On the last day of the 113th year of the Apocalypse, in the snowflakes flying in the sky, it was the welcome hour of midnight.

Countless red lanterns in the traditional style of Daxia are hung on the side of the archway, under the wind and rain promenade, next to the eaves and arches, and on the high street trees in each fang market......

The snow on the eaves of the gate and the red lanterns complement each other, creating a strong festive atmosphere for the empire.

At night, the entire imperial capital is lit up, and countless tourists gather at various well-known places in the city.

Adults are dressed up in festive costumes, and children are running, cheering, and playing in the streets.

Such a commercially intensive place in the East and West markets is naturally the most lively, buying New Year's goods, traveling to enjoy the scenery, looking for delicious food, everyone is walking under the red and festive lights.

The towering Weiyang Enchantment Tower has also opened many light groups, contour lights, spotlights, and wall washers on the tower......

Looking from below, it seems that countless lights have extended to the high heavens and entered the clouds, I don't know whether they lead to the Nine Heavens or the legendary Heavenly Palace.

"When...... While...... While! ”

The countdown bell rang the last accent.

Countless fireworks salutes, with a series of shining lights, shot from the surroundings of the tower to the dark sky.

"Boom...... Boom ......"

The sound of explosions woke up the silent world and shook the ancient city.

The brilliant brilliance and dazzling sparkle dazzle the eyes of countless people.

Yuanbao Yuanbei and his party are naturally also in the square below Weiyang Tower.

The brilliance that suddenly faded was reflected on their faces as they looked up and watched obsessively.

Every cheer, every exclamation, seemed to hit their hearts and reshape their lives.

Nanxing, Shang Lu and Jinu also looked up, but they were silent.

They also remembered that in the underground of Iasi, the same festival, the same fireworks, but at that time, there was the master and the sister who guarded the palace.

In the bright fireworks, the snowflakes are still falling in the wind.

The boys' foreheads and cheeks were scattered with snowflakes.

The snowflakes melted, and it was impossible to tell whether it was snow or tears.

Specially accompanied them on New Year's Eve were Li Lingyou, Li Kongqing, Yang Xiaoyu, Xie Wuyi, Mi Meng, and Xiao Duhuo.

These days, they took turns to take eight teenagers to visit all the places worth visiting in the imperial capital, and it seemed that they were also helping Welling fulfill his promise to the teenagers......

The 40-minute fireworks set off ignited the enthusiasm of the people in the imperial capital, and the night market in the east and west markets was still full of tourists, and the atmosphere of the New Year was strong.

The 114th year of divine revelation has arrived.

Everyone feels the passage of time, and the years are like songs.

It's a pity that fireworks are easy to get cold, and it's hard for people to reunite.

……

When the imperial capital was already welcoming the first rays of sunshine after the snow of the new year, the glorious city of the Xixuan world was midnight.

The much-anticipated New Year's Prayer will be held in the evangelistic hall of the Glory Cathedral.

And on the square outside the Glory Cathedral, tens of thousands of citizens have long gathered.

Dressed in long robes and holding a white candle in their hands, they stood quietly in the square, waiting in silence for the appearance of the Pope and a group of gods and bishops on the huge screens around the square, praying for the New Year.

The glimmer of the candle reflects the countless faces full of piety and antiquation in the darkness.

Looking down from the corner tower of the cathedral, the square below and the streets of the city have become a galaxy of countless stars.

Every starlight may be a prayer and expectation in the world.

Cardinal Edgar, standing worriedly near the rostrum podium in the grand preaching hall, his face already a little anxious.

He looked around the glorious hall, where a number of high-ranking federal officials headed by Federal President Angus, Speaker of the Federal Supreme Parliament Theresa, high-level military officials headed by Federal Defense Minister Dimitri, Deputy Minister of Defense Carlos, and Chief of Staff Wolfgang, temple ministers of dozens of states headed by the great god of Paterbon, and many high-ranking priests and bishops were already standing quietly in the magnificent hall, waiting for the Pope to preside over the New Year's worship.

In less than ten minutes, the New Year's bell will ring.

And the Pope still did not appear, not even to give Edgar a directive arrangement.

Edgar's gaze roamed, and he saw the quiet eyes of Sarazi standing quietly in the hall.

The old man looked frail and ready to fall, but his eyes were firm and clear.

Edgar was a little relieved, if the time is up, and His Majesty still does not appear, it is really as Suo Luozi said, go and worship by yourself.

Two hundred choir nuns, dressed in white robes, had quietly walked to both sides of the rostrum and waited in a silent line.

A low, dignified melody of a cello resounded softly in the hall.

The silent world seems to be activated in an instant.

The old pipe organ, piano and various wind instruments are also gradually integrated into the rhythm.

The familiar melody of "Ode to the Kingdom of God" gradually resounded throughout the hall.

The nuns of the choir, before they knew it, their ethereal harmonies, had joined the music.

The magnificent melody gradually grows larger, like countless streams in the mountains, gradually flowing back into a magnificent river, rushing all the way and stirring all the way.

In the square outside the cathedral, in those streets, countless citizens saw the splendor of the preaching hall through those huge display screens, like a heavenly palace, and also listened to those ethereal and long melodies.

They puffed up their chests, were emotional, full of tears of excitement, silently followed the melody, and sang in low voices.

The holy song is long, the divine law shakes human nature, and the voice is gradually distant, like a river going away, and the afterglow is endless.

The New Year's bell is ringing.

The silent world is stirred by this monotonous and humanistic sound wave.

Just as the bell struck the first moment, a golden light shone down from the dome of the preaching hall and shone directly on the intricately patterned and luxuriously lavishly lavishly beneath the lofty and sacred badge at the top of the hall.

Surrounded by that brilliant golden light, a tall old man, with white hair and dark green eyes, dressed in a gold, red, and black crown, slowly descended from the high dome.

The descent was slow, and countless flowers and fragrances filled the grand preaching hall.

As if a miracle had appeared, and as if the gods had really come to their bodies, the bright and grand scene filled the whole ceremony with an unprecedented sense of sacredness.

Grigori stood quietly in front of the podium, his dark green eyes scanning the hall and nodding slightly.

A second before the chant and melody ended, he raised his arms and looked up at the endless dome that stretched out into the sky above the cathedral sermon hall, slowly drawing a standard salutation gesture.

Immediately, in the silent world, every believer near the Cathedral of Glory, in their sea of knowledge, sounded His Majesty's deep and rich voice message:

And God said, I am God who is, and who was, and who is ever.

The light came into the world, and the world did not love the light, but the darkness, because of the evil of their deeds.

Life is in the light, and this life is the light of human nature.

God came into the world because the world does not know great love, and God's love for the world never ends.

His love is long-suffering and gracious; His love is not envy, nor boasting, nor arrogant, nor does anything ashamed, nor seeks his own good, nor is he quick to anger, nor does he count the wickedness of man, nor does he delight in unrighteousness, but in truth......

Bear all things, believe all things, hope all things, endure all things, love never fails.

Who can separate us from the love of God?

Is it tribulation? Is it hardship? Is it persecution? Is it hunger? Is it naked? Is it dangerous? Is it a sword?

But by the God who loves us, he has more than enough victory in all these things.

He looks at people, not outwardly, but inwardly, and all flies and dogs are as obvious as comets in His eyes.

He tells us that "I am" is more precious than "I know", "I come", and "I can"!

Are you there? Can you accurately grasp your own heart?

You are ordinary people, you can be a pious shepherd, a noble professor, a humble scientist, a loving mother, an indifferent librarian, an indomitable criminal, an emotional artist, or a greedy capitalist...... But whoever you are, God warns us that there is a limit in life, mistakes in moderation, a bad in excess, and a good in moderation.

If life is excessive, my heart will be like a desert island, and I will be imprisoned for the rest of my life.

Even if you have to sweat your face to make ends meet, until you return to the earth;

for thou art out of the earth.

You are a little grass, a little flower, but you will still return to the dust of the garden of God's kingdom.

……

With the Pope's wise chant, Edgar couldn't tell whether he was happy or disappointed.

He secretly glanced at the figure of Suoluozi who was bowing his head not far away, and he couldn't see any sorrow and joy, sorrow and happiness.

So the Edgar people also lowered their 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 congregations, a cut in the hearts of the pious.

But His Majesty's appearance so holy and solemn, such a sober and great Qi worship, is a great encouragement to the believers.

However, Su Luozi once judged that the Pope, who had fallen into a state of chaos and division, had fallen and betrayed, why, on such an important occasion today, not only did the Lord not show any signs of betrayal, but was more like a spokesman who had been blessed by the divine power of the Lord?

Edgar was even more confused.

Perhaps all of this was His arrangement.

……

And at this moment, the entire Xixuan world is carrying out this 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 wishes and thoughts generated by them have deeply affected the world of the source spirit.

The endless black threads that were torn off by Oleg with all his strength were slowly growing in the dim world of the source spirit, with the boundless undercurrent, and extending towards the place where Hezi slept.

Those black lines, like worms of infinite length, but also infinite in size, possess an instinctive ability to detect, and finally, they lock in that direction, and extend firmly and slowly.

The sleeping blonde young man seemed to be unconscious, but with every breath he took, the dark energy around him was like the sea stirring, and the wind and waves were high.