Chen Yi spoke slowly.
In his mind, there was a blueprint for a new era.
In this new era, the people would be granted greater powers, the distance between mortals and the Gods would no longer be insurmountable, and the whole world would be transformed by tumultuous changes.
Angel Schiller said in a daze,
"Then... what is it?
God, please tell me!
I can't wait any longer for this day."
"Schiller."
Chen Yi called his name, stood up from the throne, and walked slowly to Schiller's front,
"Then I must first ask you..."
Schiller shivered, a sense of unwarranted guilt rising in his heart, and he asked,
"God, what do you want to ask..."
Chen Yi gazed at Schiller, who knelt on one knee, staring straight into his lucid eyes, the radiance enveloping Schiller.
After a moment, He slowly posed a question that made Schiller tremble.
"Schiller,
why is there fear in your eyes?"
It was like a bolt from the blue.
