On the last day of the 113th year of God’s revelation, amid the snowflakes flying all over the sky, it reached midnight to welcome the new year.
Countless red lanterns in the traditional Daxia style are hung beside the archways, under the wind and rain corridors, beside the cornices and brackets, and on tall street trees in every city...
The snow on the eaves of the door and the red lanterns complement each other beautifully, creating a strong festive atmosphere in the empire.
At night, the entire imperial capital was brightly lit, and countless tourists gathered at various well-known entertainment venues in the city.
The adults were all dressed in festive costumes, and the children were running, cheering, and playing in the streets.
Commercially intensive places like the East Market and the West Market are naturally the busiest. Everyone is shopping for New Year goods, traveling to enjoy the scenery, and looking for delicious food. Everyone is strolling under the bright and festive lights.
The towering Weiyang Barrier Tower has also turned on many light groups on the tower, including outline lights, spotlights, wall washers...
Looking from below, it looks like countless lights extending to the sky and into the clouds. I don't know whether they are leading to the sky or the legendary heavenly palace.
"Dang...dang...dang!"
The countdown bell sounded the final accent.
Countless fireworks and salutes, with streaks of shining light, shot into the dark sky from around the Neveryang Tower.
"Boom...boom..."
Numerous explosions awakened the silent world and shook the ancient city.
The gorgeous brilliance and dazzling sparkle dazzled the eyes of countless people.
Yuanbao Yuanbei and his party were naturally also in the square below Weiyang Tower.
The sudden brightness and extinction reflected on their faces as they looked up in confusion.
Every cheer and every exclamation they gave seemed to hit their hearts hard and reshape their lives.
Nanxing, Shangwei and Jinu also raised their heads to watch, but they were silent.
They recalled the same festival and fireworks display under the ground in Iasi, but at that time, there were Master and Sister Gonggong.
Amidst the bright fireworks, snowflakes are still falling in the wind.
There were scattered snowflakes on the foreheads and cheeks of the teenagers.
The snowflakes melted, and it was hard to tell whether they were snow or tears.
Those who specially accompanied them for the New Year's Eve include Li Lingyou, Li Kongqing, Yang Xiaohe, Xie Wuyi, Mi Meng, and Xiao Duhuo.
These days, they took turns taking eight teenagers to visit all the places worth visiting in the Imperial Capital. It seemed that they were also helping Wei Ling fulfill the promise he made to the teenagers...
The forty-minute fireworks display ignited the enthusiasm of the people in the Imperial Capital. The night markets in the East and West Markets were still crowded with tourists, and the New Year atmosphere was strong.
The 114th year of divine revelation has arrived.
Everyone feels the passage of time, and the years are like songs.
Unfortunately, fireworks are easy to get cold and it is difficult for people to be reunited.
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While the imperial capital is already welcoming the first ray of sunshine after the snow in the new year, it is midnight in the glorious city of Xixuan World.
The much-anticipated New Year's Day Prayer will be held in the preaching hall of Glory Cathedral.
In the square outside the Glory Cathedral, tens of thousands of citizens had already gathered.
They were all wearing long robes and holding a white candle in their hands. They stood quietly in the square, waiting silently for the pope and the crowd to appear on the huge screens around the square. God and bishops, high-level officials, pray for the New Year together.
The dim light of the candles reflected countless pious and expectant faces in the darkness.
Looking down from the turret of the cathedral, the square and city streets below turned into a galaxy with countless twinkling stars.
Every starlight may be a prayer and expectation in the world.
Cardinal Edgar stood worriedly near the podium of the solemn and magnificent preaching hall, his face already a little anxious.
He looked around the splendid hall, including a group of senior federal officials led by Federal President Angus, Speaker of the Federal Supreme Council Teresa, Federal Minister of Defense Dimitri, Undersecretary of Defense Carlos, Chief of Staff The high-ranking military officials headed by Wolfgang, the high-ranking priests of the temples of dozens of countries, headed by the great priest of Patbon, Sarazi, and many high-ranking priests and bishops were all standing quietly in the magnificent hall. , waiting for the Pope to preside over the New Year's Day prayers.
In less than ten minutes, the New Year's bell will ring.
The Pope still didn't show up, and didn't even give Edgar any instructions or arrangements.
Edgar's eyes wandered around, and he saw the quiet eyes of Sarazi, who was standing quietly in the hall.
The old man looked weak and about to collapse at any moment, but his eyes were extremely firm and clear.
Edgar felt a little relieved. If His Majesty still didn't show up when the time came, just go and receive the chants and bows by yourself, as Salozi said.
Two hundred choir nuns in pure white robes had quietly walked to both sides of the chanting platform and lined up quietly to wait.
A low and solemn melody from the cello sounded gently in the hall.
The silent world seemed to be activated in an instant.
Ancient pipe organs, pianos and various wind instruments are gradually integrated into the music.
The familiar melody of "Ode to the Kingdom of God" gradually resounded through the entire hall.
The nuns in the choir, unknowingly, added their ethereal harmonies to the music.
The magnificent melody gradually grows larger, like countless streams in the mountains, gradually flowing back into a magnificent river, rushing and surging all the way.
In the square outside the cathedral and in those streets, countless citizens saw the splendor of the preaching hall through the huge display screens, like a palace in heaven, and also listened to those ethereal and long melodies.
They held out their chests, were full of emotions, and filled with tears of excitement. They silently followed the melody and sang in a low voice.
The sacred chant is long, the divine rhythm shakes human nature, and the sound gradually fades away, like a river running far away, with an endless aftertaste.
The New Year's bell is ringing.
The silent world is stirred by this monotonous and humanistic sound wave.
Just when the bell rang the first tone, a golden light shot down from the dome of the preaching hall, directly shining on the rostrum with complicated and luxurious patterns under the lofty and sacred emblem at the top of the hall.
Surrounded by that gorgeous golden light, a tall old man with white beard and hair, dark green eyes, wearing a gold, red and black, extremely solemn and gorgeous crown slowly descended from the high dome. .
The landing process was very slow, and countless flowers and fragrance filled this grand preaching hall.
Like a miracle appearing, or like a god coming in person, the bright and majestic scene filled the whole ceremony with an unprecedented sense of sanctity.
Gregory stood quietly in front of the podium, his dark green eyes scanning the people in the hall, and nodded slightly.
A second before the chanting and melody ended, he raised his arms, looked up at the endless dome above the cathedral's preaching hall, and slowly drew a standard salute gesture.
Immediately, in the silent world, every believer near the Glory Cathedral heard His Majesty the Pope’s deep and rich voice message in their consciousness:
God says, I am the God who is, who was, and who is to come.
Light has come into the world, and people love darkness instead of light because their deeds are evil.
Life is in the light, and this life is the light of humanity.
The Lord of God came to the world because the world does not know great love. The Lord of God’s love for the world will never end.
His love is long-suffering and kind; His love does not envy, does not boast, is not arrogant, does not do anything shameful, does not seek its own, is not easily angered, does not take into account wrongdoing, does not rejoice in unrighteousness. , only like the truth...
Bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things, love never fails.
Who can separate us from the love of God?
Is it a tribulation? Is it hardship? Is it forced? Is it hunger? Is it naked? Is it dangerous? Is it a sword?
However, in all these things we are more than conquerors through the Lord God, who loves us so much.
He looks at people, not on their appearance, but on their hearts. In His eyes, all the evil things are as obvious as comets.
He warned us that what is more precious than "I understand", "I come" and "I can" is "I am"!
Are you there? Can you accurately grasp your own heart?
You are ordinary people, you can be a devout pastor, a noble professor, a humble technician, a kind mother, an indifferent librarian, an unyielding criminal, an artist full of emotions, or a greedy person. Capitalist... But no matter who you are, the Lord God warns us that life has its limits, the mistake lies in under-measurement, the bad lies in excessiveness, and the good lies in moderation.
If I live without limits, my heart will be like a deserted island, imprisoning me for the rest of my life.
Even if you have to sweat your brow to make ends meet until you return to the soil;
Because you are born from the earth.
You are a small grass and a small flower, but you will still return to the dust of the garden of the Lord God.
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As the Pope led the ode full of wisdom, Edgar couldn't tell whether he was happy or disappointed.
He secretly glanced at the figure of Sarazi bowing his head not far away, but could not see any sadness or joy, sadness or joy.
So Lord Edgar lowered his eyes and prayed softly.
A few minutes ago, he was worried that if the Pope did not appear, it would be a blow to countless believers and a reduction in the piety of the people.
But His Majesty's such a sacred and solemn appearance, and such a sober and great Qi Bai, are a great encouragement to the believers.
However, Sarazi once judged that the Pope, who was in a state of chaos and division, had fallen and betrayed. Why, on such an important occasion today, not only did the Pope show no signs of betrayal, but he looked more like a spokesperson blessed by the divine power. Already?
Edgar was even more confused.
Perhaps all of this is His arrangement.
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At this moment, the entire Xixuan world is carrying out the Qi worship ceremony to welcome the new year.
The wishes and prayers of tens of millions of people, nearly 100 million people, and the power of their wishes and thoughts have deeply affected the world of origin and spirit.
The endless black thread that Oleg had torn apart with all his strength was slowly growing with the boundless undercurrent in the dim world of source spirits, extending towards the place where Myrobalan was sleeping.
Those black lines were like nematodes with infinite length but infinitely small size. They had instinctive detection capabilities. In the end, they locked on that direction and extended firmly but slowly.
The sleeping blond young man seemed unconscious, but with every breath he took, the dark energy around him was like the waves in the sea, with strong winds and high waves.
