Al could not clearly understand the purpose of the wheat. In the blink of an eye, several years had passed, and the wheat had filled the Pattern Garden.
Every autumn, the Pattern Garden was surrounded by crowds of pale golden wheat, which gave it an unmatched nobility. The priests, standing among them, often felt a hint of implicit pride.
Together with the other priests, he observed the changes in the wheat. They discovered that, during the mature season, the wheat kernels would fall off, leaving behind long stalks. After discussing for several times, Al and the priests decided to pull out and collect these stalks.
At that time, they were surprised to find that these stalks were far more abundant than they had imagined. Moreover, they were an excellent fuel, which could be placed under animal hides to make the hides more comfortable...
Al felt that they had discovered the correct use of wheat.
It wasn't about the numerous wheat heads, but about the stalks below the heads; these stalks were undoubtedly more useful for the people of Logos.
However, the Prophet's eldest son, Yarlessto, was skeptical about this.
"Father, how could the foundation of a great nation lie in wheat stalks?"
"Is it in the wheat kernels then?" Al countered.
Yarlessto was suddenly at a loss for words. Yes, if it were in the wheat kernels, yet with hunters bringing back the bodies of large wild animals every seven days and numerous berries to be picked in the surrounding forests, the Kingdom's food was plentiful. How could the foundation of a great nation be in the wheat kernels?
Seeing Yarlessto speechless, Al spoke to comfort him:
"I know you have many doubts, and I too am puzzled. The will of God is not something everyone can understand, but for now, the wheat stalks are our only answer."
Yarlessto nodded his head and then hung it down dejectedly.
"Prophet, Prophet, the King summons you."
Just then, a voice came from outside the Pattern Garden, and a man from Logos hurried over.
Al stepped forward to inquire about the matter.
"What, you say the altar is made?"
Al was surprised, then a look of joy appeared on his face.
"Exactly, the King wishes to see you about this."
On hearing this, Al quickly set off toward the Palace.
As he ascended the grand staircase, Al entered the Palace. Sapo King, sitting on his stone-made throne, looked at his brother, briefly losing focus.
"Al, not only did you command the making of the altar, but you made my throne as well."
As Al approached, Sapo King, still maintaining his regal demeanor, could not hide his joy.
"Brother King," Al smiled, "That throne is yours, and you are our King; you should be the person closest to the altar."
Not only were Al and he present in the palace, but also many elderly wise men of Logos. Sapo King restrained his joy and maintained his proper tone, saying:
"From now on, let all the people of Logos go to the high mountains to worship, and let this altar be a symbol of God and man."
Al nodded slightly.
Sapo King rose from the throne, his towering figure walking steadily in the palace, and then he approached Al.
Al realized that Sapo King had something to say, so he quietly listened.
"Al, have you found a remedy that defeats death?" Sapo King asked in a voice that only the two of them could hear, "How can we achieve immortality?"
Al was slightly taken aback, then shook his head helplessly.
Immediately after, Al raised his head. He saw the wrinkles on Sapo King's forehead, a vague sense of aging hidden in the face of this king.
Al was a bit lost in thought; he realized that his brother, the King, had grown old without him noticing.
"Brother King, what are you hoping for?"
Sapo King did not answer him but turned around, facing the people.
In the palace, all of Logos' people simultaneously turned toward King Sapo, and the air instantly filled with a solemn atmosphere.
"Logos' people!"
"Several decades ago, Prophet Al brought us the answer about death."
Everyone watched King Sapo as he moved forward slowly, his voice solemn and serious.
"However, we need to know more than just why we die."
"We also need to know how we can avoid death, for we are rational beings, different from beasts, and we rightly deserve Eternal Life!"
The regal dignity burst forth from King Sapo, impacting everyone present.
"As your king, I announce to you that, starting today, the people of Logos will pursue the elixir of Eternal Life. We will venture to the forest's end to forge a new world, make all beasts fear us, and possess the power to establish an eternal kingdom, where both our bodies and spirits will live forever!"
Everyone felt an involuntary shudder, as King Sapo's fervent declaration echoed in their ears.
Eternal Life...
What a grand pursuit.
All felt an indescribable excitement, as the people of Logos sought Eternal Life and an eternal kingdom that would not decay for thousands, perhaps even tens of thousands of years.
Nearly everyone shouted in frenzy.
Yet those sounds were too noisy for the Prophet.
Listening to King Sapo, Al felt a certain gravity, though he found it hard to pinpoint the source of this heaviness.
How could there be things in this world that never decay...
Yet, Sapo, the king of the Logos, was pursuing Eternal Life.
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In the layered forest, Chen Yi picked up a branch.
"It must be this one."
He had not just picked up any random branch. Contrarily, the branch he picked up was extraordinary.
It was the very one he had used when he granted the people of Logos their language.
After granting them language, he had carelessly cast it aside.
The pale power that had infiltrated it would drive life towards an evolution beneficial for life itself.
Chen Yi pondered what changes his power would cause.
Thus, he found the very branch used to grant the Logos people their language.
It had been used by him unintentionally, obviously more conducive to observation.
God held the branch in his palm; it looked ordinary.
But...
"If it were a normal branch, it would have become nourishment for the great trees by now."
God stared at the branch, observing its still-green leaves which shockingly resembled their appearance from hundreds of years ago.
This branch exhibited some form of eternal trait.
"It shouldn't be just about being eternal."
God thought of something, picked up the branch, and gently touched the nearby great tree.
In an instant, the great tree trembled slightly, its bark wrinkled as if expressing some emotion.
It was as if, for that moment, the great tree suddenly gained some form of rationality.
However, ultimately, it was but a moment, and shortly after, the great tree returned to its original state.
"Rationality…Eternity… What else?"
God looked at the unremarkable branch, pondering how to observe even more.