Mythology: Spiritual Ruler

Time flies, and seven hundred years have passed since humans were created.

"Huh——"

At the foot of the sacred mountain, another nearly ten-meter-high boulder was moved. Cohen wiped his sweat and looked at another temple that was about to be built in front of him.

Tall and majestic, unlike the oracle that was born under the finger of God when it was just born, this is a temple built by the golden humans themselves.

Before this, they had built many temples in turn, and each true god on the sacred mountain had his own temple.

There are no exquisite reliefs, no mysterious patterns, and no sacred feeling that goes straight to the soul at a glance, but Cohen still feels very satisfied.

The symbol of God's power is the symbol of God's power, and the symbol of mortals' piety is the symbol of mortals' piety. The two cannot be confused.

"King, take a rest."

Just as he was about to move a stone, a voice from the side stopped Cohen.

"Serving the gods, we should not be greedy for comfort."

Shaking his head, although Cohen was very tired, he did not feel dissatisfied at all.

The humans of the Golden Age gathered all positive emotions. They were upright, kind, hardworking, brave, and had a heartfelt respect for the gods. In their view, doing things for the gods was a matter of course.

Moreover, he was the first human created by the Lord of the Spirit World, and therefore was named the king of humans. After the division of the gods was over, he was naturally chosen by the God King and came to the vicinity of Mount Odiles.

At this moment, there are more than a dozen tribes of all sizes around the sacred mountain. They nominally belong to the gods on the mountain, but they all obey Cohen's orders.

As the leader chosen by the gods, although the "king" at this time is more of a title, without the concept of nobles, officials and countries, he still holds himself to the highest standards. Of course, as the first human, he does have abilities beyond ordinary people.

"Of course we should work for the gods, but you haven't rested for seven days."

After listening to Cohen's words, the visitor expressed understanding, but still persuaded him.

Although Cohen's power is far beyond that of ordinary people as the first human created, he is not a god after all.

Even in the original mythology, humans in the Golden Age ascended to heaven after death and became special heroes close to gods.

".Okay."

After hesitating for a while, Cohen was finally convinced.

Only with enough energy can one work more efficiently. Proper rest is also essential.

Nodding, Cohen said goodbye to the visitor. He walked to a shaded tree and sat down against the trunk.

There was no sleep in the Chaos world, and the so-called "rest" of humans was just to stop working. As lives blessed by the gods, they only need to rest for a while, and their energy will soon recover.

But this time, as soon as Cohen sat down, an inexplicable trance came over him. He didn't know what this feeling was, so he tried hard to stay awake. However, the power of mortals could not fight against authority after all, and in the end, Cohen leaned against the tree trunk and fell asleep.

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Darkness.

It seemed like he had fallen into an abyss, his mind could not turn, and there was only a cold touch.

The concept of time became blurred, as if it was a day, or a second. At a certain moment, Cohen seemed to see a ray of color.

"Huh——"

Suddenly awake, Cohen suddenly realized that he was no longer in the original place.

At this time, he appeared in front of a tall building.

Unlike the stones he had seen before, this building was made of various unknown materials and carved with exquisite patterns and designs.

Some of them were engraved with "people" and some were engraved with "things". Although Cohen could not understand the meaning of most of the patterns, he only recognized one, which was a person carving.

He had learned carving, but when he saw that picture, Cohen felt that what he had learned in the past was a clumsy joke.

"May the goddess Themis forgive my usurpation."

As soon as this thought came up, Cohen hurriedly prayed in his heart.

Before, all the shallow skills of mankind were learned from the goddess of justice. Including the construction of temples, the recording of major events, and the carving of statues.

In addition, the goddess also helped humans simplify the innate characters that contained extraordinary power, and taught them a lot of knowledge. Humans used this to write history and commemorate major events that had occurred.

However, although what he saw was much more than what he had learned in the past, Cohen, who reacted quickly, did not think it was God's problem. God would not be wrong. The goddess only taught him those skills, which must be because mortals should only understand these.

After praying silently for a while, Cohen began to observe the surroundings again. Although he didn't know where this was, there was no doubt that only God was worthy of living in such a place.

Cohen didn't dare to step into God's residence privately, so he looked around. But for some reason, there was a white mist all around, and he seemed to be wrapped in the middle. Only he and the temple were real.

"Squeak--"

The sudden sound made Cohen turn around abruptly. Behind him, I don't know when, the door of the temple opened automatically.

Severaz Temple, this is the name of this place. Although Cohen didn't recognize any characters, he now "knew" this.

However, facing the unexpected changes, Cohen was relieved. He had confirmed that everything he was experiencing now must be God's will.

"Great God, if you have guided me here, I will come to see you now."

After respectfully worshipping the gate, Cohen carefully stepped over the threshold and walked into the Severaz Temple.

After passing through the gate, the first thing he saw was a long corridor with a row of pillars on each side. The murals inside the temple were more exquisite, but Cohen did not dare to look at them for too long. He walked forward carefully and quickly, so as not to make the owner of this place wait too long.

The corridor was very long, much larger than the temple itself seen from the outside world. Cohen was not sure how long he had walked, and the concept of time seemed to have become blurred. Indistinctly, he seemed to hear a voice coming from afar.

".Morning.,.Spiritual soil."

'Is it the voice of God? '

Shocked, Cohen quickly quickened his pace. Whether it was God or not, since he could exist in this mysterious palace, the other party must be related to God.

"Light, body."

"., almighty."

"Put on the crown, surround"

"Trillions, all in the name of God."

As he got closer to the source of the sound, the bytes became clearer and clearer. Cohen gradually figured out that this seemed to be a piece of 'poetry'. The great Lord of Law had seen similar things before, so the King of God hoped that mortals could also learn poetry. But unfortunately, although the golden humans have excellent learning ability, they have no creativity at all.

This was not something Ryan did deliberately, but no matter how mortals beautify the so-called 'positive emotions', the creatures with only these alone are still distorted.

A distorted soul, not strong enough, naturally cannot carry more things.

Moving forward quickly, out of respect for God, Cohen did not run, but his speed was still very fast. At a certain moment, the scenery in front of him finally changed. It was no longer an endless corridor in front of him. Cohen appeared in a wide hall.

There was no expected god, only a slender figure covered in a white hood. She sat sideways on the ground, and the previous "poem" came from under the hood.

And now, the sacred singing still resounded, and even as Cohen left the corridor, he felt as if he had crossed an invisible barrier.

When he passed through the barrier, he suddenly realized that the previous singing was not in the language he was familiar with, and the short verses contained such power.

"."

"."

"How can sinners look at the majesty and glory of Allah."

"Each of them presents a jade crown and gorgeous ornaments, and offers the golden hall of the throne of God."

"Holy, holy!"

"The seventh moon rises in the west, and the dark and clear sky is forever in the sky;"

"It was there and it is still there, and it will be forever for thousands of years!"

The poem is half borrowed and half self-edited. The knowledgeable readers of the original version must have seen it at a glance, so I won't popularize it. The part omitted by "." in the front may be used in other places later. I am the one who uses one poem in two ways.

Then about the image of the protagonist among humans, in fact, since no god will promote the existence of other gods among humans, humans' cognition of the protagonist is limited to "this is the master of the spiritual world, who can grant souls", but what the spiritual world is, and whether he has other titles and abilities, they know nothing at all.

Finally, don't ask me what building has not been completed for hundreds of years. On the one hand, there is more than one, and on the other hand, did you see the stone of more than ten meters at the beginning? Guess how big this building is.jpg