He lay down, closed his eyes, and his soul left his body. He pushed open the door and entered the passage.
This time, he didn't go to the wrong place.
Jon landed steadily in the hall. To be precise, he didn't land. Instead, the light in the hall surged and combined to form a body for him.
With this, he could see that Helga's power had increased by a lot.
After standing in the hall for a while, Delaire flew in from the door.
"Long time no see, Your Highness. What's the matter?"
"I'm here to see the ancestor. Why hasn't the ancestor woken up recently?"
Delaire shook her head.
"I don't know when the Lord God will wake up, but looking at the recent state of the world, the Lord God should wake up at any time and start the next stage of evolution."
"How long will the evolution process last?"
The Garden Elf shook her head.
Jon also realized that he was too rash. He asked the wrong person about this.
"Forget it. You can leave now. I'll use God Qi's method to communicate with the ancestor."
"Yes, I hope you'll succeed."
The Elf quickly left. Jon looked at the huge golden statue of Helga in front of him and began to mobilize his soul power to try to get close to it.
At this time, he was actually somewhat like a priest in the Holy See.
Only devout faith could get a response from God. Fortunately, as a descendant of God, Jon didn't need to be so devout.
Just as Delaire had said, Helga's first stage of evolution was almost over. Recently, for some unknown reason, it hadn't woken up from its deep sleep. However, it wasn't particularly difficult to wake up. It only needed a certain amount of guidance from the outside.
Jon was that guidance now.
The prayer didn't last long. Jon felt that the magic power in the hall began to gather and converge to a higher level.
The divine power used by the gods was actually an advanced version of the magic power used by the Wizard. But in essence, it was still a kind of power formed by the accumulation of magic elements. And it was very obvious that the existence of the divine power itself was a little bit higher than the magic elements, but this kind of difference …..
Some of the gods had a more powerful essence. They needed to traverse the endless dimensions beyond the world, and in such moments, magical elements clearly could not be their support to traverse the Void. Magic existed in this world, providing the Deep Blue Sea with the basic power to bear the activities of the gods.
It could not be directly turned into divine power. There was a need for some transformation during this process.
Therefore, Jon immediately understood what Helga was doing in his sleep.
She was completing this transformation.
In this derivative world of the Demonic Celestial Castle, the most important part was obviously the floating island of the Demonic Celestial Castle. Even though Jon had played a role in this, it had to be said that he had successfully planted the roots of the name Demonic Celestial Castle in Helga's mind.
This was a very good thing.
At least it reminded Jon that in his mind, there were traces of living in another world or another dimension.
And this part of the floating island was an extension of Helga's divine kingdom. Obviously, the most basic part of Helga's divine kingdom was the garden, because that was where the World Tree grew. The honey badger was still lying in the garden, sleeping.
And at this time, the World Tree's growth was safe and sound, so Helga should be in a very good state.
It was just that he didn't know how long the statue in front of him would take to form.
The time it took to form was actually dependent on the stability and state of Helga's divine power, and the influence of this world on her.
Jon was waiting.
…..
"All good retribution is kindness; all evil retribution is sin."
On the distant continent, a huge sacrifice was being held in front of the White Tower.
Jon was suddenly there.
He became a bystander. Then he realized that this was the scene that Helga wanted him to see.
Helga was trying to create new life, and it was obvious that these people were the creatures that she had created.
Jon had read many books before, and many novels described the magical world of the West, which generally appeared under such circumstances.
This was not the scene of God creating the world, but it was as grand as the appearance of a miracle.
Perhaps the reason why Helga did not have time to pay attention to him was also because she was distracted here.
And after the sacrifice ended, there was suddenly a mighty sound of a bell in the sky.
Accompanied by the yellow setting sun, the sound of the bell reverberated in the wilderness, announcing the arrival of night.
This was naturally unusual, but the appearance of a miracle.
Amidst the clamor of kneeling and praising, Jon floated in midair, looking up at the sunset in the distance.
As if sighing with emotion at such a scene, he laughed softly.
"Jon, if one day you discover that this world is different from what you imagined, what will you do?"
Helga's voice sounded in his ears, asking such a question.
Jon was not surprised, but he felt that the time was not right.
Helga often discussed these philosophical questions with him, and if he was not here, Jon might think that this was the content of a lecture, but he heard a lot of fatigue in Helga's voice.
Then he fell into silence.
Helga's only belief after becoming a God was to re-create life in this world, to create a beautiful world that met her expectations. In such a world, there should not be the filth and struggle that she had seen in the real world.
But obviously, her idea was not realized.
Human nature was always very similar, no matter what kind of world it was, what kind of existence it was derived from. Unless, Helga turned everyone in this world into a spirit of the garden, an existence with only spiritual intelligence and no emotions. But Helga did not want to do that.
She wanted a real world, not an emotionless, fake prosperity where everyone was at her beck and call.
If she wanted such a world, why not build a city with steel?
So Jon said, "Ancestor, why do you have to do this?"
This world could never be as beautiful as people's dreams, it was always cruel, always terrible, always cold, always heartless.
Light only appeared occasionally as a decoration in this world, just like when the world was just born, most of the time it was pitch-black. Kindness and justice seemed simple but were actually very precious qualities, and Jon had lived for so long, but he rarely saw these characteristics in people.
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