CHAPTER 501: CHAPTER 431: SHARING GOD’S MIGHTY POWER

Solamus said this because, as the leader of the Great Angels, he had personally witnessed the miracle of Rebirth Day.

At that time, it was like the apocalypse had arrived, the earth was in distress, and everything was continually collapsing and sliding towards the abyss of destruction, with countless lives slaughtered and destroyed.

The passing of life made countless people sigh in lament; death, once it arrived, was irreversible, much like how people couldn’t bring back the rushing river waters.

But the mighty power of God had brought rebirth to those countless dead.

In His presence, even time that had passed and did not return could be traced back.

"God... with your mighty power...

What exactly will the next era look like in your words?"

Solamus quietly inquired, a flicker of anticipation also shining in his eyes.

Since the day Solamus was born from God’s dream, he had already experienced tens of thousands of years, in other words, he had watched the Mortal World for tens of thousands of years.

The sun sets, the sun rises, the wind comes from the east and then returns to the west, the river always flows to the sea, yet the sea never feeds the river back,

Everything became tedious.

People were born, people died, one generation passed, another came, the land remained the same. People thought what they saw and heard was fresh and new, the world seemed endlessly vast, inexhaustible in speech and insatiable in hearing.

Yet, in the eyes of the Great Angel Solamus, there was nothing new under the sun.

Everything was just a repetition, the cycle of history never stopped, what people thought was inexhaustible in speech had already been fully spoken by the Great Angel, what people thought was insatiable in listening had already been thoroughly heard by the Great Angel.

Unlike mortals who changed generation after generation, angels, being nearly immortal, did not suffer from the torment of birth, aging, sickness, and death.

Ultimately, it was because of the world’s limitations.

Heaven’s sights never bored, yet the Mortal World made one weary.

Even Solamus, known as the "Millennial Prophet" upon the earth, gradually lost his interest in the Mortal World.

Now, recalling his once eager self, Solamus found it truly incredible.

"God, what exactly are you going to bring to them?

Your mighty power is so infinite..."

Solamus couldn’t help but ask.

He harbored intense curiosity about the arrival of the new era.

Your mighty power is so infinite...

The words of the leader of the Great Angels fell upon Chen Yi’s ears, only to see Him gently smile and answer:

"So...

How about distributing some to you?

How about distributing some to the people of the world?"

Before the throne, Solamus, who was kneeling on one knee, first froze in place, then suddenly fell to the side, gasping uncontrollably for breath, and after a long while, he looked up at the Divine on the throne with eyes full of incredulity.

Had he misheard?

What exactly was going on? He must have misheard!

Solamus couldn’t believe these words, his eyes widened, his face written all over with shock.

God will share His great power with us, with the people?

Chen Yi looked at Solamus and said with a smile:

"Solamus, it’s rare to see you like this."

The leader of the Great Angels quickly exclaimed anxiously:

"God, are you mocking me?

Sharing your mighty power...

You said that just to mock me, right..."

Solamus’s voice became somewhat incoherent, and if other angels saw him like this, they would indeed be dumbfounded.

"No, not at all,"

Chen Yi shook His head:

"I truly intend to distribute that great power,

Just like scooping a ladle of river water from the ever-undrying great ocean."

"I will gratuitously endow you with the brilliance of the throne, bestowed upon the dust of the earth."

Solamus was breathing so rapidly at this moment that it was hard to imagine; he started to tremble—an even more agitated state than when he had been given his mission.

God distributed His mighty power among us, among all people...

What would such an era, such a world, look like?

After a long while, Solamus’s breathing slowly steadied. The Great Angel Leader slowly raised his face and said softly,

"...such an era is truly unimaginable."

God merely said,

"Because it is unimaginable, that is what makes it a new era, isn’t it?"

Solamus nodded solemnly, then suddenly thought of something and promptly asked,

"...this era... should it be entrusted to Schiller?

Is he to be the one to sound the horn of the new era, to open the doors of the new era?!"

As these words reached her ears, Chen Yi sensed Solamus’s concern and asked,

"What’s the matter, Solamus? You seem troubled."

The Angel Leader nodded, not denying it,

"God... I know you trust him, and therefore you have assigned him this mission.

But I have heard from Maisy... that Schiller seems a bit unusual.

God, I worry that this burden is too heavy for him to bear."

Solamus stated his concerns, believing that this mission should be entrusted to a more trustworthy Great Angel, such as Maisy, Kara, or himself.

Chen Yi looked at Solamus.

At this moment, She recalled what Solamus had said earlier, and remarked,

"Solamus, you just mentioned:

’Those parents do not have enough ability, precisely speaking, to catch the child before they slip and fall off the cliff.’ Is that correct?"

The Angel Leader, somewhat befuddled, nodded hesitantly.

In the brilliance, Chen Yi continued,

"So, do I not have the ability to catch them?"

Faced with God’s retort, Solamus found himself at a loss for words, his Six Wings trembling lightly as if conveying concerns that words could not express.

After a while, Solamus asked subconsciously,

"What if the one who falls is Schiller?"

As soon as these words were uttered, they immediately received God’s response,

"Then, no matter how long or how deep he falls,

I will catch him and place him back upon the earth."

Solamus was momentarily speechless.

Despite his doubts about Schiller, the Great Angel Leader harbored no doubts towards God.

God raised His hand, and the Cloud Sea surged, with sweeping mists continuously gathering and then coalescing into a sphere in the brilliance, like the sun and moon.

Chen Yi looked at that sphere of light and slowly drew forth something from it.

A brand-new tome appeared in Her hands.

"Mechanical Book."

Chen Yi whispered.

This was a book that did not exist in the world.

Precisely speaking, it did not yet exist in the world.

Just then, She had reached into the future, bringing this tome—a collection of the intellectual essence of the Dwarf race—from a distant space-time to this very moment.

It belonged to the Dwarves; most of the signatures on it were from Dwarf Craftsmen and some other racial craftsmen.

Such a book from the future, perfect to serve as a doorstep to the new era.

"Solamus, take it to Schiller,

let Schiller bring this book to the Dwarves upon the earth."