Tranquility, tranquility, peace...this was Ning Feng's first feeling of this land.
The city walls built of pure white marble are painted with various gorgeous patterns, telling various ancient and mysterious stories.
Angels and priests, priests and kings, kings and nobles, nobles and civilians... different murals tell different stories.
Heroes, mortals, angels, kingship, miracles... fascinating, people can't help but want to stop and understand, and be moved.
And above those stories, there is a pair of huge eyes, quietly overlooking everything.
The story depicted on the wall has become a closed loop, connected to the mortal world, but also connected to the gods.
"The gods will always watch over us..."
Looking away from the text, Ning Feng stepped towards the city gate.
There is no moat here, and there are no soldiers guarding it. You can enter and exit at will.
The City of Holy Light is the most peaceful city in the world. No evil party with no short-sightedness would be idiotic enough to break into this place and do evil.
That is purely seeking death!
Not to mention some petty theft, even other followers of the evil god would not want to cause trouble here. It would definitely be asking for death.
Angel guards will patrol the sky to nip any evil that may occur in the cradle.
This city is the promised land of the gods, and no evil is allowed.
When you walk into the high wall, what you see is not a gorgeous city, but...
A piece of gold.
It has a dazzling golden color under the illumination of the holy light.
Everything you see is golden, but it is not a vulgar metal object like gold, but a golden wheat field with layers of waves blown by the breeze!
As the warm wind blows into the nose, there is a mature and fragrant aroma.
What reaches the ears is laughter and laughter.
Golden wheat fields surround the entire city, a pleasant scene of harvest, and the fields are filled with happy people busy harvesting.
Not only farmers, but also priests and nuns in white robes are also working in the fields and celebrating the joy of the harvest.
They were celebrating, and from time to time they would stop what they were doing, look at the huge temple in the center of the city, and loudly praise the name of the Holy Light.
A peaceful scene.
"…………"
Ning Feng stood at the gate of the city, suddenly feeling enlightened, and turned back to look at the world outside the city.
Outside the City of Holy Light, on the land outside of the Holy Light, there is not the same golden color, but is covered in pure white.
At this moment, it is the severe winter.
It was a cold world where everything died and all vitality was lost.
But just across the wall, the residents here are enjoying the fruits of the harvest.
Ning Feng saw children playing and playing in the wheat fields, and they didn't look like they were working hard at all.
Unlike those sons of tenant farmers who sold their lives to the nobility at a low price from birth, they did not need to follow their parents' footsteps and work hard in the fields from an early age.
Likewise, looking at their red faces and pink and healthy looks, they have probably never felt hungry, right?
There is no need to hand over 90% of the harvest to the lord, and there is no need for the whole family to share the remaining 10% of the food. In the end, the brothers and sisters will starve to death in the severe winter, right?
The children were playing, and the adults did not stop them. They just harvested the wheat slowly and stopped to chat with their companions from time to time.
Even though the world outside has been devastated and the battle between the gods has gradually entered a fever pitch, there is still peace here.
This is like a place outside the world that will still exist after the destruction of the world, and can become a place of hope for future development.
Stay away from war and evil.
"However, it is also far away from reality."
Putting away the exclamation in his eyes, Ning Feng returned to his usual calmness.
Although the sight in front of him was impressive, Ning Feng did not change his mind.
He still remembers what he saw along the way.
That's ten years, enough time for a monster who suddenly gains humanity to become a real human being.
Ningfeng
Just outside this city, there is a village that was recently abandoned due to heavy snowfall.
The residents of the village seemed to want to give it a try and set off towards the City of Holy Light, seeking the protection of the Lord of Holy Light.
But unfortunately, they did not succeed. Instead, they fell on the road and turned into ice sculptures. It was not until they were discovered by Ning Feng who was passing by that they were finally laid to rest.
To be honest, although that scene is heartbreaking, it is the world that Ning Feng is familiar with.
A cruel, cold, cruel world without illusions.
Hunger, pain, war, death... these are the world he lives in.
Such a beautiful city will only appear in the fantasies of those poor people who have nothing, and many people cannot even imagine such a scene.
Because they never imagined that in their barren fantasies, the king still used gold to make the carrying pole.
It is the power of the gods that makes this fantasy become a reality.
"The beauty of being separated from reality."
Although he didn't think this was real, Ning Feng was actually not disgusted by such a scene.
If everyone can live such a life, then...even giving up resisting the gods does not seem to be an unacceptable thing.
Unfortunately, this is not realistic.
Ning Feng shook his head and did not take a step easily at the city gate.
From the moment his footsteps landed on this land, Ning Feng noticed a special feeling.
Someone is watching him.
The eyes from above looked down at him quietly.
Ning Feng may be able to remain invisible to the gods, like a wandering evil spirit wandering the world, but when he takes the initiative to walk in front of the gods, he will still be observed.
"Eventually he was caught."
As the leader of an anti-god organization, he was finally captured by the head of the gods.
However, it was slightly different from what he imagined.
"Um?"
Standing on the land of the City of Holy Light, Ning Feng did not wait for the team to greet or arrest him.
Nothing happened.
The farmers were still harvesting wheat in the fields, enjoying the joy of the harvest, and did not care about the confused traveler.
This is a holy city, and countless pilgrims come here every day, hoping to become a member of the city.
Nothing surprising.
The Lord of Holy Light knew of his arrival, but no instructions were passed on to his followers?
What does it mean?
But seeing him standing there in confusion for a long time, a farmer closest to him picked up the towel around his neck and finally wiped his sweat, put the sickle on his waist and walked over.
"Holy Light is above, praise the merciful Lord of Holy Light!"
First he prayed devoutly, and then he asked kindly:
"Young man, why are you standing still? Are you encountering some difficulty?"