Chapter 374 (1/2)

The ancient parchments, which were specially treated, stayed soft yet tough even after 3,000 years had past. Though faded, it suffered no damage. The handwriting was blurry, but it was legible under careful eye.

The ancient written language of three thousand years old was different from the language of present-day’s Plane of Dreams. The ascetics, who were studying the ancient religious texts in the ancient language, had no problem understand them—so long as the handwriting was still recognisable.

The manuscript in the sacred cavern wasn’t a fetish or Goddess’ patrimony but the last word of the first pope intended for his successor.

Big Beardy read it out slowly. “…we came from the stars… all of the life in this world originated from the stars… the Goddess created all of the life, but in the beginning, She had created just the seeds…”

“What does that mean?” The young nun asked, getting confused.

Being an interstellar traveller, Hao Ren understood the meaning of it better than the four ascetics. “It basically says all of the life on this planet came the space, brought by the meteoroid and things like that. You know?” he explained.

“The Goddess created the seeds.” Big Beardy pointed at the text with his index finger. “She sowed the seeds on the various planets, the seeds grew on planets which were hospitable to life. We are sons derived from the seeds, the creation of the Goddess, but also just dregs of the system.”

So far, the only difference between this writings and the texts of Disciples of Glory was in terms of wording. But everyone’s face turned serious when Big Beardy continued with the subsequent paragraphs. “…I am leaving this message in the hope that when the cavern is opened for the second time, all races in this world would have risen up, not that to surpass the ancient civilisation but to be strong enough to delay the powerful ancient creatures, our furious ‘brothers’…”

“Before time began, the world was just a barren place where planets were desolute, dead, and lifeless. Then the Goddess was conceived out of the darkness. She is the first life of spirit and knowledge, king of kings, blood of bloods, soul of souls. But the Goddess was not happy that the stars were lifeless. So She created the seeds and sowed them on the planets. When the seeds fell on the earth, they began to evolve into blood tide from which the most primitive life forms evolved and subsequently ruled the earth. I called that earliest seed ‘The Original Seed’. It is the origin of all life on this tiny rock in space. From great men to servants, from demi-gods to no-bodies, you and me, and all plants originated from this seed.

“The felony of the ancient Magic Empire wasn’t the creation of perfect life form nor their encourchment into the realm of the divine; what they had done was far more serious than that—they found the remnant of The Original Seed, drew power from the fresh and blood of the remnant, then attempted to play God!

“The Original Seed is the blood of the Goddess, an extension of Her body which contained the most primitive, direct divine power, and even be regarded as the Goddess Herself. The Magic Emperors were mesmerised and arrogant. They attempted to use the fresh and blood to regenerate their own bodies, and even tried to erode and control the sacred remains with their mortal will so that they could become god. Their blesphemy against The Original Seed was the root cause of the destruction.

“What I am going to reveal, no matter how unacceptable or unbelieveable is to you, is the truth; the truth of the evolution of all life on this planet…

“We are not the first born—after The Original Seed landed on earth, it not just gave birth to a single sowing. During the height of Blood Tide, the oldest and strongest guardians were born. The First Sowing thrived in the early days and took on a more primodial strength, and had the most steadfast loyalty and conviction to the mother—the Goddess. I call these oldest beings ‘The First Born’. The First Born ruled the earth for millions of years until they got tired of it and went into collective slumber. Subsequently other smaller beings—including us, were born from the already thinned out Blood Tide. We the little mortals were just the second born.

“The arrogance of the ancient Magic Emperors had infuriated The First Born who were asleep in the depths of the earth. They sensed that people had spoilt the structure of The Original Seed, so they rose from their sleep and launched a bloody massacre.