Only God-Chapter 557 - 479: Destiny Reincarnation

After the funeral, the True Believers were leaving from here.

No matter what, they had to head to the Holy Land, towards the majestic mountains glowing with brilliance.

They embarked on the journey once again, fully aware that disaster still pursued them relentlessly.

But what else could they do?

All they could do was struggle with all their might, support each other’s shoulders, continue moving forward, and pray.

Veldor, dragging his crippled right leg, walked at the very end.

His Godfather, at the forefront of the group, led everyone to continue on this arduous path.

A somber atmosphere hovered over the Sects, unimaginable to anyone what the Sects had undergone in just a few days.

Veldor occasionally looked up at his father at the very front; since that argument, they hadn’t spoken again, yet the young man felt that their souls had never been closer.

As if they truly were father and son, understanding each other’s thoughts without speaking.

Veldor followed behind the group of True Believers, still confused and unsure whether they could really reach the Holy Land.

Everything was too difficult.

Difficult to the extent that even those previously steadfast had lost faith.

"We can only keep going... keep going."

Veldor clutched the whistle in his pocket and muttered.

Exhausted and burdened by injuries, even though they wanted to reach the Holy Land as quickly as possible, they were forced to stop repeatedly along the way.

Whenever they stopped, everyone would gather to pray, seeking protection and salvation through the Scriptures.

How easily shattered human rationality was in this disaster, if it weren’t for their mutual support, they would have collapsed long ago.

The Sects walked for two days, and there were no earthquakes, making it seem calm.

But Veldor couldn’t help feeling that it was the calm before the storm.

Disaster and death would not let them off easily; they were destined to experience trials and pain on this path of seeking redemption.

On the third day of the True Believers’ continued advancement, the aftershocks came.

Initially, the ground trembled slightly; soon, a fierce wind rose, whipping up dust and branches that blanketed the sky and earth in gray.

The True Believers turned pale, their hands trembling in fear.

Suddenly, when no one was ready, the earth began to shake violently again.

"Earthquake!"

"It’s happening again! It’s happening again!"

The ground cracked open instantly, and in their screams, people panicked, desperately grasping at any trees, rocks, and anything else within reach.

The howling wind sounded like a trumpet heralding the end of days, more enormous and intense than ever before, turning the earth into ruins in moments.

Veldor cried out in fear, his will to survive making him cling desperately to a nearby tree stump; the shaking ground almost shattered his ribs, and his right leg throbbed painfully, as if panicking, as if wailing.

The surviving trees in the ruins were obliterated, and the earth cracked open with enormous fissures in an instant; the members of the Sects scattered, howling, screaming, lamenting, the entire Sects dismembered by disaster.

Seeing the earth split open, the terrified Veldor forcefully dragged his right leg as he ran for his life, frantically heading towards the direction of an old Believer, who was shouting instructions to the disordered crowd.

The old Believer saw Veldor; he yelled:

"Veldor, Veldor!"

The old Believer shouted while running toward Veldor, desperately trying to reach him and escape the dangerous locale.

The violently shaking earth tore apart that illusion.

A new fissure suddenly appeared, initially small—insignificant to anyone—but rapidly expanded, gaping like a huge bloody mouth, emitting a thunderous roar.

"Veldor!"

The old Believer let out a hoarse and heart-rending cry, desperately reaching out to grab Veldor.

But it was all too late, the fissure relentlessly pursued behind Veldor, and the disabled Veldor couldn’t escape the massive, gaping maw; he fell in suddenly, frantically crying out to the old Believer, trying to grab that hand, but still, he was just a little, just a little short.

Veldor fell into the massive fissure amidst the chaos.

"No!"

The old Believer stared in shock at everything, feeling as though the sky was about to collapse upon him.

The True Believers shouted in panic amidst the turmoil, people behind constantly dragging the old Believer, urging him to leave quickly, to move faster. The old Believer, dazed, watched everything as he was dragged away to safety.

Once again...

The tragedy in his memory seemed to happen once more.

He had lost his dearest in that accident and spent a lifetime in repentance and prayer.

And now, he helplessly watched as Veldor was lost in front of his eyes in an accident decades later.

"No..."

"No, no..."

God, was everything going to repeat itself...

The old Believer’s emaciated body, at this moment, exhausted all strength to wail:

"No... give me one more chance!"

Perhaps...

There might be a cycle of fate in this world, where at the end of the journey, you find yourself back at the very beginning after going around in circles.

...............

This struggling land.

It seemed that all creatures could not escape death in this catastrophe.

Every living being had to struggle painfully, and once disaster struck, even the most beautiful place would instantly turn to Hell.

Veldor fell down, and when he awoke, he did not know where he was.

He felt as though every bone in his body was shattered, and his back emitted a faint crackling sound.

"Where is... this?"

Veldor murmured in a daze.

Darkness surrounded him, fine sand constantly slipped from above his head, and he seemed to have fortunately fallen into a cave, now buried by soil and rocks.

"Should I be grateful for this..."

Veldor whispered, his body in severe pain along with the sound of his voice.

Was it really fortunate to survive such a disaster momentarily?

His body was shattered, lying immobile on the ground like a disabled person, only his hands barely able to move, but not nearly enough to dig through the soil and rocks blocking the cave, let alone leave this place.

And now, no one could save him.

Whether he struggled or not, it was a slow death.

"What is this... Why?"

Veldor’s face was full of pain.

Why, when he most wanted to die, was death not granted to him?

But rather, after preparing himself once more to continue on, he encountered this outcome.

"God, why is this?"

Veldor let out a cry of despair, every bone in his body in severe pain, but his voice couldn’t escape from here; he was doomed to die.

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