Passing through the front hall of the palace, what Calvin saw was a portal made of gold. After pushing open this pure gold portal that was thirteen meters high and thirty centimeters thick, Calvin finally saw the famous
, the "Golden Throne" that is on the lips of all God-Emperor believers.
Spiritual energy has become like substance in the space here, and the air is full of transparent, colloid-like energy.
Good and evil live side by side here, like ice cubes stuck on a faucet;
Reality and the power of the Supreme Heaven maintain a disproportionate balance here. The power of the subspace seems to burst out in the next second, but it is firmly pinned behind a wall by the former.
The hair all over his body spontaneously reacted with static electricity the first second he entered this space. A slight tingling sensation in his head was accompanied by severe tinnitus. Calvin's brows furrowed and every step he took was extremely difficult.
That’s the internet channel, right?
Calvin followed his own perception and listened to the eternal howling of endless resentment and evil echoing in the void that had been suppressed by the Emperor for thousands of years;
Is this the Lord of Humanity?
Calvin looked up and saw that the body covered with a thin blouse had shrunk to the extreme. The body's muscles had completely degenerated and only old skin covered with wrinkles hung on the bones.
This is even a little disgusting. Calvin never thought that a human body would become so disgusting after living for thousands of years.
The pale and sticky skin was like a layer of decayed tapestry, still stubbornly covering the inhumanly thick bones despite the passage of time.
This is also extremely sacred, because all those who know the identity of the person in front of them are shocked by his lifelong dedication.
The burqa that covered most of his body could not hide the hideous wounds on his body, and the big scar-covered hands on the armrests were also silently telling "his" will.
Calvin couldn't help but wipe his eyes.
Well, it must be because the air is too dry...
He wanted to take another look at "him", but found that he couldn't do it.
Not only was the air distorted, but his eyeballs also suffered from refractive imbalance under the pressure of the environment.
At the end of the hall, the golden throne surrounded by countless pipelines and the figure sitting on it were twisted into a golden shadow, and the suffocating energy seemed to be endless, and it was still flowing in an amount that exceeded the limit of Calvin's perception.
It's increasing every moment.
Well, there is also soul, and faith.
After turning on his spiritual vision again, Calvin suddenly realized that the originally empty room had already been "filled up":
What was increased was not just pure energy, Calvin felt like he was standing next to a nuclear reactor without any shelter, or like he was observing close to the core of a perseverance.
Countless spiritual energy was like violent radiation, overflowing from the device called the Golden Throne;
And there is more than this that only he can see, the endless connection of faith that almost fills the entire room.
Calvin suddenly understood something. At least he knew why this being was in the idealistic supreme heaven, and his appearance would be contradictory gold and white.
It's not how deep his understanding of souls and beliefs is, but the endless and colorful beliefs of billions of people from the entire empire, representing their own desires, gathered in front of his eyes.
Have you ever studied spectroscopy? This is the principle.
Although those beliefs have different colors due to the desires of their respective souls, it is when all these colors finally come together that they "just happen" to transform into the most "pure" white.
Is it pure? Just a matter of opinion.
But what is certain is that when excessive desires gather in one place, what they achieve is precisely the lack of desire and the lack of humanity...
Gold and white stars, less gold and more white.
What did this mean? Calvin could not have understood it.
But when he "saw" everything in front of him with his own eyes, he understood instantly:
It was the man in front of me who, in the last stage of his life, not only had to fulfill his final mission and single-handedly suppress the webway buried deep under Terra;
We have to carry on our shoulders the faith of the people of the empire for nearly ten thousand years and move forward arduously.
"How are you?"
This was the first thing Calvin said after he walked into this room. His tone was soft, as if he didn't want to disturb the rest of the person in front of him, and he seemed to have seen something too precious and didn't want to break it.
What he could confirm was that the golden part of the two-color star was thinner than the last time they met;
What he couldn't confirm was how much of the man in front of him who had dedicated everything to mankind still had his own mind.
"On the Ascension of the Emperor"? Or "The Sacred Words of the Emperor"?
Calvin thought of someone's theory in his mind, and even scorned this person's ideas that had spread throughout the empire.
The poison of faith... Luojia, do you really know what faith means to you and to the emperor?
If the scene in front of us really breaks through that boundary, is what humans are waiting for really what they want?
Is the Emperor still the same Emperor as before? Calvin buried this doubt deeply in his heart, and that being seemed to feel Calvin's arrival, and seemed to have been waiting for a long time.
The golden light is scorching again, temporarily gaining the upper hand in the battle with white:
He slowly opened his only remaining right eye, looking down at Calvin from the golden throne with an empty gaze; he also had divinity but gazed at the "seed" in front of him with compassion for a long time.
"I'm...fine...even better after seeing you."
"let me help you!"
Calvin endured the huge spiritual pressure and forced his body to move forward. The man sitting on the golden throne did not refuse, but just looked at Calvin's recklessness.
It took Calvin several minutes to cover the few dozen meters between him and the huge throne.
Under the spiritual pressure that almost reached the limit of his endurance, he forced his hand covered with psychic energy through the stasis position and pressed it firmly on the back of the Emperor's hand.
boom!
A huge sound wave emerged from the void, and the two figures surrounded the empty and quiet throne court, and a huge energy storm blew up from the ground!
The endless faith seemed to find an outlet under the extreme pressure. After being transferred through the soul of the emperor himself, it surged towards Calvin's soul!
Calvin's soul manifested itself like a comet filled with matter that had been hit by a collision, and the entire black star exploded in size under an unimaginably huge torrent of faith.
Countless rays of incandescent lightning danced in the black prismatic crystal on the surface of the sphere. The original mottled cracks on the sphere were closing visibly to the naked eye, and even the missing parts showed signs of growing again!
His spiritual world also seemed to be experiencing a catastrophe. Under the guidance of Calvin, the tide of endless desires and emotions was like the Milky Way hanging upside down, pouring headlong into his "pure land"!
The area of the continent in the spiritual world is growing rapidly, and the vast changes occur in just a few seconds;
But in reality, Calvin's body was under extreme pressure, and massive amounts of spiritual energy were directed to Calvin, and then returned to the Emperor's body.
Every inch of skin on his body is cracking, and the organs in his body are also spasming. Dark red blood drips from his facial features and skin, and quietly accumulates in a pool at his feet...
The "Holy Blood Cells" felt an unprecedented supply of energy and were deducing and proliferating crazily. However, compared with the damage to his body, these remedies were only a drop in the bucket and useless to the overall situation, and only delayed the time of his body's collapse.
But his attempt also worked.
In his spiritual vision, the golden light in the star was obviously active, while the white part, as a "latecomer", clearly began to wither after losing the supply of faith.
The emperor, who was sitting on the throne, began to see the radiance of humanity again in his eyes, and his other hand quietly pressed on Calvin's shoulder just a second before Calvin was on the verge of reaching his limit.
"That's it. You... are very good, you... tried your best."