In his later years, as his life slowly came to an end, Ahenaten began to fear death. He was afraid of the feeling of his body weakening bit by bit. He felt that death was coming closer and closer to him. Thinking back to his glorious life, he did not want it to end like this.
He thought back to the tall figure he had met when he was young, the Archangel Faross, who had held his hand and told him that he would one day become a human king. The Oracle who had given him the golden blood and the divine sword, the man who had passed on the knowledge of the gods to him. He wanted to see that man again. Even if he died, he wanted to go to the Divine Kingdom and become an immortal being like that man!
Ahenaten began to build a temple to the Goddess of Light. Like a devout believer, he knelt before the statue of the Goddess of Light every day and prayed.
In the last two years of his life, he used the gold he had collected and asked the best craftsmen to cast a pure gold statue of the Goddess of Light. With the help of the entire kingdom, he built a temple that was even more luxurious than his own palace. He declared the Church of Light to be the national religion and declared himself a believer of the Goddess of Light.
Behind each statue of the Goddess of Light, there was a masked Oracle holding a scepter. This was the Archangel of the Goddess of Light, Faross. He was also the man who gave the King of Light divine enlightenment and divine blood!
Inside the temple, there were many priests in white robes and pure goddesses who served the gods. Ahenaten, the Golden King, prayed for many years and tried everything he could, but he never got to see the gods, until the night of his death!
In the spacious palace, a fire was burning in the fireplace, and the floor was covered with a rare bearskin rug made from white bears. Ahenaten wore a golden crown inlaid with jewels and sat on a recliner.
Ahenaten's hair was white, his face was wrinkled, and his eyes were covered with a layer of white veil. He gently wiped the divine sword that the Oracle had given him years ago. He was a heroic lion who had conquered the world, but now he no longer had the strength to wield his sword.
Ahenaten sighed. In a trance, he saw a shadow walking towards him. Ahenaten immediately raised his head. Even though he was a lion past his prime, he still had the majesty of a king.
"Ahenaten, why do you want to see me?"
Ahenaten saw a figure wearing a white robe and a mask standing in front of him. The white mask with the pattern of the sun and the familiar body made Ahenaten shiver.
"It's you? Are you really here? Or am I hallucinating? "Ahenaten's voice was a little hoarse, but he was extremely excited!
Lu Zhiyu stood in front of Ahenaten, his eyes filled with sorrow. The boy from back then had grown so old. The soft knife of time was the scariest. "Ahenaten, you've done well. You are the first king of the human race, and your name will be recorded in the history books of the human race!"
Ahenaten yelled, "But this is not what I want!"
Lu Zhiyu asked in confusion, "That's not what you said in the past. You chose this fate yourself. You became the king of mankind. You have power, status, fame, women, money, and so on. You have it all. What else are you dissatisfied with?"
Ahenaten looked at Lu Zhiyu, then stood up shakily. He stared at Lu Zhiyu's young body and powerful palms with passionate eyes. So many years had passed, yet time had not left a single mark on Lu Zhiyu's body.
"But I will still die. When I grow old, I will understand that all of this is but a passing cloud. Only you, and only God, are eternal! I want to be like you. I want to live forever! "
Lu Zhiyu could not help but laugh. He said the same thing he had said back then, "You are too greedy!"
Ahenaten walked towards Lu Zhiyu and said angrily, "No, I have completed the mission you gave me. You should repay me!"
Lu Zhiyu shook his head. "We did not give you any mission. The choice of fate is in your hands. You chose your own fate. I have told you before that God gave you life, wisdom, and great power. He also gave you a fertile land and a whole world. Do you think God will satisfy all your desires and demands?"
Lu Zhiyu looked into Ahenaten's eyes. "God is not your family's servant. We gave you the right to choose your own fate. If you are dissatisfied, you should find a way to change your own fate instead of blaming God for everything."
Lu Zhiyu sighed. "You've never done anything for us. Everything you've done is for yourself. But greed has made you dissatisfied. What you can't have is the best!"
Ahenaten immediately shouted. He looked around and waved his hands, a crazed look in his eyes. "I can give you anything in exchange. Money, power, women, anything, as long as you give me a young body!"
Lu Zhiyu chuckled. "Everything you have was given to you by us. Are you going to give me what I gave you in exchange?"
Lu Zhiyu had no intention of continuing the conversation with Ahenaten. He turned around and disappeared in a ripple. Seeing this, Ahenaten immediately chased after him. "No, you can't go. I have completed your mission. You can't do this. You owe me this. You liars! Liars!"
Ahenaten roared crazily in the hall, destroying everything in sight. Finally, he fell to the ground like a child. "Don't go, don't go …"
At that moment, the guards outside rushed in and saw Ahenaten lying on the ground. His eyes had lost focus. He had died in his own palace. In his arms, he was still tightly holding onto the divine sword that Lu Zhiyu had given him years ago. His eyes were staring at a painting on the wall. It was a painting of a man giving a bag of seeds and a sword to a young man under the setting sun!
"The king … the king is dead!"
The guards cried out in panic as they ran out. The news of the death of the Golden King, Ahenaten, immediately spread throughout the City of Gold. The succession of the throne continued. Ahenaten's son took over his position and continued the Golden Dynasty.
Lu Zhiyu suddenly wanted to visit the old Ahenaten. He had to admit that many things had changed in the past few decades. The feeling of being outside the world was completely different from being inside it.
Ahenaten envied immortality only because Lu Zhiyu's flow of time was different from his own. Lu Zhiyu was not immortal like he had imagined.
But seeing how fragile Ahenaten was in the face of time, Lu Zhiyu was also shocked and terrified by life and death. "Can I really be immortal?"
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