CHAPTER 500: CHAPTER 430: NONE HAVE THE ALMIGHTY POWER LIKE GOD

Love God Lian Xidi descended into Hell.

Everywhere she looked, the sights of suffering imprinted themselves on her vision, each one striking her Divine heart with shock and dismay.

Even the first level of Hell could not help but make Lian Xidi feel an intense sadness, let alone the deeper levels.

The deeper into Hell, the more terrifying it became. Thinking of her own daughter’s whereabouts, Love God Lian Xidi’s heart clenched with worry, her face showing her sorrow.

She continued downward, the souls trapped in Hell—some mistaking her for a shortcut to escape—fawned over her. But upon realizing her actual intent, they quickly turned cold, discarding her like a worn shoe.

Lian Xidi frowned deeply; she felt that anyone who came to Hell would not harbor a favorable impression of the souls here.

It wasn’t just because of the suffering and punishment of Hell. More importantly, the majority of souls serving their penance here were never of good nature. Many had died as sinners; where would they find a longing for goodness?

And if they longed for goodness and sought to atone sincerely, how could they remain in Hell?

Hell... is a gathering place for sin.

Thinking of this, Love God Lian Xidi grew even more worried, her anxious thoughts entwining around her spirit like morning glories. She was constantly concerned for her daughter Mira, her child and the only being of her created race, although that race consisted of only Mira herself.

Lian Xidi did not pause along the way, regardless of how the souls wailed, begged, cursed, or praised... The Love God acted as if she saw nothing, until she finally slowed her pace upon reaching the burning sea of Hell, beginning to search for Mira’s figure.

The stones beneath her feet were as red as blood, their scorching temperature causing palpitations. Yet the souls suffered here, enduring flames that could roast their spirits, day after day, year after year.

Lian Xidi knew all too well, Hell was never meant for the kind-hearted. But didn’t Mira understand this? Mira had lived in this place for so long, surrounded by the agonized screams of tortured souls. If she herself were to stay here, the wailing would surely drive her to madness.

Soon, a small house erected amidst the flaming Hell appeared before her. It was made from the reddish soil and stone of the place, looking so monotonously dull it was hard to imagine anyone could live there without utter boredom.

Lian Xidi slowed her steps. She took a deep breath and, upon reaching the door, lifted her hand to gently knock.

A moment later, a familiar voice came from inside.

"Who is it?"

Mira opened the door, her face showing surprise,

"Mom..."

Lian Xidi looked at Mira, her eyes filled with pain,

"Mira, you have stayed here far too long... longer than many sinners."

Mira slowly came to her senses, a smile appearing on her face as she took her mother’s hand,

"Not long, not long. To me, sometimes staying here is happier than being in Heaven."

With that, the girl turned and called into the house:

"Anos, Anos!

My mom is here!"

Lian Xidi’s brow furrowed. She had, of course, heard of Anos, once co-Emperor with Danschel, and it was because of the latter that her child had come to live in Hell.

After a moment, from the depths of the house, a woman dressed as simple as a prisoner emerged. Her demeanor was dignified and graceful, and when she introduced herself to Lian Xidi, it was with a humility that slightly improved Lian Xidi’s impression of her, but not by much.

She had come here to persuade Mira to leave Hell.

Even in the presence of Anos, Lian Xidi did not hesitate to say:

"Mira, it is time for you to leave this place.

Hell is not for you; you are Mira, a child born of Heaven."

Mira looked astonished,

"Why? Mother, I’m fine here."

Lian Xidi didn’t care about what Mira had said. To Her, it was just the girl’s momentary thought. Her gaze fell upon Anos and She slowly said:

"Mira, why do you still want to stay here?

Is it for Anos whom you speak of?

You can wait for her in Heaven. After all, one day she will have atoned for her sins, won’t she?

If you truly cannot let go, I can make it so you no longer love her. You know, I am the Divine concerned with love."

...

...

Above the Cloud Sea.

"Oh God... Most parents in the world like to interfere with their children."

Kneeling on one knee before the throne, Solamus spoke softly:

"Ever since Lian Xidi learned that Mira stayed in Hell, She has been unable to rest easy, tossing and turning, suffering sleepless nights. No matter how I tried to persuade Her, She was determined to make a trip to Hell, just to bring Mira back.

I find it quite amusing."

Chen Yi was well aware of this.

Long before, Lian Xidi had begged to be informed about Mira’s destiny. That "Love" Divine so doted on Her own child, so overly concerned that She even wished Mira to seek Her approval in everything.

However, no matter how much Lian Xidi begged, I still did not reveal Mira’s destiny.

"Solamus, even Lian Xidi won’t be able to separate Mira and Anos. She could only return empty-handed,"

Chen Yi said softly.

Solamus smiled, and after a moment, he lowered his gaze and said:

"God, even though I laughed at Lian Xidi’s folly, I found it funny but also couldn’t help pondering.

Why do parents like Lian Xidi so desperately wish to interfere with their children?

Don’t they understand that their children have their own freedom?"

Chen Yi looked at Solamus with interest,

"So, what did you come up with?"

At this moment, Solamus raised his face and answered earnestly:

"Thinking over and over, I believe it’s probably due to capability.

People always walk on the path called ’destiny,’ which is full of hardships and countless forks. No one knows which path is absolutely correct or which will lead to a cliff of destruction.

Perhaps some paths are rough but righteous, while others are smooth yet wicked. Until one truly reaches the end, it is difficult to know the final outcome.

Those parents do not have the ability, to be precise, to catch their child when they walk to the edge of a cliff and stumble off. All they can do, when their children step onto a dubious path, is to try their utmost to make their children reconsider and follow the path they have planned."

After saying this, Solamus paused and then continued in a low voice:

"All of this is understandable, after all, no one has the divine power like that of God."