Under the immense pressure accumulated over time by this Angel Leader, all angels strictly adhered to the events of that year and buried the Mother.
And.
Because the Mother was resurrected and mysteriously obtained the treasures of the gods, they did not dare to reveal themselves to the world thereafter.
They hid in this way, completely feigning death, secretly forming an Angel Race.
Until today.
He still couldn't help but reminisce about that day, the feeling of seeing the Mother.
As long as he was near the Mother, his consciousness was more clear and pure than ever before.
It was as if a certain shackle was unlocked, completely coming to life again.
Just like the wisdom blessing from the God of Wisdom back then.
"Mother seems to have become very beautiful after resurrection."
He kept reminiscing over the years, the more he recalled, the more he inexplicably felt addicted, the curiosity in his heart couldn't be stopped.
A strange voice urged him:
