Return to Heaven

Chapter 109 Return to Heaven

The temple complex on the lunar surface glowed with a faint blackish-red halo under the starlight. It was the psionic radiation field that Lin Zimo had personally descended, enveloping the lifeless satellite like a thin veil.

Three pairs of illusory eyes formed from black and red flames silently looked down. Lin Zimo saw more and more children being selected to come to the moon. They came from all corners of human civilization. Regardless of their background, they were all equal seekers of the Dao here.

The children stood in neat rows in the temple square, dressed in uniform white robes that trailed on the ground. At first glance, they looked like a black canvas with a brush tip dabbing white paint on it, which was dripping down.

Under the guidance of the priests, they prayed and practiced daily. Thanks to the psychic radiation field descended by Lin Zimo, their psychic talents were awakening at an astonishing speed. Those psychic thresholds that they might never be able to cross in their lifetime were within reach here.

Lin Ziming could sense the burgeoning spiritual energy within these children, like tender buds sprouting from the soil in spring, full of infinite possibilities.

Most of them are likely to grow into outstanding psionicists in the future, contributing to the development of human civilization in the interstellar age.

Deep within the Black Stone Pyramid, Terence was personally instructing a group of the most outstanding students. This apostle, who had been granted immortality by Lin Zimo, was now educating the next generation as the supreme mentor of the human civilization's psionic system. His figure appeared exceptionally solemn and dignified in the candlelight, and his eyes, burning with flames, seemed to reflect the soul of each student.

Lin Ziming watched all of this quietly. Human civilization had gotten back on track. They had acquired faster-than-light travel technology, established border outposts, and begun exploring the vast universe.

Although humanity is still relatively immature compared to other advanced interstellar civilizations, it has already acquired the basic ability to survive in this harsh universe.

Lin Ziming knew that there was little point in him staying here.

He cannot teach humanity the technology to develop civilization, because his power is instinct, just as humans, accustomed to breathing and walking, may not necessarily know the biological principles behind the workings of their bodies.

The path of science and technology needs to be explored step by step by humanity itself. It has no intention of setting social systems or the form of civilization for them, and will even silently observe when conflicts break out between humanity and other civilizations.

As he had told Terence before, whether human civilization chooses peaceful coexistence or to cleanse the universe is their own decision, and Lin Zimo will only personally intervene when human civilization faces an unparalleled crisis.

Lin Ziming was high above the moon at this moment, and he could feel the power of faith converging on him from all parts of human civilization, flowing into his body continuously.

Those beliefs were so pure, so steadfast, and so clearly directed. Every believer who prayed to him was establishing a connection with him through their soul. This connection transcended distance, as if invisible threads were tightly binding him to human civilization, just as a child holds his father's hand or is connected to his mother by the umbilical cord.

Lin Ziming had pondered the essence of this power of faith. If he were a physical entity in the subspace, he would probably have long been distorted by these powers of faith into the image seen by believers: an omniscient and omnipotent god, a benevolent and loving creator, and a supreme judge who judges all evil.

Under the immense level of spiritual energy, believers weave countless legends and doctrines for the gods they worship. The warp entities that are targeted by these legends and doctrines become bound by them, eventually becoming symbols living in the believers' imaginations. While possessing greater power, they are also blinded by faith and completely lose themselves.

However, Lin Ziming was not a subspace entity. The faith power that flowed into his body did not change his essence. Instead, it turned into the fuel for the "Death of Zero," burning away all subjective will, emotions, and imagination within him.

Every thread of faith, every devout soul, is adding fuel to this flame that symbolizes the end of all things, making it burn even brighter and more intensely.

Lin Ziming thus deduced that the so-called power of faith is essentially a special kind of psychic energy, which is of the same origin as the psychic energy in the subspace that is influenced by life emotions, only the form of expression is different, just as psychic energy has the symbolism of death in his case.

The reason why faith can be transmitted regardless of distance is also due to the chaotic and disordered nature of the subspace, which is like opening an invisible channel beneath the surface of the real universe.

This means that even if Lin Zimo leaves human civilization and goes to any corner of the universe, he can still receive the power of faith from humans, because those faiths have established a clear directional relationship with him and will not be intercepted by other entities in the subspace.

Lin Ziming's psionic projection slowly lowered its will towards the center of the temple complex. In front of the huge dragon bone statue, Terence seemed to sense something and knelt down before the statue.

"Lord, your servant awaits your will," Terence said in a low, devout voice.

Lin Ziming's will descended directly upon him, rather than possessing the idol, like a vast ocean so hot it was almost boiling, immersing Terence in it.

This arrival was so sudden and unexpected that strange phenomena occurred frequently within the temple. The flames scattered into halos, losing their upward momentum and resembling a clump of paper-cut window decorations. The black stone statues seemed to be about to take flight, and the earth was worn and roughened, as if weathered over millions of years.

"My apostles, I have witnessed the growth of humanity, witnessed you leave your home planet and venture into the sea of ​​stars," Lin Ziming's voice echoed in Terence's consciousness, like the whispers of the stars, "You have already acquired the ability to survive in this universe, and I, it is time to continue my journey."

"Lord," Terence bowed deeply, "human civilization will forever remember your grace and walk on the path you have guided. Wherever you are, our prayers will follow in your footsteps until the end of time."

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Lin Ziming was silent for a moment, then continued, "After I leave, you need to be cautious in your dealings with others. In this world, among all living beings, there are kind ones and many who follow authority. I await to see what kind of ideals you will ultimately embrace."

"I will follow the Lord's teachings."

Lin Ziming's will slowly faded away. Terence lay on the ground, and when he finally raised his head, the temple had returned to its original state, and the enormous strange phenomenon that had enveloped it had all dissipated.

At the same time, in the plaza of the temple complex, the children who were practicing suddenly stopped what they were doing. They felt an indescribable fluctuation, as if the entire moon was trembling slightly at that moment.

They looked up at the sky and saw a dark red figure rising high. The figure was so huge and so majestic that it seemed as if a single wing span could cover the starry sky, preventing people from seeing the brilliant stars.

"It is the Lord!" a child exclaimed.

All the children, all the priests, and even all the humans on the moon stopped what they were doing and knelt down to worship the figure in the sky.

Lin Ziming looked down at the dense crowd below. Their prayers converged into a torrent, like a waterfall flowing backwards into his consciousness. He did not respond, but simply watched it all quietly.

Then, he flapped his wings and flew away.

Those were illusory membrane wings formed from black and red flames, just like he looked in his previous life. They drew an arc in the starry sky and headed straight for the outer edge of the galaxy.

Lin Ziming did not choose to leave the galaxy by traversing the subspace because he had discovered that as the "Death of Zero" burned more and more intensely, his every move could easily burn through the veil between the real universe and the subspace.

It's like a flame passing by a piece of paper; if you're not careful, it will ignite the whole sheet. And once it burns through the warp veil, human civilization will inevitably be affected by the warp, or even invaded by warp demons.

Lin Zimo chose a gentler approach, transitioning from a subspace projection state to the present universe after leaving the Earth-Moon system, and then directly entering a faster-than-light state.

On the observation deck of the Ark space station, Howard watched this scene unfold. "They're gone," he murmured to himself, a hint of melancholy in his voice.

Lin Ziming quickly disappeared into the end of the starry sea, and everyone who looked up at the starry sky knew that the supreme being was still watching them from the far end of the universe, and they would continue to walk towards the unknown distance.