I am God LSLCCF

Chapter 190: He is Not God! He is the Creator!

The mysterious Troupe Leader, wearing a spirit mask, stood atop the carriage, her voice filled with authority as she shouted down to those below.

“Change course!”

“Turn around!”

“Set off!”

“We’re going to the capital for our most splendid performance.”

“This year’s Wish Festival special will be in God-Descended City.”

The Spirit Performance Troupe members gathered in a circle below, and upon hearing the Troupe Leader’s decision, they immediately burst into cheers.

“Long live Troupe Leader!”

“Even His Majesty the King has invited us to perform.”

“This is truly amazing.”
Over the years, the Spirit Performance Troupe had grown considerably, now boasting twenty to thirty members.

Among them were orphaned twins who seemed to have an innate telepathic connection, synchronizing their every move perfectly, with exceptional dance talent.

There was a magician who, despite lacking any special abilities, could seemingly accomplish feats even those with powers couldn’t.

There was a singer, and puppet masters who assisted the spirit with the puppet shows.

Some had been struggling in their hometowns, others had been unknown, joining the troupe as it passed through their areas.

Over the years, one by one, they had become the center of attention in the Spirit Performance Troupe.

The entire Spirit Performance Troupe began their journey towards God-Descended City, with groups of two or three Trilobite Men riding medium-sized trailers, forming a long convoy.

The vehicles were loaded with various puppets, performance props, and even some paying travelers sitting at the back of the compartments with their luggage.

Such services for long-distance travel were common in this era.

Rushing along their journey, they reached God-Descended City after seven or eight days.

The city of God-Descended had sprawled beyond its walls, with all sorts of buildings clustered at the foot of the city walls, visible from afar.

“Wow! So this is the capital,” exclaimed one of the troupe members in awe.

Most of the Spirit Performance Troupe members were visiting for the first time. Even without any legendary stories, the mere words “royal capital” were enough to spark excitement and longing.

Not to mention, God-Descended City was a place steeped in mysteries and legends.

“Hey, are there any famous restaurants in the capital?” Giant, the tall, muscular Trilobite Man, asked eagerly as he pedaled hard at the front of the trailer. His eyes darted from one bustling street to another, taking in the sights and smells of the city.

“All you think about is food,” Skinny Tall Guy chided, pedaling breathlessly beside him. “Don’t you know? This is the oldest city, built by King Yesael at the very spot where God and the King of Wisdom descended into our world.”

“Are you even a Trilobite Man? Coming here, you should reverently feel the presence of God and the King of Wisdom.”

As they entered the city, Skinny Tall Guy began to slow down. He stretched out his arms dramatically, putting on airs.

“Ah!”

“Oh God!”

“Your faithful servant feels Your power!”

Little Clever had already stopped, admiring the surrounding scenery. Seeing Skinny Tall Guy’s antics, he immediately mocked him: “Actually, the oldest city is God-Given City, now in the realm of God Yinsai!”

Skinny Tall Guy quickly defended himself: “That’s mythology. I’m talking about what’s beyond the myths.”

Little Clever cited another example: “Well, they say the capital of the Abyss Kingdom was once Yesael City, also built by King Yesael, and it’s much older than God-Descended City.”

“There are still ruins from the God-Given era at the bottom of the sea, all proving they’re far more ancient than God-Descended City.”

Skinny Tall Guy looked back at the carriage: “Let’s ask Troupe Leader. She’s the most knowledgeable about history.”

“Troupe Leader, please come out and settle this debate for us!”

The window of the rear carriage opened, and the Troupe Leader poked her head out.

“You’re both partially right,” she said. “The oldest city is indeed Yesael City, as Little Clever said.”

“But Skinny Tall Guy is also correct about this place. God-Descended City is where God and the King of Wisdom first descended, also known as the Origin Site.”

Compared to before it was designated as the capital, God-Descended City had expanded significantly.

All along the streets within the city were waterways and canals, with many Ancestral Fish being raised in them.

The carriages stopped in front of the palace, where guard soldiers halted them.

Four people got down from the carriage and waited in front of the palace.

Little Clever peered down into the canal: “This waterway is so deep, you can’t see the bottom at all.”

Spirit Simila said, “God-Descended City, like God-Given City, was built as two cities – one above ground and one below. So beneath God-Descended City, there’s another water city, though I’m not sure if it’s still in use now.”

The three looked at her in amazement. “Wow, Troupe Leader! Your knowledge never ceases to amaze us!”

Spirit Simila raised her head proudly, unable to suppress a delighted smile as she said, “Of course, to be the Troupe Leader, one must be the smartest.”

Giant grumbled, “Wasn’t it because you were the richest that you became the Troupe Leader?”

Even though his voice was barely audible, the Troupe Leader heard him and glared fiercely.

Giant quickly backpedaled, shouting, “I mean, of course Troupe Leader is the smartest! No doubt about it!”

Only then did the spirit Troupe Leader look satisfied and turn her head back.

She stood tall with her chest out.

An attendant came down the stairs, nodding in greeting to Spirit Simila and the three others.

“Are you the Spirit Performance Troupe?”

Spirit Simila stepped forward: “I am the Troupe Leader.”

Giant, Little Clever, and Skinny Tall Guy also tried to enter but were stopped outside by the attendant.

Spirit Simila was displeased: “They are my companions. Why can’t they come in?”

Before the attendant could speak, Skinny Tall Guy quickly said, “Troupe Leader, we still need to settle the convoy!”

Giant stood there dumbfounded: “Ah! I really wanted to go in and have a look!”

Skinny Tall Guy slapped his head: “Look at your big stupid head! Come on, let’s get to work.”

The three pushed and shoved each other as they turned and left.

Spirit Simila entered the palace with the attendant. She asked curiously, “Why are there flags with spell formations hanging at the entrance of this passageway? What are they for?”

“Can you tell me?”

“Hmm~”

“If it’s some important secret, then never mind.”

The attendant explained in a low voice: “It’s not that we can’t say. Everyone in the capital knows.”

“Since the old king’s passing, the notorious Ghost Cult has infiltrated the capital, causing several major incidents that have left the people on edge.”

“These flags are for detecting ghosts, to prevent them from sneaking into the palace.”

The Ghost Cult was one of the believer factions of the God of Knowledge, and the largest one at that.

Its members were spread throughout various territories and cities of Yinsai, considered a heretical cult by the Temple of Truth and the Nine Great Ritual Temples, with every city hunting them down.

But the root of all evil was on the Sacred Mountain. Unable to eradicate the myths atop the Sacred Mountain, no matter how much they suppressed these cult forces, it was useless. After each crackdown, they would rise again.

“Please, come in.”

“Troupe Leader of the Spirit Performance Troupe, the Palace Chamberlain is waiting for you inside. You just need to sign a document, and then you can leave.”

“After the performance is over, bring the document here to collect your payment.”

The spirit walked in. The Palace Chamberlain was talking with a priestess.

“I understand.”

“I will surely make all the arrangements that day, without any mistakes.”

“Rest assured, my lord. I absolutely won’t let any suspicious individuals pass through my subordinates to enter the palace.”

Just as he finished speaking, he turned to look at Spirit Simila.

“Are you the Troupe Leader of the Spirit Performance Troupe? Why are you wearing a mask?”

The spirit replied: “The appearance of the performance troupe is mysterious. This way, we can give the audience a better experience.”

The Chamberlain frowned: “This won’t do. If we don’t know what you look like, how can we prevent someone from mixing in wearing your mask?”

“Everyone must remove their masks and only put them on during the performance.”

The spirit pouted, feeling somewhat unhappy.

When they performed in other cities, they were always welcomed with open arms. No one had ever treated them with such suspicion, as if they were thieves.

The priestess standing nearby stood up and said to the Chamberlain.

“No need to check.”

“She won’t be a problem.”

The Chamberlain turned back, puzzled. Just moments ago, this priestess had been insisting on strict security measures.

“My lady…” The Chamberlain trailed off, confusion evident in his voice.

But the priestess ignored the Chamberlain and walked up to Spirit Simila, addressing her respectfully: “The coronation ceremony and festivities are the day after tomorrow. We welcome your participation.”

“I believe it will be a sacred scene filled with divine blessings,” the priestess said with reverence. “A joyous and grand ceremony indeed.”

The spirit became excited, her voice rising by three octaves: “Ah! That day happens to be the Wish Festival!”

The priestess looked puzzled: “Wish Festival?”

She thought for a moment and then recalled: “I know about this. It’s a holiday that has recently become popular in many northern cities.”

“However, the capital doesn’t currently have the custom of celebrating this holiday. The coronation ceremony being on this day is just a coincidence.”

The spirit said, “In the future, God-Descended City will also celebrate the Wish Festival.”

The priestess didn’t express any doubt: “May I know your name?”

The spirit said, “My name is Simila.”

The priestess nodded: “Lady Simila, I am Vivien.”

The Chamberlain was left bewildered by the conversation between the two, not understanding what was going on.

The spirit walked towards the exit, pausing briefly to glance back inside before leaving.

“Was I recognized?” she wondered to herself.

“My illusion is so good, how could I have been recognized?”

The spirit wasn’t sure if she had been recognized or not. She was even less aware that the priestess before her had encountered spirits before.

Their auras were so similar that anyone who saw them would find it unforgettable for a lifetime.

———————–

The Wish Festival arrived.

It was a bright, sunny day, with a sea of people gathered below the palace.

Under the gaze of countless onlookers.

Lan, the Sage of Truth, waited in front of the palace. As the new king approached him, he placed the crown upon his head.

“Let us all join in blessing our new king!” a minister behind the new king proclaimed, and thunderous applause erupted.

A Wing Demon soared across the sky, scattering colorful phosphorescence, bathing the entire city in a dreamlike glow.

Simultaneously, the court bands on both sides began to play their instruments.

The breathtaking scenery and stirring music filled the air with jubilation and excitement.

Outside, the crowd witnessing the new king’s coronation formed a sea of celebration.

One after another, troupes and performers invited by the royal court ascended to the square in front of the palace, showcasing their unique skills before the royal residence.

This was also the new king’s decision.

The new king wanted to watch this performance together with the commoners, although they could only stand outside the circle formed by the soldiers, not allowed to step onto the stairs.

But this was already a rare honor.

The common people also felt that the new king was closer to them than the previous generation, though he might have lost some of the regal aura.

The Spirit Performance Troupe was set to perform third in the lineup.

They had several acts prepared, but the first was the spirit’s puppet show, performing an epic drama with a tinge of tragedy — “The Bestowal of Royal Power.”

Although this was a piece the Spirit Performance Troupe had performed before, the spirit had originally wanted to present some lighthearted, childish acts for the Wish Festival.

However, it was said that the new king had chosen this performance, so the spirit, despite the troupe members’ persuasion, had to grit her teeth and perform it.

One by one, trailers were pushed in, their compartments connecting to form one large unit.

The sides of three trailers opened up, transforming into a massive box stage.

“Poof!”

Colorful ribbons fell from above, revealing a banner.

“Wish Festival Special Performance.”

Numerous thin strings began to move, bringing the puppets to life as the performance commenced.

The puppets came alive with uncanny realism, immediately captivating the audience.

Gasps of amazement erupted from the crowd on stage and on both sides.

“These puppets are incredibly lifelike!”

“Is that the First King Redlichia?”

“Ense and Boon, according to the Hymn of the King of Wisdom, they should be the ancestors of the People of the Abyss.”

The capital had witnessed puppet shows before, but never one manipulating so many puppets at once with such skill and precision.

The intricacy of the puppets and the arrangement of the scenery far surpassed anything the professional Spirit Performance Troupe had encountered before.

The nobles whispered among themselves, finding this performance far more engaging than the previous ones.

Even the new king, seated high on his throne, exclaimed in admiration: “This is truly impressive!”

The king’s children, who had been restlessly moving about earlier, now sat quietly.

They were completely entranced by the puppet show.

The characters featured included the King of Wisdom Redlichia, his queen, and their children.

The story narrated how the King of Wisdom Redlichia distributed his royal power among his children, along with the God-given Ruhe beasts, intending for them to possess power equally.

However, in the end, this didn’t bring satisfaction, but rather sparked the resentment of Ense and Boon.

The seeds of generations of killing, infighting, and slaughter among the Royal Bloodline seemed to have been sown at this moment,

Only to be ended when the Henir Dynasty emerged and reunified Yinsai.

When the performance concluded, the entire venue erupted in applause.

Even the royal family and nobles in the royal court couldn’t stop praising it.

Afterward, the Spirit Performance Troupe presented two more acts before it was time for them to leave the stage.

As the performance ended, the spirit emerged from behind the curtain.

As usual, she sought out the lucky child to bestow gifts upon them.

“Me, me, me!”

“And me too.”

This time, most of those who came forward were children of the royal family. Finally, the young prince, who had just emerged from infancy and appeared in public alongside his father, came down.

He became the lucky one this time.

“Blessings upon you!”

The little prince happily took the gift back to the stage, showing it to his parents and siblings.

And the spirit obtained a strand of a beautiful dream, condensing it into a sliver of the Light of Wishes.

Standing by a pillar, deliberately keeping a low profile and concealing himself, the Sage of Truth watched Spirit Simila below and suddenly felt something was amiss.

“Hmm?”

This God’s Grace Priest, older than the Henir Dynasty itself, keenly sensed the presence of a power that didn’t belong to the Wisdom Ability.

Vivien, standing nearby, reminded Sage Lan. “Master,” she said, “their group is called the Spirit Performance Troupe.”

Lan, the Sage of Truth, turned his head to look at Vivien: “Spirit Performance Troupe?”

He pondered for a moment, then looked towards the prince who had just received the blessing.

“Now, this is quite interesting.”

The Sage of Truth wasn’t the only one who noticed something unusual.

Among the crowd, a carriage stopped at an intersection.

An old man dressed in mysterious attire lifted the curtain of the carriage window to look outside, carefully examining Spirit Simila.

“No, that’s not a mortal.”

“That’s a spirit from God’s realm.”

The servant driving the carriage watched with great interest, saying, “She’s performing as a spirit!”

“Look!”

“She’s even wearing a spirit mask!”

The old man snapped, “You fool, that is a real spirit.”

The old man’s eyes were also filled with shock. He had never imagined he would see such a legendary being here.

Even less did he expect that a spirit would appear at the new king’s coronation ceremony.

The servant finally reacted, but still couldn’t believe it.

“This… how is this possible?”

“A real spirit?”

Suddenly, a voice echoed in the mind of the nobleman-like old man, as if coming from an immeasurably distant place, carrying layer upon layer of echoes.

“Bring her back, do not harm her.”

The old man spoke as if to himself: “This might expose our purpose.”

The voice in his mind appeared again: “I said, bring her to meet me.”

The old man responded fearfully: “Yes!”

“I obey your divine oracle, great God of Knowledge.”

The old man looked towards the spirit, then glanced upwards.

He seemed to sense an invisible, great gaze descending upon God-Descended City at this moment, filling him with fear and panic. He immediately ordered the servant:

“Go.”

“Let’s leave this place first.”

At the peak of the Sacred Mountain.

The Little Person in the Bottle gazed distantly, then, like his follower, raised his head.

Looking towards the deep blue sky.

He wondered if there was someone above that azure sky looking down upon him.

Gazing at him, at these pitiful creatures on the earth, with a compassionate yet pitying gaze.

“A spirit?”

“A spirit who walked out of God’s realm?”

“Did she come with a mission, or did she just escape from God’s realm?”

The Little Person in the Bottle had originally planned to conduct a large-scale event in the capital, to give the newly crowned king a tough time.

But the moment he saw the spirit, everything else became unimportant.

Compared to being able to know the secrets of God’s realm, to know the existence of divine beings, these were merely a game.

———————–

That night, the members of the Spirit Performance Troupe gathered in the lobby of their inn after finishing their performance.

“My act was the most popular, even His Majesty the King’s gaze was fixed on me.”

“Oh, stop your boasting!” another member chimed in. “It’s clear that Troupe Leader’s performance was the real showstopper.”

“That’s right, Troupe Leader’s performance left the nobles of the royal court absolutely stunned.”

“After it ended, Skinny Tall Guy received one invitation after another, hoping we would stay in the capital to continue performing.”

The Spirit Troupe Leader stood among the crowd, saying with dissatisfaction.

“Today’s performance was all directed towards the stage, resulting in many people behind the stage not being able to see.”

“We should perform once more in the city.”

“A performance for everyone, not just for one person.”

Suddenly, the entire building of the inn shook violently.

“What’s happening?” People in the lobby looked towards the cracks appearing in the floor.

“Quick, get out!” Some tried to rush out the main door, while others started jumping out of windows.

“It’s no use, we’re blocked!” Then, to their horror, they discovered that the windows were beginning to shrink, the building stones squeezing together like putty, sealing off all exits.

A strange psychic field enveloped the inn. They could see windows and doors being blocked by stone, leaving no way for anyone to escape.

The inn was under attack, and it was caused by an extremely powerful Ability user.

“Don’t be afraid.”

“Stand by me.”

The spirit directly unleashed her power: “Dream Domain!”

A dream realm covering one to two hundred meters appeared, enveloping the entire inn within it.

Overturned tables, tilted walls, dust falling from the walls.

Everything froze in an instant.

But at this moment, three humanoid figures made of stone, glass, and salt appeared inside the building.

Some of the people in the inn recognized this power; even if they hadn’t seen it before, they had at least heard of it.

“Wisdom Ability.”

“Third-level Seal Priests.”

However, they looked at the spirit’s power with some confusion.

What kind of power was this exactly?

The members of the Spirit Performance Troupe were shocked as they looked at Spirit Simila. This was the first time they realized that Simila was also an Ability user.

And she appeared to be an extremely powerful one at that.

Skinny Tall Guy was shocked but then ecstatic: “Troupe Leader, is this your power?”

Little Clever: “Troupe Leader, you’re really our big shot!”

Giant let out a muffled sound: “Troupe Leader is amazing.”

If it were any other time, the spirit would certainly have struck a pose and boasted greatly.

But at this moment, she was somewhat flustered. Although she was also at the third level, there were three third-level Seal Priests facing her.

The spirit worried that a fight might harm her troupe members.

Spirit Simila looked at the mysterious three visitors: “Who are you?”

The newcomers were shrouded in mystery, exuding an aura of chaos and evil.

Yet, faced with the spirit, they were surprisingly courteous. They even knelt before her, paying their respects: “We come in peace, Lady Simila.”

“Our master wishes to meet you and extends an invitation as our honored guest.”

“He has a few questions he’d like to ask you.”

Spirit Simila looked at them quizzically: “Ask a few questions?”

Skinny Tall Guy, standing nearby, warned, “Don’t go with them, Troupe Leader. They must be lying!”

The visitor stood up and smiled, looking at Skinny Tall Guy with an amused expression.

This mortal had been with a being from God’s realm for so long, yet still didn’t know her true identity?

Indeed, just an ignorant mortal.

“No one would dare harm your Troupe Leader, mortal,” the visitor said with a hint of condescension.

“Not unless they’re willing to incur the wrath of a divine being who stands at the Creator’s right hand.”

The visitors possessed terrifyingly powerful abilities and had committed various evil deeds in the past. Their names alone were enough to make thousands of people, even entire cities, tremble in fear.

But at this moment, it was they who were trembling.

You could see them kneeling on the ground, somewhat panicked.

They weren’t afraid of Spirit Simila herself, but of the being behind her – the messenger standing at the right hand of the divine throne.

And even more frightening was the one sitting upon that throne.

They didn’t have the courage to do anything to the spirit, but these mortals were different.

Their imposing manner upon arrival was intended to use these mortals to coerce the spirit.

Spirit Simila carefully examined these three individuals, suddenly remembering something.

“Ah!” she exclaimed, her eyes lighting up with recognition. “I believe I know who your master is.”

The spirit smiled and said to Skinny Tall Guy, Little Clever, and Giant:

“I’ll be leaving for a bit, but I’ll be back soon.”

The three anxiously tried to stop the spirit: “Troupe Leader!”

The spirit nodded reassuringly: “They’re right, no one here would dare do anything to your Troupe Leader.”

“They won’t harm me, so don’t worry.”

———————-

The ancient castle loomed before them, mysterious and foreboding in its darkness.

A group of enigmatic figures dressed in gray robes gathered here. They all possessed strange powers, different from ordinary Wisdom Ability users.

They had assembled at the summons of the God of Knowledge, as if participating in a grand celebration.

And this celebration coincidentally corresponded with the new king’s coronation festivities.

It should have been a massive disaster, a horrific event to be recorded in history.

But at this moment, the celebration had transformed into a welcome for another person.

A being from the realm of God.

The disaster was thus averted, the calamity’s switch had been turned off.

As the spirit walked inside, these people bowed one after another.

In the gloomy castle, terrifying whispers echoed.

The spirit wasn’t afraid; instead, she felt curious.

This was her first time seeing such a scene, her first time encountering such people.

It was somewhat thrilling.

Like an adventure.

This was the stronghold of the Ghost Cult.

And the three Seal Priests were the high priests of the Ghost Cult, the most devout followers of the God of Knowledge.

Sometimes, these three could even briefly become incarnations of the God of Knowledge.

“Lady Simila, we’ve arrived,” one of them announced.

The three led Spirit Simila to this place, then retreated along the passageway to the outside.

The spirit came to a spacious area filled with candlesticks, watching as the ritual formation beneath her feet gradually unfolded.

It wasn’t the spirit’s ritual formation, but one belonging to another being.

The other’s power was now slowly being transmitted here through the Spirit Realm Covenant.

“Great God of Knowledge! We offer you our faith,” the cultists chanted in unison.

“We yearn for your descent.”

“We…”

People inside and outside the castle all knelt down, frantically calling towards the inside.

They chanted the name of the God of Knowledge, their frenzied voices intertwining.

Piercing into one’s heart.

Bits of light intertwined above the ritual formation, and then a white, dust-like shadow sat down on the ground.

It was only a phantom, unable to leave this ritual formation.

The spirit carefully examined it, finally confirming her thoughts.

“The Little Person in the Bottle, Anhofus, right?”

The Little Person in the Bottle rose excitedly, approaching the edge of the ritual formation before stopping abruptly, as if hitting an invisible barrier.

“You know me?” he asked, his voice tinged with disbelief.

“You actually know who I am?”

The Little Person in the Bottle was somewhat excited. Did this mean…

That the lofty God Yinsai also knew of him?

The spirit nodded: “I saw your name on the Divine Cup!”

“Sequence number 2, The Little Person in the Bottle Anhofus, the incomplete immortal possessor of the Wisdom Ability.”

He asked tremblingly: “Spirit from God’s realm, does God Yinsai really exist?”

The spirit nodded affirmatively: “Of course He exists!”

The Little Person in the Bottle received a positive response, resolving that long-standing doubt.

But more questions flooded his mind: “Then why hasn’t God punished me?”

Spirit Simila tilted her head, puzzled: “Why would God punish you?”

This question left the Little Person in the Bottle stunned.

Indeed! Why would God punish him?

The Little Person in the Bottle stammered: “Because I violated the taboo!”

The spirit’s confusion deepened: “What taboo?”

The Little Person in the Bottle was speechless again. After a long while, he slowly said: “It’s…”

“The power of immortality, the power of God!”

The spirit became even more perplexed: “Immortality and God’s power were given to you by God in the first place!”

“Everything you possess comes from God.”

“When did God ever set any taboos for you?”

The Little Person in the Bottle became even more frantic, dancing about in the ritual formation like a madman.

“Hahahaha!”

“So that’s how it is.”

“There was never any taboo at all.”

“We were just wildly guessing, thinking we knew the secrets of the divine, thinking we had touched the divine taboos.”

“In the end.”

“Our strength and weakness mean nothing to God Yinsai.”

The Little Person in the Bottle finished speaking and revealed a mocking expression: “Anhofus, look at yourself!”

“Everything you know means nothing to God Yinsai.”

“The taboos you thought you touched were merely Yinsai’s blessings.”

“You’re just a fool.”

“A fool who thought he had uncovered the world’s greatest secret.”

The Little Person in the Bottle ran to Spirit Simila’s front again and continued asking.

“Can you tell me!”

“What is God like?”

“What kind of being is God, really?”

Spirit Simila furrowed her brow, seemingly at a loss for words.

“What is God like?”

“Actually, I don’t know what God is like either, because beings in the mortal realm can’t directly gaze upon the true God. Everything we can see is just an image that God allows us to see.”

“But, I once heard Lady Hila say…”

The Little Person in the Bottle interjected: “The messenger at the right hand of the divine throne—Dream Spirit Hila?”

Spirit Simila nodded: “Yes! That’s Lady Hila.”

The little person pressed: “What did she say?”

Spirit Simila didn’t really understand the meaning of these words either, she just repeated them carefully.

“Lady Hila once told us that God said there are billions of stars in this world. Each of the endless stars in the sky is a sun incredibly far away from us, and our world is just a distant planet near our sun.”

“This world originally didn’t have us; we only appeared in this world because God Yinsai descended.”

“This world originally didn’t have abilities; abilities are just shadows projected from outside the world by God Yinsai, extensions of his will.”

“We believe in God Yinsai, but we have never seen the true God Yinsai.”

The Little Person in the Bottle couldn’t understand: “You say no one has ever seen God Yinsai, what does that mean?”

Spirit Simila spoke as if it were obvious: “It’s normal! Because God Yinsai isn’t in this universe, let alone in our world.”

“The vision of mortals,” she continued, “how could it penetrate the endless sea of stars and the universe to see God Yinsai who has reached the other shore?”

Spirit Simila looked at the Little Person in the Bottle: “Little Person in the Bottle, you’re confined within a bottle.”

“But you don’t know that this world is also a bottle to God.”

“The true deity isn’t inside the bottle. How can people inside the bottle know the greatness of the deity?”

The Little Person in the Bottle was completely bewildered. He stepped back gradually.

Finally, he collapsed onto the ground.

“Even if I come out of this bottle, I’m just jumping from one bottle into another.”

“We’re all just living inside His bottle.”

“Everything we desire and seek is merely a shadow of God Yinsai.”

But suddenly, the Little Person in the Bottle jumped up and danced excitedly.

He felt the outside world was too wonderful, and he longed even more to break the bottle and appear outside.

Even if it was just a bigger bottle.

He even wanted to ascend to God Yinsai’s realm, to see the shadow of this Creator with his own eyes.

The existence of God Yinsai perfectly matched his image of a deity.

Powerful beyond imagination.

Majestic beyond comprehension.

Everyone only sees His illusion, everyone only pursues His reflection, all power is merely a projection of His consciousness.

Not like his own false godhood, but what he had hoped for and longed for.

The true form of a god.

“This is the true deity,” he whispered in awe.

“No,” he corrected himself, his voice rising with fervor.

“He is not God, He is the Creator!”

The crazed little person was so excited he didn’t know what to do with himself. It seemed at this moment he wasn’t the God of Knowledge.

But a fanatical believer.