Myth: The Ruler of Spirituality

Since she wanted to spread the name of the Lord, there had to be written words, scriptures, and laws. She needed to tell these Humans what could be done and what could not, but as for these matters, Evelyn was obviously not very adept.

Arriving suddenly and leaving just as unexpectedly, Nuo held the Astrolabe in his hands, looking towards the spot where the Angel had disappeared. At its center, a faint starlight lingered, pointing straight in the southeast direction.

"Besides the Lord, all are false gods, huh..."

Evelyn\'s words had brought a tremendous shock to the primitive, broad Faith still in its embryonic stage. In the past, although the Divine King was higher than the other gods, there wasn\'t such a strong subordinate relationship among them, as the deities nominally governed themselves.

But now, the sudden emergence of \'monotheism\' was different. Only the Angels obeyed the Lord, and those who did not were false gods. This concept in faith was like the change from feudalism to centralization in the secular world, seeming both shocking and inevitable.

Nevertheless, Nuo quickly accepted this notion. Since he had already decided to spend the rest of his life spreading the holy name of the Lord, it was only natural to place the Lord in the sole and highest position.

"Lord Cohen, your origins are indeed a surprise to me," he said.

Taking a deep breath, Nuo looked over at Cohen.

The first created Human... No matter how one thought about it, Cohen\'s identity was thought-provoking.

"I\'m sorry, but please believe that it wasn\'t my intention to conceal anything; I just didn\'t know what the attitude of the Olympian Gods would be towards me, a survivor. Now it seems, my concerns have been confirmed," Cohen said, shaking his head.

From Evelyn\'s words and his astonishment, Cohen probably understood why her attitude towards him was the way it was.

If the Golden Human King who had once appeared in his dreams was just a devout believer, then Cohen now undoubtedly had his own convictions. He would think, question, and choose. Although this did not mean he would stop believing in deities, it certainly did not align with the Angels\' view of faith.

But Cohen was still grateful to her. No matter the purpose, the Civilization Slate had benefited Humans from three eras and saved him from the erosion of the divine shard. Moreover, he had never been asked to give anything in return throughout.

"Let\'s not talk about this anymore, Nuo. I promise you, from now on, we will travel together. On the way, I can slowly tell you my story, and not only that, I have much to teach you," Cohen said.

"The knowledge passed on to the Bronze Humanity by the Olympian Gods originates from the Golden Age, but in reality, their transmission wasn\'t complete."

Cohen spoke solemnly. No one in the world knew the knowledge passed down on the Civilization Slate better than he, and there were even some contents not used by the Golden Humanity that still lingered in Cohen\'s mind.

He intended to teach all this to Nuo, to help them build their own city. He also planned to teach them some things he had researched, not only his methods of physical training but also Cohen\'s research on divine shards.

Over the years, those shards sealed into golden artifacts had gradually given him some clues. Cohen found that the shards seemed to be graded according to their strength.

The lower the level, the weaker the impact on the spirit; not every shard brought the same kind of near-irresistible shock as the one that had merged with him. Below the shard that had merged with Cohen, there were five different levels of grade, and the weakest of them, though not very powerful, were estimated by Cohen to be safely accepted by any determined Human.

With their help, the people led by Nuo could better survive the disasters on the road. Otherwise, Cohen alone could not possibly protect them all.

"Is that so? That would be most fortunate. Lord Cohen, the truth is, I\'ve long been interested in these old-era stories," Nuo said, somewhat excitedly, while also taking a fennel stalk and drawing a flame from the Sacred Fire. His expression turned wistful when talking about stories from the old times.

"The disaster... I heard that there was a man named Ande who was good at performing plays, using puppets to depict past events. Unfortunately, I couldn\'t find him, and I don\'t know if he survived the flood," Nuo sighed, no longer dwelling on these thoughts, then turned around to face the crowd.

The arrival of the Angel had greatly lifted people\'s spirits, especially since she had given them a direction to move forward. After the disaster, hope was the thing most capable of inspiring confidence.

Standing before them, Nuo raised the Sacred Fire high.

"Since the Lord\'s messenger has pointed us in a direction, we should not stay here any longer. Now, let us seek what is left from the flood and hope to reach it before the turn of three seasons."

"There, we shall have a kingdom of our own, under the protection of the Lord."

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