Chapter 374: The Truth of the Apocalypse

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

The ancient written language of 3,000 years ago was different from the language of present-day Plane of Dreams. The ascetics, who studied ancient religious texts in the ancient language had no problem in understanding them—so long as the handwriting was still recognisable.

The manuscript in the sacred cavern was not a fetish or a patrimony from the goddess, but the last words of the first pope intended for his successor.

Big Beardy read it out slowly. "...We came from the stars... All of life in this world originated from the stars... The goddess created all of life. But in the beginning, she only created the seeds..."

"What does that mean?" the young nun asked, getting confused.