NOVEL NEXT Chapter 48: The God of Opening and Closing 'Janus' _2
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"You go back first; I'll head to the practice room," she turned and said to Annelli, her hair slightly fluttering in the night breeze, with a splendor swirling in her eyes.
"Alright..." Despite the confusion in her heart, Annelli still nodded.
Leaving Annelli behind, Tilan walked briskly through the nighttime, arriving at a gray, square building. This was the second combat training hall of Edith Academy, with many structures inside and underground—the surface only accounted for a small part.
Entering the chilly hall at night, she swiped open a room, then stepped into the elevator, descending to the quiet and sturdy underground.
Due to her privileges, this practice room was exceptionally large, about three hundred square meters, with a pool inside, where clear water rippled under the overhead light.
The underground was exceptionally quiet at night, with only the faint sound of water to be heard.
Tilan walked to the edge of the pool, then stepped on the freshly condensed ice on the water surface, slowly making her way to the center of the pool, where the ice shattered, and she sank into the water.
The cool water enveloped her body, but the girl remained calm. She closed her eyes, spread her hands, and immersed herself deep within her spirit.
The flickering light danced under the water, reflecting a fragmented blue on the ceiling.
Such water light continued to transform, and the blue color on the ceiling changed into purple, eerie yet beautiful.
Tilan submerged in the water appeared slightly absent-minded, the blue and purple in her eyes mixing and swirling like vortexes. Around her, blocks of blue or purple ice constantly formed, colliding with each other in the water, emitting crisp sounds.
By now, Tilan could no longer see everything in front of her, as if all the surroundings were receding, everything gradually turning snow-white.
Who am I...
Where is this...
No one answered, only eternal silence, so prolonged as to make one forget time.
The concept of time and space slowly vanished, as if entering a hall at the end of time, so vast and yet unchanging.
The sound of gears silently turned, but looking around, there was nothing else, as if those gears were transparent and colorless, with only a confused expanse of blue and purple void, countless colors smeared chaotically.
Billions of years passed in the blink of an eye, and just as the girl's faint consciousness sensed everything as unchanging eternity, the colors in this void slowly corrected themselves.
Lighter colors ascended, darker colors sank, numerous colors separated and converged, no longer in disarray but forming indistinct patterns of law scattered throughout the void, past and future alike.
Then, waves of prayerful sounds came from all directions of the void.
Become a god...
Become a god...
Become a god...
Become a god...
These voices were so consistent, growing from faint to loud, finally resounding like a roar, echoing throughout the world.
As if influenced by this, the patterns scattered in the void grew brighter and more brilliant with the sounds and prayers, until at last, in the intertwining four-colored sky, a small sun slowly rose, so bright and grand.
The golden sun, the burning sun, the eternal blazing flame, the absolutely powerful deity, the crystallization of billions of beings' prayers, the dream aspired to by countless lives, the crown symbolizing strength and eternity.
This glorious and burning sun journeyed through the countless pitch-black Sea of Void like a powerful iron, smoothing out this wrinkled and chaotic world.
In its wake, countless points of light closely followed. These points pursued the light and warmth, transforming continuously, shedding the restraints of the flesh, shedding the bonds of life, becoming a higher yet purer existence, transcending the Mundane World. These beings, absorbing the sun's fierce light and radiating warmth, drew near the light, approached the light, and became light, flawless and beautiful.
In their transit and rush, the pitch-black Sea of Void gradually stabilized, and everything orderly settled.
Afterward, surrounding the flaming sun, these points of light quietly settled, as if witnessing the reflection of the sun in the water, a surreal and beautiful 'sun' took shape.
It wasn't as intense as the sun but had only tranquility and fragility. Different from the sun that longed for strength and eternity, its existence represented regret and weeping.
Regret for the past, for the regrets in life, weeping for the unattainable, weeping for the forever unreachable distance.
This sorrowful wish was so profound and deep that even the sun had to halt its pace to see its reflection in the water, and at that moment, it understood the name of that reflection, the moon.
The sun wished for the moon in the water to rise, but it couldn't be so.
The reflection in the water was so ephemeral and tremulous that a mere touch would shatter it; it didn't truly exist in the world.
The sun's rays were so powerful that even the dark Sea of Void boiled in its radiance, but such mighty force could never interfere with the other side in the reflection.
The points of light circled the sun, becoming its companions and planets, standing in this void dark sea, they all looked down on the reflection below, singing and praying again and again.
Thus, in the river of time, those prayerful voices once again resounded.
Become a god...
Become a god...
Become a god...
Become a god...
Become a god...
The voice echoed again and again, breaking through the illusory water surface time after time, until in all the insignificant specks of dust, two tiny specks of stars responded.
Like entwined binary stars, they emerged on that illusory water surface and then countless points of light gazed upon these two tiny specks, showered in the eternal and fierce brilliance.
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