The red moon returns

Chapter 586 Saint Nightingale
God said, “Let there be light,” and it was so.

The small medicine box floats in the air, but the colorless light is not born here.

The sky, the earth, the mountain tops, the bottom of the sea, all living things and all things in the world, soft light is born in every place and every corner.

Light is everywhere.

All conscious creatures in the world subconsciously looked up at the glowing sky, then looked down at their own glowing bodies, and seemed to have realized something in their confusion.

Everything is beyond common sense, everything goes against common sense.

But everything is normal, because this light interprets the sacredness.

The whole world is filled with light, soft light, sacred light, which immerses people in it, as if they have returned to the arms of their mother, enjoying the long-lost peace and tranquility.

Through the bright light, people seemed to see an old woman in a trance, dressed in a white robe, holy and extraordinary, with a hunched back as if carrying a heavy burden, and her gray hair and wrinkled face seemed to be engraved with the vicissitudes of life.

The old woman knelt on her knees, clasped her hands in front of her, lowered her head and closed her eyes, with a solemn expression. She did not make any sound, but every creature in the world bathed in light seemed to hear an old but powerful voice.

"Listen to every groan of the patient, feel the pain as if you were suffering it yourself, do your best to treat every patient regardless of their status, and sacrifice everything for this. I am willing to give the rest of my life, I am willing to offer my soul, I am willing to sacrifice my will, I am willing to give everything I have. I am willing to bear all the disasters in the world with my own body, and save the world from diseases and suffering."

That was not a sound, but a cry from the heart, the truest wish of Saint Nightingale. Her compassion for the world, her love for all living things, her hatred for suffering and disease, spread across the world in an instant under the light.

Through the light, people can truly feel the heart of the saints, their empathy for the suffering of every patient, their noble willingness to sacrifice themselves for others, and their ambition to save the world even at the cost of self-sacrifice.

Behind her, the hearts of millions of people gathered together. It was the embodiment of the will of countless ordinary people, the sense of responsibility to the world, the desire to protect the loved ones, and the courage to safeguard the peaceful life in front of them.

The simple wishes of ordinary people, after a whole day of brewing and fermentation, turn into selfless virtue at this moment. This is the noblest will in the world, putting aside all selfishness and calculations, just for the same common goal.

At all costs, save the world we depend on for survival from this mysterious plague.

The noble virtues of millions of people turned into the best nourishment for the light of miracle. The next moment, the old and quaint medicine box floating in the air suddenly exuded a soft and warm breath.

Theocracy erupted for the second time, the power of healing, riding on the light of creating miracles, ignoring the process of spreading, ignoring all obstacles, and spreading throughout the world in an instant.

Bathed in the warm breath, the creatures seemed to have returned to the arms of their mothers, wrapped in selfless love, and felt indescribable safety and comfort. The creatures closed their eyes involuntarily, relaxed every muscle in their bodies, and enjoyed this rare moment of happiness and peace. In the light, the old saint's figure was becoming more and more hunched, and the wrinkles on her face were increasing at a speed visible to the naked eye, but she was unaware of it and continued to kneel on the ground and pray quietly. Countless invisible and intangible thoughts emanated from her body with her prayers, wrapped in the virtues demonstrated by millions of people, and sent into the small medicine box.

At this moment, people vaguely saw her long yet short life.

The child who lost his entire family in the plague fell on the roadside seriously ill and dying, and was rescued by the suffering nuns. When he saw the elder sister who gave him a second life fall in the plague, and before she died, she was most worried about her unrelated child, a seed was planted in his young heart.

After she recovered, Nightingale joined the Church of Suffering and became the most loyal supporter and practitioner of the doctrine of suffering. From then on, her life was only about saving lives. She stood at the forefront of fighting against disease and death every day, constantly going in and out of epidemic areas and battlefields, and pulling back countless souls wandering on this side of the Styx. For this reason, she fell in front of death countless times, but stood up again countless times.

"I need your help, all the living beings enveloped by the light."

In the light, Saint Nightingale slowly opened her eyes, her heart calm but firm, just like her hands that she extended to the patients every time. She did not speak, but the voice in her heart had spread throughout the world. All the creatures bathed in the light of miracles, whether they were intelligent creatures or not, directly understood the will contained in the voice from a conceptual point of view:

“Diseases and plagues are not terrible. They cannot knock us down. The only thing that can knock us down is the cowardice and fear in our hearts. That is our biggest enemy.”

"All creatures bathed in the light of miracles, children of every god, I need you to put aside the cowardice and fear in your hearts and face this plague with the greatest courage. As long as you have the courage and determination to defeat the plague, we will definitely be able to defeat the plague and return the world to peace."

Under the nourishment of the light, an imperceptible warm current bursts out from people's souls, and the subtle warm current grows stronger in the soul.

Looking at the old, frail, exhausted but extremely determined figure, and listening to the steady voice coming from the heart, people only feel that the fear and darkness that have lurked in the depths of their souls for many years are inadvertently dissipating, and courage is unknowingly taking root in the depths of their hearts.

We should not be afraid of the plague. We have the blessing of the gods, the protection of the saints, and so many people who love this world. Now, the saints have shown us a miracle. What do we have to fear?
Then be brave, we are also bloody.

The call of the saints aroused the passion in the hearts of all living beings, and fearlessness and courage were the best weapons to fight against the mystery from the dreamland. At this moment, the courage from all living beings blossomed with the strongest power. In the face of this power, no matter it was disease, transmission or replication, these powers that relied on mysterious forces to erode the world were defeated one after another. The living beings could even clearly feel that the depression and despair that had been entrenched in their hearts for more than a month were rapidly fading, and hope was rekindled in their hearts.

Yes, courage has been ignited and creatures are no longer afraid.

In the light, the old woman who had been praying with her eyes closed suddenly opened her eyes, and for the first time a smile appeared on her exhausted face. She slowly stood up, tremblingly lifted the hem of her white robe, slightly knelt down, and bowed slightly to all living beings.

As she moved, the small medicine box floating in the air suddenly exploded and turned into billions of streams of light that merged into the sky. At the same time, the brightness of the light that illuminated the entire world suddenly climbed to its extreme, and the entire world was filled with light and warmth.

The effect of the miracle light was fully activated.

(End of this chapter)