Frilian: Starting with Wind Spirit and Moon Shadow, Playing Through the Heavens

Seria nodded and immediately used her skill to protect her spirit.

Once your mind is enveloped by an invisible barrier, you will see the ice and snow in front of you slowly melting away.

The lush green flowers and grasses grew rapidly like bamboo shoots after a spring rain, and in an instant, the fragrance of flowers filled the air, forming a garden that gave one a feeling of being transformed.

Splash—

Before Celia could figure out how this was done, a crack suddenly appeared in the space in front of her, because there was no magical fluctuation.

From the crack, endless light poured out, sacred and magnificent.

Upon seeing this, Celia felt a strong urge to worship.

"Divine power?"

Ronan narrowed his eyes. He could sense the energy contained within the light, something on a higher level than magic.

Creatures exposed to its light will have a physiological reaction similar to putting a hand into boiling water.

Ronan knew that ordinary mental defenses wouldn't work on this thing, so he immediately took Celia's hand.

In an instant, Celia stopped bending her knees.

Suddenly I came to my senses.

Pupil dilation.

"I…"

She hesitated, as if to speak, and Ronan, seeing this, patted her on the shoulder and comforted her:

"It's alright. I don't know if it was intentional or unintentional. Anyway, just be careful."

Hearing this, Celia took a deep breath and could only nod.

Then I saw Kraft suddenly kneel down on the ground.

The two looked at each other in silence.

……

"Hmm, that's impressive. Is it a skill from another world? It's even immune to the effects of divine power?"

"No, it should be that the physiological instincts were suppressed... but even so, it is still remarkable."

"Even the heroes' entourage can barely hold their own against my true form..."

Inside the temple, the goddess gazed at the outside world, assessing the strength of the people as she sighed softly.

A moment later, his gaze swept over Kraft, who was lying prone.

With the use of magic, his entire life played back frame by frame like a movie.

After reading it, the goddess nodded in satisfaction:

"Is this very devout child searching for friends?"

"Such loyal and affectionate elves are rare these days."

She gently raised her hand, gesturing for a spirit not far away to invite everyone in, adding at the same time:

“Go see if his friends have been reincarnated so far. I remember those original monks have never left…”

As mentioned before, there is more than just one goddess in heaven.

Aside from demons and monsters, all the dead come here.

In order to maintain order in heaven, more than 99% of those who die are reincarnated immediately.

However, a very small number of people who are extremely loyal to the goddess will remain in heaven and serve her forever.

The spirit respectfully responded and, after learning the name of Kraft's friend, quickly departed.

Soon, he found the corresponding existence.

A phantom soul with a goatee paused slightly upon hearing of Kraft's arrival, his face filled with disbelief.

That was a very distant memory, and he vaguely felt that he had misheard.

But when he finally met the goddess, he realized that it was all true.

then--

He instinctively reached for his chest, but found nothing. He took a deep breath, a resolute glint in his eyes, and turned to walk away.

……

Outside the temple, Celia clicked her tongue softly:

"The fact that the soul actually exists is truly a groundbreaking discovery of the century."

"Ronan, do you think the mages will be in an uproar if we release this information?"

Ronan watched silently as Clafot conversed with his monk friend, a thoughtful look flashing in his eyes:

"Highly unlikely."

Although I am surprised to see souls, this surprise is based solely on my understanding of souls.

It's like different circles. People who aren't in the same circle, no matter how eloquently they speak, won't get any of the key points.

Upon hearing Ronan's explanation, Celia looked slightly disappointed, but she quickly accepted it.

She raised her head slightly, looked up at the sky, and pondered.

There is still a long time ahead, and those magicians will one day realize the existence of the soul.

It's not too late to release these information then.

"Hello." Just as she was pondering, the goatee-bearded monk approached.

His features were exceptionally clear, only his body was transparent.

He extended his hand to Ronan, his voice gentle and steady:

“Nice to meet you. I am a monk, Alberto. Thank you for bringing Kravot here.”

"I've heard you're the current Pope? It's an honor to meet you."

"Now please follow me, the goddess wishes to see you."

Ronan shook hands with him, then walked toward the temple, while signaling to Celia not to be careless.

The Heavenly Kingdom is no longer their territory. Although they can still use their skills, no one knows what other tricks the goddess has up her sleeve.

Celia nodded and followed closely behind Ronan.

When Celia saw the goddess, she was slightly taken aback, her eyes filled with amazement.

The goddess was so beautiful that, unlike the statue, she wore a veil and a white dress, like a wedding gown.

Just by staring at him, his mental defenses began to crumble.

"Wow...that's amazing..."

Seria recalled Ronan's earlier words and couldn't help but sigh at how unreasonable this kind of pressure was.

At the same time, she also understood how poorly those humans outside portrayed the image of the goddess.

It only has the form, but not the spirit; the temperament, posture, and beauty are not even a tenth of what they were.

Perhaps it's the influence of being a god; it's like beauty is in the eye of the beholder.

Right now, Tomie is only seen through the eyes of her lover.

Could someone like that really be won over by Ronan? She couldn't help but have her doubts.

At this moment, the goddess gracefully stepped forward.

Her gaze swept over the two of them, a soft light emanating from her, and a gentle smile appeared on her lips:

"Hello, it's great to finally meet you all. This should be considered our first meeting."

"I've always wanted to meet you in person, but I just haven't had the chance."

"Now... Ronan, the hero, what are your thoughts?"

It's so unreal... That was Ronan's first thought, because he felt he could see all sorts of beauty in the goddess.

Fortunately, my heroic will is a conceptual protection, otherwise I would be like the believers here.

Seeing that Ronan didn't speak, the goddess didn't mind, simply waved her hand casually, and turned away:

"Come with me. I've prepared what you asked me to do last time."

"But as I said before, I cannot grant you divine power directly."

"You can only find it yourself through continuous exploration."

"Are you going to act now or...?"

“Now,” Celia said impatiently.

However, Ronan's voice rang out immediately afterward:

"In a moment."

Celia looked at Ronan with surprise, her eyes full of doubt. Then Ronan explained:

"There's no rush to act; the passage hasn't been opened yet."

“No,” the goddess said calmly.

"Then, may we take a tour of this place?"

"How many people live in heaven? Are they all monks?"

The goddess paused for a moment, then said, "Not entirely, if you're visiting..."

She summoned Alberto, the goatee-bearded monk, back to her and instructed him to be their guide, then said:

"There are about five hundred people living in the heavenly kingdom. Apart from the monks, the rest are scholars who worship me greatly and do not want to be reincarnated."

"I personally don't want to force them."

"If you're interested, you can talk to them; who knows, they might be able to bring some new vitality to the human world."

"But be careful not to take them away from heaven, otherwise their souls will dissipate, and even I will not be able to be resurrected."