The Nightmare Experience of a Useless Person

In the realm of the God of Life, there is no night, nor is there morning; everything is brightly lit, except that the candle by the bedside has burned out.

"It's bright enough, why bother lighting candles?"

The candle was lit by Ah Wu and Ah Liu. At that time, Jiang Zhiyang was half asleep and half awake. He vaguely saw two little figures and thought that the Black and White Impermanence had come to capture him, which scared him awake.

At that moment, Jiang Zhiyang groggily sat up. Still not fully awake, he reached into his pocket with his left hand, pulled out an apple, and began to bite into it mercilessly, muttering incessantly, "May you be reborn into a good family, may you be reborn into a good family..."

In the main hall, the deity sat serenely, her long desk piled high with scrolls sent by the divine messengers. She patiently read them one by one, and then wrote her name on the golden prayer book.

As Jiang Zhiyang stepped into the main hall, he shivered from the chilly wind.

"Even gods use pen and ink to do things. I thought everything could be accomplished with a wave of the hand." As if to ease the awkwardness of breaking the silence, Jiang Zhiyang chuckled twice without realizing it.

The deity did not stop writing, but simply replied softly, "That is also acceptable."

"No! We must use a brush!" Ah Liu, who was quietly grinding ink on the side, suddenly burst out like a thunderclap, completely out of place in this elegant setting.

"Why?" Jiang Zhiyang asked casually. Although the child was not likable, she certainly added a lot of color to this dull hall. Jiang Zhiyang was always more relaxed around her and subconsciously enjoyed bickering with her.

"If I don't write, I won't need ink! I'm the inkstone master, personally appointed by the adults!" When she mentioned the last three words, she revealed that proud little face again.

"When did the page who grinds ink become an official? Hahahaha."

Upon hearing this, her little face immediately puffed up with anger, her fiery eyes dimmed, and her two big, round eyes were brimming with tears, as if they were about to burst out at any moment.

"Ah Liu, hurry, we're running out of ink." The deity, abandoning his aloof demeanor, spoke to Ah Liu as if teasing a child.

The little child immediately stopped crying and carefully began grinding the ink stick with both of his tiny hands.

Looking at her adorable appearance, the deity smiled kindly. They didn't seem like a deity and a divine messenger, but rather like a mother and child. Clearly, Jiang Zhiyang secretly guessed that the deity still preferred A-Liu.

"Don't blame Ah Liu for being rude. There are thousands upon thousands of divine messengers in this temple, all of whom are the embodiment of my spiritual power. That is to say... they are me. Therefore, Ah Liu's temperament is also like mine."

That's not quite right. If what you say is true, the deity is probably composed of one in a thousand Ah Liu and nine hundred and ninety-nine in a thousand Wenwen Erya. Of course, Ah Liu is negligible.

Jiang Zhiyang inwardly scoffed, but dared not say it aloud. After all, Ah Liu, with his fiery temper, was not someone he could appease. He simply went along with the question, "An incarnation of spiritual power?"

"Yes." The deity gently raised her hand, and Ah Wu, who was standing upright in front of her, turned into a wisp of light. She gently covered her hand, and little Ah Wu returned to his original form, without even changing his cold and indifferent expression!

The adult is all-powerful, but the humble man is ignorant and ignorant. Seeing the living person in front of him disappear and reappear, Jiang Zhiyang was still so frightened that he trembled. The trembling muscles pulled the corners of his mouth, pulling out a forced smile.

"Lord A-Liu, I apologize for my rudeness. Lord A-Liu, this ink... this ink is ground so well!"

Ah Liu ignored her and just pouted, but she was overjoyed and couldn't stop smiling. She tried hard to suppress her laughter, and her little mouth was twisted into a wave.

"My lord, the time has come." An old woman walked into the hall. She had a round face, curved eyebrows and eyes, and a kind expression. Ah Liu called her "Ah Yi". She was the first divine messenger of the Sheng Yuan Divine Realm. This kind of temperament was more like the avatar of a god!

"Okay." The deity stood up, and Ah Liu carefully put away the prayer book, obediently following behind the deity, her two little feet tiptoeing, lively and carefree.

Jiang Zhiyang felt somewhat lost. Could mortals watch gods perform rituals? He just followed timidly behind them, and since he wasn't driven away, he figured it was probably okay.

They climbed upwards step by step, and after passing through a glass gate, their view suddenly opened up, and a damp, chilly breeze greeted them.

At this moment, they felt as if they were standing on the summit of a high mountain, above which was a sea of ​​clouds with nine white waves. Jiang Zhiyang reached out his hand, but only felt a wisp of ethereal mist.

Beneath those high mountains lies the vast and boundless mortal realm, where there are plains, hills, mountains, babbling brooks, and raging seas. There are prosperous lands with dense populations, and desolate wastelands stretching for miles. There are neatly arranged houses, and stilted houses clinging to mountains and rivers. There are bustling streets with thriving commerce, and fertile fields stretching for miles, yielding abundant harvests...

At this moment, the vast world is like a magnificent scroll, and all living beings leap off the page, lively and vibrant, flourishing with every turn and fold.

This is Fuyoujian, a place where the God of Life bestows blessings.

"May you be blessed and protected!"

"No, it is because the universe contains all things, and the autumn waters ask the mayfly. I do not like mayflies, so I took a homonym for 'blessing'." The deity lowered her eyes gently, as if the myriad mortal world was only half of her vision.

In an instant, in Jiang Zhiyang's eyes, her usual gentleness was replaced by a hint of coldness. It was this hint of indifference that made Jiang Zhiyang seem to truly realize that the person before him was not just an innocent and beautiful woman, but a true god who transcended all things...

What a profound question to the mayfly in the autumn waters! To mortals, the vast world, which they cannot measure with their own two legs even after exhausting their lifespan, is nothing more than a mayfly, born in the morning and dying at dusk. And the blessings that they sincerely seek throughout their lives are nothing more than a few strokes of a brush, as light as a feather, to the gods.

A barely perceptible sense of revulsion rose in Jiang Zhiyang's heart. He was also a human being, and to the gods, he was nothing more than a drop in the ocean among the masses, insignificant and meaningless.

This was true, but it still made him feel uneasy.

The messengers of the gods lined up one by one, with A-Wu and A-Liu at the front. They held up the long book of blessings and read out the names inside to the gods.

"I pray that the snow lotus of Mount Shenghao in the Northern Region of the Void may thrive forever."

The deity raised his left arm high, and with a flick of his sleeve, manipulated the stars and embraced the moon, like fireflies stirring thin clouds.

"Pray that the Red-toothed Wolves of the Nine Nether Mountains and Forests of Litai will breed endlessly."

The deity slightly bent his right knee, and as he lifted his leg, fleeting shadows and shimmering light appeared, like phoenixes soaring and gathering, carrying light with them as he moved.

"May the Liu family of Qianzhou, south of Yuzhang, prosper and have many descendants."

The deity spun around, her slender waist surrounded by a profusion of flowers, a riot of color and beauty.

Under the vast and all-encompassing heaven and earth, the lucky ones in the long scroll received blessings and protection from the divine being with a single dance.

Jiang Zhiyang gazed at the scene with rapt attention. Was this the power of the gods? Just looking at them made him feel as if life were but a dream, and he forgot his physical form. The trivialities, troubles, and anxieties of mortal life were nothing more than the last snowflakes of winter, and the self-righteous, towering humans were merely another form of the natural world, surging and undulating with the great waves of life…

"The last one, I pray, that the Wang family, the county magistrate of Tuzhong in the east of Wanzhou, may you enjoy a long and blessed life."

……who?