CHAPTER 510: CHAPTER 439 SCHILLER, DO YOU WANT ME TO MOVE THE MOUNTAIN AWAY?

Hidden within the collective unconscious, the Illusion Temple...

Angel Schiller had never heard such a notion before.

The mere existence of the collective unconscious had greatly surprised the Great Angel, and an illusory temple of the mind was unimaginable to Schiller.

"Is it self-evolution or God’s pre-creation?

The soul that God has endowed... How many secrets does it truly hold?"

Schiller seemed to be asking Esroa, yet it also seemed like he was talking to himself.

Had he not come to the Netherworld today, found Esroa, and inquired, he might never have uncovered such secrets in all of eternity.

"... Actually, I’m not sure if the temple really exists.

I’ve said, it feels so illusory, as if it doesn’t exist."

Esroa spoke cautiously:

"Do you understand what I mean? I actually suspect it’s an illusion because I only saw it once, and never again after that."

The words of the Sleep Goddess were like a bucket of cold water, making Schiller calm down a bit, but he wasn’t going to regard this clue as utterly baseless, rather he remained skeptical.

If that was the case...why not delve deep into the soul, into the collective unconscious to search?

Thinking so, Schiller slowly exited the Netherworld.

...............

After several searches, the Great Angel Schiller found nothing.

Not only the rumored temple, he realized that neither he nor the fairies could journey deep into the soul, entering into the collective unconscious.

"Could it be...an individual cannot enter the collective unconscious?"

Schiller realized that place seemed to forbid any individual’s entry.

Perhaps that is why it is called the collective unconscious.

If any being were to delve into the collective unconscious and take any action, even if it weren’t reckless but just a minor alteration, it would be a great catastrophe for all humanity.

"Thinking about it, an individual doesn’t own the collective unconscious..."

Schiller tried to sum it up.

And from Esroa’s words, it was known that the Divine inadvertently stumbled upon the collective unconscious.

"Could it be... the collective unconscious can only be observed, not entered?"

Schiller vaguely sensed some rule.

If it can only be observed and not entered, then how should one observe?

The Great Angel couldn’t think of any way, no matter what, he struggled to find a method but couldn’t think of one. With his own power, he simply couldn’t tackle this dilemma.

Just then, his creation, the Fairy Sophia, provided an inspiration.

"If direct observation is impossible, what about indirect means, or perhaps conjecture...

Didn’t you say that Esroa saw it indirectly, through her dreams?"

Sophia’s words jolted Schiller awake like a revelation—if direct observation was impossible, then conjecture could be the approach.

The simplest yet most laborious method would be to deduce patterns through the dreams of numerous mortals.

But Schiller was a Great Angel.

"I...must go in search of God."

Muttering to himself, Schiller then ascended into Heaven above the Cloud Sea.

Above the Cloud Sea.

The Great Angel Schiller knelt on one knee before the throne, bathed in the divine brilliance.

"God...please forgive my ignorance, for I cannot comprehend your creation."

Schiller earnestly pleaded:

"Now, facing impassable mountains, I have no choice but to beg for your helping hand."

The difficulties before him, like an insurmountable mountain.

Just as the Dwarves could not decipher the text in the Mechanical Book, neither could they comprehend the miraculous creation of the Underground City depicted within.

God looked over, his gaze resting on Angel Schiller.

His gaze was not aloof nor untouchable, but eternally warm.

God asked,

"Schiller,

do you want me to move the mountain away..."

"Or,

do you want me to grant you the strength to climb to the peak?"

Schiller was slightly stunned. After a moment, he responded without hesitation,

"God, do not move the mountain away,

instead, grant me the strength to climb to the peak!"

Schiller understood that if he expressed a desire to have the mountain moved, God would fulfill his wish.

What He intended to give, was given.

Yet Schiller did not want that; he had to climb that mountain himself, bear the weight of the mission personally. If the burden he carried was heavy, it should not be lightened; only then would the mission be completed.

Chen Yi focused on his Angel.

He was indeed a proud Angel.

He did not wish for the burden to be lightened, especially since Solamus, as the Prophet, had never asked for his burden to be alleviated.

Given that...

"Then, Schiller,

the answer lies within Logos."

............

Logos...

Schiller, of course, knew what that was.

It was the name of the Elves’ race, given by God, and was the first grace bestowed upon mortals by God.

Logos meant language and also stood for reason, law, fate, measurement, and inevitability originating from language.

Enlightened by the Divine, Schiller suddenly realized that the various meanings of Logos were encompassed within the collective unconscious.

And he was reminded of something else.

Ancient Language.

The Ancient Language created by God, its essence was language, it was Logos.

However, despite having an epiphany, Schiller was still unable to observe the collective unconscious.

It was like possessing the strength to climb the peak, but not finding the right path up the mountain and thus gaining nothing.

Yet, Schiller now had some ideas.

For instance, by comprehending the Ancient Language to observe the collective unconscious...

"The collective unconscious resides deep within the soul...then I should observe those in the mortal world whose soul states are visible.

Rely on them to understand the Ancient Language, thus observing the collective unconscious, and locating the possible existence of the Temple."

Schiller was eager to try.

He began to prepare for this plan, requiring the assistance of Nakbet of the Netherworld and Esroa.

This was not only because of their understanding of the soul, but also because this Angel’s focus had settled on a figure mentioned in the Holy Scripture.

Baird.

The legendary Three-eyed Ape-man hero Baird, who once made a wager with the Divine, and upon completing that wager, embrace death and vanished into the river of history, his soul taken by Nakbet to the Great Plain.

He appeared numb, as if living dead, no matter what occurred, regardless of what he faced, nothing seemed capable of reigniting the hero’s inner fire.

However, Schiller thought of someone.

Baird’s lover, his lover who had died long ago.

"If this hero learned that he could have a chance... a chance to bring his lover out of the Netherworld, back to the mortal world..."