Scene after scene appeared before his eyes.
Within the region around him, there were bursts of light.
What appeared in front of him was a huge lake.
The lake was incredibly large and wide, like an inland sea, and the bottom could not be seen.
However, unlike ordinary lakes, this lake was filled with a divine radiance. It was as if there was a massive power enveloping it, giving off a unique feeling of divinity.
Occasionally, one could see golden fish leaping about on the lake, as well as beautiful fairies playing around. It was an incredibly beautiful scene that could move one's heart.
At a glance, it was as if one had arrived at a legendary fairyland.
In the distance, at the center of the lake, there was a golden tree growing there. There were golden fruits on it, making it look incredibly unique.
The fruits were golden and seemed to have legendary patterns on them. They were incredibly unique, as if they contained the mysteries of the world, giving off a unique feeling.
"This … This is …"
Looking at this scene, the middle-aged priest was dumbfounded, feeling as if he was in a dream.
However, the scene before him made him feel extremely unique, and he had an indescribable feeling of déjà vu.
"The Golden Tree, the Fairy Lake …"
Standing there, he seemed to think of something, causing his heart to jump.
As if he had thought of something, he looked ahead towards the Golden Tree.
He saw a figure standing there with his back facing the Golden Holy Tree. He seemed to be mumbling to himself, saying something.
"Holy Mother!"
The middle-aged priest finally confirmed this.
Was this not the legendary Golden Garden of the Holy Mother?
In other words, this was the legendary Divine Realm.
In that case, the person standing under the Golden Tree …
Thinking to there, the middle-aged priest's heart jumped, and he quickly walked forwards.
He felt incredibly nervous as he slowly walked forwards, wanting to take a look.
As he thought to himself, he slowly got up and walked forwards.
As if sensing his thoughts, an invisible bridge appeared in all directions and was built on top of the golden lake in an instant.
Above the lake, a faint golden light appeared.
This golden divine bridge was brilliant. At first glance, it was incomparably resplendent, giving off a dazzling and eye-catching feeling.
Just by walking on it, one could feel an indescribable sense of sacredness, a deep sense of history.
The middle-aged priest had the mentality of a pilgrim. He slowly walked in and walked across the golden bridge.
Along with his actions, waves of information appeared.
These were the various stories of the past, as well as the epic scenes of the Holy Mother saving the world. At this moment, they were displayed so clearly in his mind.
As he walked on the golden bridge and sensed the information that appeared in his mind, the middle-aged priest's eyes were filled with tears. At this moment, he could not help but cry.
An indescribable feeling welled up in his heart.
"Almighty and merciful Holy Mother …"
He muttered to himself as he quickened his pace and quickly approached.
And in front of him, it seemed to have sensed his arrival.
Under the Golden Holy Tree, a figure stood there alone. At this moment, he appeared just like that.
He seemed to have sensed something and silently turned around, looking in the direction of the golden bridge.
The moment he turned around, his appearance was completely revealed, and it was revealed at this moment.
Following this, under the middle-aged priest's gaze, a youth's figure appeared.
The youth did not look too old, only 15 or 16 years old. However, his appearance and outline were astonishing. He had a beauty that seemed to be at the pinnacle of the world, and he had a suffocating charm.
He wore a pure white robe that was inscribed with numerous striations, and he seemed to be extremely natural. He carried a divine and inviolable aura and charm, causing others to be unable to forget him with a single glance.
What was most difficult to ignore was his eyes. There were rays of gold in them, as if they were the eyes of a god. They were incredibly holy and extraordinary, making it hard for anyone to forget.
"Holy Mother …"
Looking at the youth's appearance, the middle-aged priest paused and was dumbfounded, not knowing what to say.
According to the legends, the figure standing under the Golden Holy Tree was undoubtedly the legendary Holy Mother.
It was just that, according to the legends, the Holy Mother should have the appearance of a woman.
However, the figure standing under the Golden Holy Tree was a youth.
The youth's appearance was incredibly beautiful, and his charm was suffocating. It was as if he had gathered the Spirit Qi and essence of the world, making people feel amazed.
However, some traces and shadows of the Holy Mother could be seen on his appearance. They seemed similar, but there were also great differences.
The middle-aged priest was confused, but he could find an explanation for this.
After all, the statue was made by mortals. From the past until now, after such a long time, the Holy Mother's appearance had changed, and it had even deviated from her original appearance. This was something very normal.
However, what was going on with this youth in front of him?
The legendary Virgin Mary was supposed to be a woman.
Why was it a youth in front of him?
"Could it be … in this era, the Holy Mother is going to change again and take on the appearance of a man?"
Standing where he was, the middle-aged priest's heart jumped, and his imagination automatically filled in the blanks, "To the high and mighty, the so-called gender might just be a matter of a thought."
That's right.
To the legendary Holy Mother, if she was willing, she could probably turn into a man with a thought and appear in the appearance of a man. It would be a simple matter. It was nothing at all.
Moreover, in the legends of the Church of the Holy Mother, there was indeed a story of the Holy Mother transforming into a youth and saving the world.
In the legends, the Holy Mother had once transformed into a prince of a country and stood up before a disaster, saving everything in that country.
The scene in front of him might represent that scene from the past.
At this moment, various thoughts flashed through the middle-aged priest's mind, and his expression became more and more fervent.
A vast wave of divine power appeared on his body.
At this moment, he felt that his soul was extremely pure and natural, as if it had fused with the Divine Realm around him.
Without a doubt, this was a rare good feeling. It was an indescribable feeling that made one want to continue like this forever.
However, in front of him, the youth who seemed to be the Holy Mother was still standing there. At this moment, he seemed to be looking at him, and a faint smile appeared on his face.
"You should go back."
A soft voice rang out, echoing at this moment. It was exceptionally gentle, and one could not help but feel good about it.
Following this, the middle-aged priest came to a sudden realization.
As the youth spoke, everything around him seemed to start changing.
All sorts of supreme scenes started to appear, and in front of him, the middle-aged priest felt the changes.
In front of him, the golden Golden Holy Tree started to shine brightly.
The dazzling light spread out and enveloped his body. Then, it slowly moved forward and pushed him out of this place.
In an instant, the space around him pressed down on him from all directions, and scenes of nothingness appeared one after another.
In that instant, the priest seemed to see scenes from epics.
There was a Prince on an expedition, and there was a massacre on the battlefield …
There was the birth of the Holy Mother, and tears of blood dripped …
There was also a youth standing alone under the Golden Holy Tree. His expression was melancholic, and he seemed to be worried.
Scenes appeared in his mind, and they coincided with the scenes recorded in the epics.
"No!"
At night, in a spacious room, the middle-aged priest suddenly woke up and instinctively shouted.
However, he was immediately stunned.
This was because in front of him, he was no longer in the Golden Holy Realm, but in his own room.
He did not know when, but he had left that place and returned to the real world.
Right now, he was in his own room.
Realizing this, he felt a sense of loss. He sat on the bed for a long time before he got up and walked to the window sill.
Outside the window, a series of street lights appeared, shining in all directions.
Occasionally, he could see people hurrying around, and it was a peaceful scene.
It was already nighttime, and from the looks of it, it was already very, very late.
"Was it just a dream?"
Standing where he was, the middle-aged priest muttered to himself. At this moment, his mind was still filled with the scenes from just now.
The scene from before was still lingering in his mind. It was so real that it was almost impossible for him to forget it.
If what he had just experienced was just a dream, then it would be too ridiculous.
The middle-aged priest could clearly feel that the scenes just now were different from a dream.
Also, the face of the youth under the Golden Holy Tree in his dream was still appearing in his mind.
If one were to say that one could dream of such things, then it would be too strange.
Or could it be …
"The great Holy Mother …"
He stood there alone with a pious expression on his face, "Is this really your will?"
If not for the great Holy Mother's will, how could he have dreamed about those things just now?
It was just that …
What was the great Holy Mother trying to tell him by making him dream about these things?
This thought flashed through his mind, and he did not know what to say at this moment.
Standing where he was, he thought for a long time before suddenly turning around and walking to the side.
He moved very quickly, and very quickly, he left the room he was in and walked to the side.
His destination was none other than the church that he usually stayed at.
For a priest, the location of the church was where he belonged. It was both his work and the place that he worked for his entire life.
As such, he lived very close to the church, and very quickly, he arrived there.
However, to his surprise, when he walked into the church, the door inside was not closed.
"Is there anyone else who hasn't left?"
He was somewhat surprised as he walked in and arrived at the hall where he usually gave speeches.
The hall of the church was very large, and the decorations were very extravagant. At a glance, it gave off a dignified atmosphere.
Of course, the most important thing was still the statue of a god.
The statue was very large, and it took up a lot of space in this place. Its image was the image of the legendary Holy Mother.
In the past, the middle-aged priest would stand under the statue and give speeches to the surrounding believers.
However, this time, he felt different.
Usually, he would stand in front of the statue and speak on behalf of the Holy Mother Church, giving speeches to the surrounding believers.
At this time, there were no more people giving speeches in front of him.
He walked up from the bottom of the stairs, just like a pilgrim, and simply walked into it.
He didn't know if it was an illusion, but this time, he seemed to feel something unusual.
He had seen the scenery in this church many times.
He had grown up in this place, so he was already familiar with everything around him. There was not the slightest hint of unfamiliarity.
But today, this time, he felt a sense of unfamiliarity.
There was something different about his surroundings.
A ray of golden light appeared in front of him.
"This is …"
Sensing this golden light, the middle-aged priest instinctively rubbed his eyes and was stunned.
This was because at this moment, he saw many unusual things.
As he watched, rays of golden light appeared on the statue in front of him.
Divine power emerged, and golden light shone brightly.
Mysterious patterns enveloped the entire church, making it look incomparably divine and resplendent.
This power was holy and resplendent, making one feel incredibly pure and calm. It was quite extraordinary.
However, to the middle-aged priest, the power that appeared in front of him was exactly the same as the power he felt in his dream.
The resplendent and warm feeling was exactly the same as in his dream.
"This is not a dream …"
His eyes were filled with tears, and his face was filled with excitement. He did not know what to say to express his excitement.
"Merciful Holy Mother … you've finally awakened and spread your light to your believers …"
He was filled with excitement as he muttered to himself.
At this moment, he was filled with fervor.
This state lasted for a very, very long time.
Following this, some sounds came from outside.
A series of clear and crisp sounds could be heard. It sounded like a series of footsteps.
Hearing these sounds, the priest came back to his senses and stopped what he was doing as he looked behind him.
Behind him, a shadow appeared, following which a figure slowly walked over.
It was a young man's figure.
The young man did not look very old, only around 15 or 16 years old. He was wearing a black priest robe and looked quite outstanding.
Looking at the young man, the middle-aged priest let out a sigh of relief.
"It's already so late; why haven't you left yet?"
Standing on the spot, he looked at the young man walking over from behind and said so.
"I discussed it with big sister Fang and the others."
Hearing the middle-aged priest's words, the young man smiled and said, "The church needs someone on duty every day. Guard this place."
I've been free for the past few days, so I've come to stay. "
"Is that so …"
The priest nodded and came to a realization.
"Priest, you … why did you come here in the middle of the night?"
Silently walking up to the priest, the young man looked at the priest before him, his expression a little strange as he opened his mouth and asked.
"I …"
The middle-aged priest opened his mouth and was about to explain, but he stopped himself and said, "I had some things to do, so I came to take a look."
The young man looked at the priest and did not continue to ask, only nodding.
Following this, he silently walked to the side and started to fiddle with the candles and some other things.
These were all his daily tasks.
"Do you think … the Holy Mother really exists?"
Standing on the spot and watching the youth's movements, the middle-aged priest hesitated for a moment before suddenly speaking.
Hearing this, the young man's body paused.
"I believe that the Holy Mother will always exist."
He turned and looked at the priest as he said seriously, "Moreover, she exists right next to us."
"Really?"
Hearing the young man's reply, the middle-aged priest felt quite surprised, "Why do you think that?"
"Because I believe."
The young man smiled and said softly, "Some things, before truly seeing and observing them, will always be at the boundary between existence and non-existence.
"The boundary between humans and gods is very clear. Perhaps with our power as mortals, we will never be able to see the Holy Mother's existence, but she truly does exist and is currently affecting us.
"A person's faith is a form of sustenance and also a form of power.
"Perhaps, to most people in this world, the so-called Holy Mother is just a fictional story …"
"But …"
Standing there, the young man paused before smiling, "To me, as long as I'm alive, as long as those who believe in the Holy Mother are still alive, the Holy Mother exists.
"As long as I exist, she will exist with me; when I disappear, she will die with me …
"This is faith …"
The young man's voice was incredibly soft, but it contained a deep sense of determination and will, which was incredibly infectious.
Standing there, listening to the young man's words, the middle-aged priest could not help but look at him in a different light.
The young man's words were not that complicated.
However, the will and faith that he revealed was what truly moved him.
If a person had such willpower and conviction, he wouldn't be an ordinary person.
"You …"
He inwardly sighed and was about to say something when he suddenly froze.
Because in front of him, under his gaze, rays of faint light were appearing one after another.
A faint golden light appeared on the young man's body.
This light was warm, pure, and resplendent, as if it was the purest light, giving off an indescribably unique feeling.
However, the middle-aged priest could feel that this light was the same as the light coming from the Holy Mother statue …
It was exactly the same.
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