Jing Jiu wasn't in a hurry to go there. He observed it carefully for a while.
The protective shield was located above the troposphere, which was why it couldn't block the rain or the wind.
He reached out his finger to sense the wind speed, and soon calculated that the surface of the building should have been damaged more severely based on the erosion rate of the wind and rain.
The traces of war on this prairie were evident, indicating that this place was the main battlefield of the invasion of the Dark Sea. But why was that building still preserved?
The lines on the stone pillars were not the lines of the amulet scripts, nor did they have the fluctuation of the formation.
It seemed that the inheritance of the female priest had nothing to do with the ascendants. … …
The sand dune gradually moved up to his feet, and then continued moving upward until it swallowed his body in the end.
A moment later, the sand grains stopped moving, as if nothing had happened.
In the deep end of this heavily deserted prairie, an intermittently visible glow appeared.
The glow gave off an exceedingly sharp feeling, as if nothing could stop it from moving forward.
With a soft hum, the light disappeared.
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The magnificent building was the main praying hall on the Stargate Planet. It was similar to the Fire-Passing Pagoda in other cities, except that it was hundreds of times larger.
Perhaps it was because the female priest lived here, but this building didn't have too much of a modern civilization. Of course, it didn't mean that this place was primitive. However, the high-tech devices were all hidden in the huge rocks, like the devices that generated the gravitational field of the military level, which looked like a few stone statues.
There were seven meditation rooms on the east side of the praying hall and a small Zen garden surrounded by four walls. There was an ancient well in the garden, and a few green bamboos were planted in the corner, looking indescribably beautiful when the sunlight shone down from the sky.
Buzz!!! The water in the well moved slightly, and a figure flew out and landed in the middle of the few green bamboos. The bamboos looked a bit livelier.
Looking at the few green bamboos, Jing Jiu thought of the bamboos in the small village, the bamboos in front of the manor cave of Bai Rujing on the Tianguang Peak, and the bamboos that had been moved to the Three-Thousand Nunnery by that kid …
Jing Jiu felt a bit livelier.
With the protection of the Sword Qi, even though he had traveled two hundred kilometers underground, his blue sportswear was not damaged at all. Only the strap of his black backpack was worn out. He kneaded the worn tape into a wisp of green smoke, walked to the edge of the well, and looked down. After watching the gradually calming water for a while, he turned around and left.
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The main hall of the praying hall was unimaginably large. The dome was about three hundred meters high, and the walls painted with the paintings of the distant ancient civilization and gods seemed to have no end.
There was always an end, even if it was the universe.
At the end of the hall was a gray curtain that hung from the dome to the ground. It was unknown what material it was made of, but its surface was extremely smooth, without a single wrinkle.
If this was the representation of the sky, no one could raise any objections.
On the other side of the gray curtain was a quiet and spacious stone room. Candles were lit on both sides of the stone steps, and there was sunlight shining in from an unknown source.
There was a praying mat on the bluestone floor, the edges of which were badly worn.
A black-haired woman was sitting on a praying mat. She was dressed in white ceremonial robes and had a golden belt around her waist that represented her noble status.
The golden belt was as smooth as the curtain, devoid of any wrinkles.
Her black hair fell down like a waterfall, but it was very regular and tidy, as if every strand of her hair had its own place and would never be overstepped.
The woman had a mild expression on her face, her eyes and brows gentle. She exuded an aura of being aloof from worldly affairs and tranquil water.
She was the most honorable and highest-ranking priestess on this planet.
It was unclear how old this female priest was, but her eyes and brows seemed to indicate that she had been thinking too much.
With the sky-like gray curtain in front of her, this room seemed to have no dome, leading to the sea of stars in the universe.
She sat here in Silence, as if she had been sitting here for a great many years.
There was no incense burning in the room, and the burning flames didn't give off any peculiar smell.
There were no gorgeous decorations here, only a small bowl made of celadon placed in front of her.
The ceramic bowl was filled with clear water, with three pink flower petals floating on the surface of the water. They were motionless, as if they were fake.
A gust of gentle wind blew over from nowhere.
The wind was so weak that it couldn't even tousle her hair or her clothes; it was impossible to even sense it.
Yet, the flower petals on the surface of the ceramic bowl started drifting slowly.
The female priest lifted her head to look at the gray curtain in front of her, her peaceful gaze showing a hint of excitement, as if she intended to see the truth of history from this patch of sky.
No truth could be seen on the other side of the gray curtain, save for a figure.
"Do you believe in the existence of god?"
The female priest asked softly while looking at the figure on the curtain.
"No," replied that person.
Thinking of the conversation between this person and the main preacher in Shou 'er City, the female priest asked with a faint smile, "Why did you come here today?"
"I have something to ask you."
The person on the other side of the sky curtain was none other than Jing Jiu. His voice was devoid of any emotion.
The female priest knew that he wouldn't come in, so she didn't answer his question directly. "The distant ancient civilization and the Sea of Dark Matter perished together, but they arranged for their own resurrection and prepared countless methods," she said. "They could know and calculate everything. Isn't it a god?"
"Did that person really exist?" pressed Jing Jiu.
The priestess said, "God does not need to prove his existence, but he has indeed left his footprints in the world. From the main planet to every colonial planet we have recovered, including the one you are standing on, his footprints are all there."
Thinking of the Mecha buried in the mud in the warehouse of the museum, Jing Jiu said, "That Mecha is very backward."
The female priest wasn't surprised that he could find the footprints left by god. "Look, this is the so-called connection," she said with a faint smile.
"How did you know about me?" asked Jing Jiu.
He was certain that the information in the laboratory hadn't been leaked out. Even if some ascendants had noticed him through the "Path Toward Heaven" and the Twirling Rain Company, this female priest shouldn't have come to the conclusion that he was the new god.
The female priest said softly, "We've been looking for or waiting for you in the world for many years; so it's easy for us to notice some traces."
As for the top-secret information of the military … it was not difficult for the female priests at the highest level of the belief chain in the Federation of the Milky Way to learn about it.
"When did you notice me?" asked Jing Jiu.
The female priest replied, "From the moment you came to the laboratory."
Jing Jiu thought it was quite early, asking, "How did you find me after I left?"
The female priest said with a faint smile, "A rumor suddenly appeared in an underground neighborhood … It was said that a game hall was haunted. As you know, people like us are good at playing tricks on people, so we are very careful about such things … "
Jing Jiu didn't continue this topic, asking, "What is a female priest?"
"We are responsible for passing on the distant ancient civilization," the female priest said softly. "In the beginning, human beings didn't believe in what we said, and they even persecuted and hunted us down like witches. It wasn't until the civilization gradually recovered and many traces of the distant ancient civilization were discovered on various planets through archeology that they accepted the existence of god."
"How do we pass on the teachings?" asked Jing Jiu.
The female priest replied, "We don't leave any words. The priests of each generation pass it on by word of mouth, and then recite it in our minds every day, hoping that we won't forget any words."
It sounded simple, but it was actually very difficult.
The memory of human beings would decline, and what was more troublesome was that as time went by, many memories of the distant past would naturally disappear.
Even after he was reborn as a sword, he had forgotten many of the scenes in the palace, let alone these ordinary female humans.
If these female priests wanted to remember the knowledge passed on to them by their predecessors, they had to repeat it every day. The hardship was unimaginable.
Only then did Jing Jiu understand why the selection of priests valued literature and history so much, and he more or less understood the meaning of the word "quiet".
"All the traces of the distant ancient civilization are in your memory?"
"We are just ordinary human beings, but we can endure loneliness better than others. We are not omniscient and omnipotent gods, so how can we remember all the details of such a vast civilization?"
The female priest explained patiently, "In the beginning, there were a total of three thousand female priests, and now there are only seven hundred left. Every female priest only needs to remember their part of the teachings."
"What are you responsible for remembering?" asked Jing Jiu.
The female priest said softly, "Besides the history and general knowledge that all the female priests have to remember, the content I'm responsible for is the least useful … is the art."
Thinking of the famous art gallery in Shou 'er City, Jing Jiu agreed with her modest statement. It was indeed useless.
As for the history, it must be the dark age when the distant ancient civilization and the Sea of Dark Matter perished together. What about the general knowledge?
"What does the new god mean?" asked Jing Jiu.
This was what he came here to do today.
He had read the mind of the main preacher and knew that this female priest was looking for a new god; but why was she looking for a new god?
He didn't need to think about it. Now that he was going to come to the surface of the earth, he might as well come here and ask her about it.
As for the superior status and identity of the female priest on this planet, it was not something he considered.
This was a secret known only to the female priests and their most trusted subordinates. Being exposed by Jing Jiu, the female priest didn't feel surprised at all. On the contrary, she became more respectful and bowed to the figure outside the screen.
God was omniscient and omnipotent.
"The last will of the gods before they left was to ask the humans to wait for the new god to appear."
Prostrating on the ground, she continued, "I've waited for many years until you appeared."
"Why me?" asked Jing Jiu.
The female priest replied, "Because you are omnipotent, and you come from another world."
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