, why not plan for it sooner?"

"Then since you are destined to eat two meals a day, why don’t you cram all your day’s food into one meal?"

Deo snorted lightly, jabbing a bit. In front of her, Connios just smiled nonchalantly.

...

"Cough cough—"

"Sit down, everyone, I don’t care about these formalities, and there’s no need for you to be so ceremonious in front of a dying man,"

In the vastness of The Temple, just like many years before, Nuo sat in his wheelchair.

Although it was inside The Temple, this place was not where the Deity was worshipped. The complex that enveloped the entire cliff had long since ceased to look like it did hundreds of years ago; other than the most central part of The Temple, other buildings of various purposes had risen around it.

Therefore, in this great hall usually used for meetings, the high-ranking officials of the church were gathered here. They looked at the man seated in the wheelchair with sad faces. Even though Nuo’s visage was the same as ever, everyone seated could sense the decay emanating from him.

Although most of them were users of Divine Arts, their bodies had acquired certain Transcendent qualities due to the constant bath in high concentrations of Sacred Power. No one would fail to recognize the sense that a life was nearing its end.

"There’s no need to look at me like that, cough cough, every human inevitably dies, it’s only a matter of sooner or later. I’m not here to see you sorrow for me. Let me take the time to arrange the last matters,"

Nuo said with a cough, smiling as he looked around.

A single generation’s time was not enough for an organization to decay, especially in an era when the Transcendent revealed their sanctity. Thus, he could proudly declare that everyone present was a devout believer, each endowed with exceptional abilities. Even if they had differing opinions, they were all striving only to make Silver Moon City’s future better and spread the Lord’s Faith.

However, a true sage always looks further ahead. Although Nuo never considered himself a sage or a prophet, by learning from the past downfall of Bronze Humanity, he learned many lessons. Therefore, meeting the gazes of everyone present, he spoke his first ’last words.’

"I have much I want to say... but most importantly, from the beginning, the church shall not have an immortal Patriarch."

Stroking the armrest of his wheelchair, Nuo’s voice was steady and unhurried.

"Life belongs to the Mortal Realm, the soul to my Lord. Those unwilling to return to the embrace of the Lord should naturally not become His spokesperson on earth."