[Various] Throne of God by Yu Wei ^Chapter 7^ Latest Update: 2014-10-04 00:06:11 Jinjiang Literature City
Chapter Six
Golden streams of light appeared intermittently around the silver-haired man, like wisps of light casting shadows, indescribably holy and pure. Whenever these streams of light tried to approach Jehovah, they were blocked by the holy light emanating from the Creator God. However, these powers, only slightly weaker than the power of the God of Light, still awakened Jehovah.
The silver-haired man, currently comprehending his realm, slightly twitched his eyelashes. Slowly leaving the Creator Realm, he gathered his spreading divine sense, as his divine sense was constantly monitoring the world.
What is this…
Jehovah, who had been immersed in his realm advancement, opened his eyes. His golden pupils were utterly calm, showing little surprise even at seeing something he didn't understand.
He indifferently gazed at them, his divine sense constantly analyzing the structure of the power. After a long pause, showing no intention of standing up, he simply stretched out his hand, seemingly wanting to touch the wisp of light approaching him. After all, the color suited the aesthetics of the God of Light perfectly—bright and beautiful—and he sensed no unclean malice. It was rare to see power so inclined towards the attribute of light.
Furthermore, Jehovah was quite curious about the origin of the light. His inherited memories included everything before creation; he knew the secrets and development of the chaotic void perfectly well, yet he didn't recognize this mysterious power at all.
Just as his slender fingers were about to touch them, the holy light enveloping his entire body fluctuated violently. Especially the thin layer of holy light before his fingers instantly intensified, firmly preventing the light from contacting his divine body. This anomaly made Jehovah stop, puzzled to find that his holy light, representing the pure source of light, was repelling them. It wasn't some dark power; why was the holy light reacting so strangely?
The silver-haired man, contemplating the power of primordial energy, glanced at the floating streaks of light in the air, then at the hazy holy light surrounding him, and decisively chose not to reach out again. He was confident that nothing in the world could harm him, but his current recovery wasn't optimal, so he decided against trying.
Thinking this, Jehovah sat on his throne, his left hand supporting his chin, watching with interest as the streaks of light continued to wander aimlessly, trailing afterimages like fireflies in the mortal realm—a truly pleasing sight. Perhaps it was due to prolonged solitude, but he even found it amusing to see something so nimbly floating before him. Dozens of golden streaks of light darted in and out of the temple, yet they couldn't break through the barrier of the holy light.
If it wasn't an illusion—no… the god wasn't mistaken—the streaks of light were indeed increasing at a slight rate, becoming increasingly mixed compared to the initial purity he sensed.
Moreover, it possessed an aura familiar to Jehovah, much like the feeling evoked by the angels he had created—like a pristine white sheet of paper, pure and clean. Although it wasn't the power of light, it contained no negative energy fluctuations, nor any other known attributes.
After pondering aimlessly for a while, the silver-haired deity seated on his throne suddenly smiled. He felt he knew the answer.
Perhaps even the laws of nature hadn't anticipated that he would so easily guess the origin of the power.
The hazy holy light gradually receded, revealing God's true form within the temple. Because he remained seated on his throne, his already long hair cascaded to the ground, its soft, moonlit silver shimmering and dimming the crystal floor of the palace.
His pure divine eyes seemed to encompass all things in the world, yet also seemed to reflect nothing. In truth, he simply hadn't yet found anything more important than the world itself. The silver-haired man sat quietly in the Crystal Heaven's temple, his expression devoid of joy or sorrow, showing no emotional fluctuation, yet possessing a radiance that even the chaos and darkness could not conceal. Even the most beautiful flowing light within the temple could not compare to a single hue emanating from the deity.
Jehovah's existence was the ultimate manifestation of light, a special being carefully protected by the laws of nature. And the most perfect being in the world was none other than a god, especially a creator god possessing the power of origin.
Noticing the absence of holy light around the silver-haired man, the swirling streams of light paused for a second, then swiftly approached the creator god. Without the obstruction of holy light, they did not act presumptuously before the creator god, but floated intimately before him. Jehovah selected the smallest wisp of light and lightly touched it with his pure white fingertip. The wisp of light landed on his fingertip, weightless like a snowflake, carrying a strange warmth as it slowly melted into his skin.
He gazed thoughtfully at the vanishing light. Jehovah, carefully observing the changes in his internal power, naturally sensed an increase, even if it was negligible. But the significance of this increase was extraordinary.
At the level of a god, further strengthening was undoubtedly fraught with difficulty. Furthermore, the birth of the world had blocked the power of the chaotic void, and Jehovah had to spend time repairing himself every time he lost power.
Now, such a convenient path was laid out before him; which god wouldn't be tempted…?
However, if being tempted meant being forever bound by the power of faith, becoming its master and servant, no one would be foolish enough to absorb it if the Creator God knew. It would be ruining their future.
"The power of faith, the laws, tell me, should I absorb it?"
Jehovah calmly inquired of the world's laws, his fingers clenching, but after conveying only a vague thought, he fell silent.
Laws don't possess sentience; they're more like machines, only with far greater flexibility and the right to act independently—a wondrous existence of absolute rationality.
'You decide for yourself.'
I knew you wouldn't tell me openly…
Even the omniscient laws can resort to sophistry. Whether he absorbs this power or not is beyond anyone's control; why would the law need to go to such lengths to explain? It's just that it doesn't want to address the downsides of faith power, lest it hold it accountable in the future.
Jehovah's gaze grew even colder. He casually opened his palm again, forcefully expelling the stream of light that had almost merged with divine power, extinguishing the power's attempt to re-enter his body. No matter how much it merged, how could it compare to the source of light within him? The inferior power of faith was crystal clear to him, like oil mixed with water.
Dividing a sliver of attention to the Nine Heavens, Jehovah indifferently concentrated his divine power within his golden eyes. Sure enough, he witnessed an even more vivid scene: countless angelic powers of faith floated in the air above each heaven, defying spatial barriers and limitations. Countless golden specks of light formed a unique spatial channel, slowly converging on the Crystal Heaven, ignoring all reason and rules.
At this rate of unlimited growth, Jehovah felt a pang of melancholy. Even if energy had no physical weight, it would be quite unsightly if the Crystal Heaven were filled with these flowing lights. This was his dwelling place, and seraphim residing there would be coming to pay homage in the future.
He needed to gather them all into a fixed location, stabilize the transmission channel, and ensure that the angelic faith from all nine heavens was collected…
The current situation was like an overturned faucet, gushing directly towards him. It would be a real waste to let so much continuous power go to waste. Jehovah certainly wouldn't let himself fall into such a trap, nor would he want to let go of this power of faith that belonged to him.
The collected power of faith would undoubtedly have a significant effect, spreading faith…
As if remembering something, the silver-haired deity casually tapped the armrest with his fingers. The more Jehovah participated in the creation of the Hebrew pantheon, the more inspiration he gained through human memories. Like a complementary force, his already omnipresent and omniscient divine will could calculate, easily determining the next step, through comparison of the two.
Therefore, he understood what had always felt lacking: the absence of a crucial being from the celestial realm.
Jehovah had a brilliant idea. Although he didn't know how the Bible recorded this history, as God now, he would act according to his own will. This power of faith could conveniently help him, saving him the trouble of further expending his own energy.
Beings created by mixing faith power would possess power comparable to angels, yet also subtly restrain such beings.
Having confirmed that the only inappropriate thing in the Crystal Heaven was the smuggled-in power of faith, Jehovah closed his divine eyes. Pure golden divine blood spilled from his lips, and the silver-haired deity's eyes were tightly shut, as if performing a crucial step. Then he…
As if feeling no pain whatsoever as his soul was being torn apart, he unhesitatingly severed his divine soul, condensing the one-ninth portion he had separated into a single entity, forming a soul that was both dependent on and independent of himself.
Nine is an extreme number, the maximum that Jehovah could grant.
The instant a new intelligence was born, the soul's spiritual quality plummeted, falling from the level of a creator god to that of a descendant of a creator god, then further down to the level of an ordinary deity. A few breaths later, at an incredible speed, he completely transcended the divine hierarchy. Only then did the laws allow 'him' to be born.
The spiritual body materialized the moment of its birth, surrounded by a clean aura reminiscent of angels. The young man with short, light-gold hair sat slumped on the cold crystal floor, his naked body perfectly proportioned and slender. He sat there motionless for a long while, his fingers twitching as he touched the ground, as if confirming his feelings were real, before finally opening his brown eyes in a daze.
Under the bright light, the silver-haired deity's expression became even more indifferent and silent. A golden book appeared out of thin air in his palm. His fingers gently turned the pages of the Book of Creation resting on his lap. The blank pages displayed all the memories of his human past, encompassing every step of his creation over the past seven days. All living beings and races of the world appeared clearly within.
At the same time, if he did not open the Book of Creation again, he would never remember anything that had happened in his short human life—past lives and present lives, all grudges, all causes and effects, all entanglements—all would be completely let go.
"Who was I before…?"
"A human who should have died among the masses…"
"Who am I now…?"
"I am God—Jehovah."
The silver-haired deity looked indifferently at the man with the unseemly posture, this being representing his 'past,' and spoke calmly.
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