Chapter 403 - Chapter 403: Chapter 383 Spirit Inscriptions (2/2)

“It, it, that’s a sacred relic!”

The stele was pitch-black, as if it could swallow all the surrounding light, yet under the influence of some unknown force, it exuded an indescribable majesty.

Its shape was primitive and complex, its surface engraved with unknown symbols and patterns, each stroke revealing wisdom and power beyond the ages, involuntarily inspiring awe in all who beheld it.

As the stele slowly became visible, the whole world seemed to come to a halt.

“A divine sign! The great Lord of the Lost has manifested Himself!”

“Hahaha! Fantastic! We’ve finally waited for this day!”

“He has awakened! He has saved us!”

The followers of the Dawn Church were filled with an unprecedented excitement and shock, each of them dropping to their knees, with hands clasped or arms outstretched, looking up at this otherworldly miracle with the most devout posture, tears mingling on their cheeks.

And so, many more believers became devout persons.

“Oh, great Lord of the Lost!”

In the midst of the many kneeling crowds, Felix breathed deeply with intense excitement, silently reciting in his heart.

“You have finally heard our calling, sending this holy stele to descend upon the mortal realm, guiding the way for the Fischer family and bestowing upon the Dawn Church strength and wisdom.”

At this moment, the hearts of all the faithful were tightly connected, sharing the shock and revelation.

They believed that the arrival of this black stele was a grace from the great Lord of the Lost to mankind, the highest affirmation of their faith and perseverance!

As time passed, the image of the black stele gradually faded, but the shock and revelation it left behind were forever etched into the heart of every believer.

The elderly and frail Lilian lay quietly on her bed, her eyes half-open.

Her breathing had become weak and rapid, the flame of life seemingly ready to extinguish at any moment, yet in her final moments, Lilian’s face was filled with an indescribable calmness and release.

“God.”

“You have truly awakened, and I have no more regrets.”

“Forgive me, for I do not know who to appoint as the next High Priest of the Dawn Church. I leave it to You to decide.”

“Now, I come to see You.”

Gradually, Lilian found herself back in the Fischer Manor.

And it was not the expanded, rebuilt manor, but more like the Fischer Manor of her childhood memories.

Though much smaller, it gave her a greater sense of familiarity and comfort, her heart brimming with joy.

Unconsciously, Lilian found herself turned back into a child, her youthful self who loved small animals with innocent delight.

One by one, small animals emerged from around her, gathering by her side.

“So happy!”

Lilian squatted down with a smiling face, childishly playing with the animals.

Just then, a strange beam of light pierced through the clouds, shining inside the room as if the Lord of the Lost above had sent one final warming rays especially for her.

She looked up in stunned silence.

Within the light, mysterious and solemn scenes slowly emerged, like a divine revelation unfolding before Lilian’s eyes—as if the gates of heaven were slowly opening, with holy angels lined up in the clouds to greet her, and as though the god she had worshipped her whole life was looking at her with a tender gaze, offering the final solace and affirmation.

“Oh, great Lord of the Lost…”

Joy and gratitude filled Lilian’s eyes, fully aware that this was the return for her long-standing devout faith.

At this moment, all pain and suffering seemed insignificant, and all regrets and reluctance turned to smoke.

She felt an unprecedented tranquility and freedom, her soul already freed from the bonds of the flesh, ready to embark on that unknown journey.

“I am coming.”

Lilian gently closed her eyes, a faint smile on her lips.

In release and peace, she slowly and serenely departed this world, heading toward a place far more beautiful.

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