Chương 535: The Ipth - 535
As a few years passed, Yhwh sat at the edge of a mountain. The view from here was beautiful.
Every now and then, he would see golden threads enter his body. These were from beings that became old enough to actually produce any sort of faith. As the world population grew, so did Yhwh's golden threads.
Many of the people that had given him faith had died, but their golden threads remained. Yhwh considered it a way to stay with him even after death.
Yhwh played with a golden thread while looking at the stars. This particular golden thread was his very first, coming from a stray cat.
Yhwh liked to help others, and he understood that this world was not the only one in the universe. It seemed incomprehensible to him, but the universe appeared endless. He could help an infinite amount of beings if he left this world and continued his journey.
The only trouble was, being so far away, it would be hard to help the people on this planet. He could only do it through golden threads, and even then, he couldn't monitor the countless living beings that had faith in him at once.
Yhwh felt saddened and confused. He sat and thought for a long time. The possibility of being able to constantly monitor the billions of people that believed in him was not even entertained. It was impossible and he knew it.
Perhaps if he could create some sort of overseeing consciousness that could sort these things out for him, then he would feel satisfied.
In the residence, Zhou Fan nodded his head. "Yeah. That's what I would have done."
Yhwh thought for a while before getting up. He couldn't focus on the sad parts forever. It would be better to continue to expand his influence. To do that, it was time to leave this world.
A few years later, Yhwh held a gathering for all of those that had faith in him. Humans, beasts, even normal animals, all were welcome.
He spoke at this gathering, explaining that he would soon leave the world to help more people, but that he would always be connected to them.
Unexpectedly, nobody was sad. They always felt a closeness to him, no matter how far he was. They were excited that more beings would be able to have faith in Yhwh.
After a few more years, Yhwh, who had long known how to fly by manipulating golden threads, ascended into the sky and disappeared amongst clouds.
Cultivators and mortals alike sent him off. Ever since he had been born on this world, it had begun to change for the better. Crime was nearly non-existent, and everyone had at least one thing in common, faith.
Fult watched Yhwh go off with a solemn expression. "Whatever you are, you are not human. At the very least, I hope you are truly a good person."
As Yhwh reached space, he saw sights he hadn't imagined. His power was the power of Faith, and the golden threads were faith taken form. By manipulating the golden threads, he could do many things. Flying and existing in space was just one of them.
As he stepped forward, golden threads formed a river under him that swept him away at an incredible speed.
Before long, he arrived at another planet with human life. After all, he was in a human area.
He descended to this world, and after a few years, he left it as well, countless new golden threads connected to him. Yhwh's path was somewhat like Monty's. It was very simple and easy to follow, but it could not be replicated. Will, Monty, and now Yhwh had all created powers and paths unique to them.
Even Zhou Fan could not truly follow these paths. Yhwh's tale continued smoothly, finding planets and sects, gaining countless followers, gaining more golden threads and more faith. As he continued to grow, he changed as well.
From a rather average human in terms of looks, he became elegant and divine. Mortals would gain faith by looking at him, and cultivators were much easier to convince.
One day many years later, Yhwh's strength was nearing the true god level. He was well known throughout the universe as an incredibly famous religious figure.
Suddenly, without any warning, he felt something above him. Looking up, he saw a gelatinous creature. It was dark green and was in the form of jelly.
"This aura. A member of our species, and so strong?" The gelatinous creature said as it looked at Yhwh.
Yhwh looked at it coldly. "Who are you and what do you want?"
The gelatinous creature looked at him up and down. "Yes. No doubt about it. Child, you are of our species."
Yhwh was surprised by the nonsense coming out of this pile of jelly's mouth.
"You may be a true god, but do not come openly insulting me. I am human."
The dark green gelatinous creature was silent for a moment before moving away. "It seems something has happened to you. I will fetch the patriarch."
Yhwh did not understand what the being was saying, but did not stop it from leaving.
He acted as if it was some sort of chance encounter with a mentally ill individual and continued to focus on his connection with the golden threads.
A few million years later, Yhwh felt a powerful aura above him.
It was another gelatinous creature, this one blue, and far more powerful than the last.
"Indeed. It is you, child of agrogoria. Cast away from young due to the battle of inheritance, yet here you are now, so powerful and incomprehensible."
Yhwh recognized this aura. This was a sage realm cultivator.
He prepared to escape. As he stood up, he felt a pang in his heart. He felt a connection, not from a golden thread, but from the being above him.
"Do not fear me, young one. It is one of my greatest regrets that they cast you away without my knowledge. Please, come with me."
Yhwh hesitated. He felt a warm feeling from this being, as if the nonsense it was saying was true.
"I am human." He said.
"No, child. You are a member of one of the most powerful races among the Outsiders. The Ipth will always be where you belong, and nothing can change that. I swear that I will not harm you, just follow me to the Ipth universe." The being said.
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