God's Eyes

Chapter 1049 Divine Heaven

In the middle of darkness, and pain, a small light emerged out of nowhere.

Grasping it with the remnants of his willpower, it was possible to leave behind the abyss of his damaged conscience and to regain his consciousness.

Jason was not sure how much time had passed, but his entire being felt weak and powerless.

And that was the case despite the exhaustion of his strained body having been lifted.

The body that had been exhausted beyond its limit to an unimaginable degree in a single second, and the injuries he had sustained were all tended to.

But even then, his body and mind were in a mess, making it not only uncomfortable to lay on the soft bed, but also to move around.

Somehow, it was worse after he opened his oddly heavy eyelids to see blurred outlines of the majestic room he was inside.

The dense cultivation energies that filled the entire room, and the ceiling his eyes were glued to, were the purest he had seen in his entire life.

The quality of the energies was exceptional to put it plainly, and the quantity was even more shocking.

Yet, Jason couldn't care about this at all, as he could clearly sense that something was missing.

'It's…really destroyed…' He could only think as a single tear trickled down his cheeks.

The family he had created with meticulous effort, and his purest love had been shattered, and there was no way of putting it back again.

His soul world was destroyed, his soulbonds had been cut off from him, and he had been forced to send them away.

Jason knew that he had teleported all of them towards the Mana Beast God just before his soul world had been shattered.

Nevertheless, he didn't believe that it would be possible for him to reunite with his soulbonds.

They were free to move and could go wherever they wanted.

Thus, they could leave him for good, and live their own life.

However, even if they were to search for him, it was not as if Jason could bind them to him once again.

His soul world core might still be intact, but he felt that it was impossible to repair his soul world.

This frustration was clearly visible in the weak Celestia aura that enveloped his body tightly.

It was almost as if his aura was trying to tend to his emotional pain, but sadly, was incapable of doing anything.

Staring straight at the white ceiling, Jason didn't even have to think where he was as he was fully aware of it.

After the harrowing situation he had been in, it was not really difficult for him to put two and two together, giving him a clear understanding of the situation ahead.Â

Celestia Yaldra was one of the highest beings in the Celestia race, while the Agran race was like the Primal humans with the same, or an eerily similar soul awakening.

They looked the same as well, posing quite a few doubts in his mind.

However, all of this was not exactly important to Jason right now.

He couldn't care less about the circumstances in which his parents had met, when that was, or when his mother had left the Divine Heaven of the Celestia race.

Divine Heaven was the location he was currently at, which was something Jason knew for sure as it was the home of the Celestia race.

Unsure of how much time had passed, Jason pushed his upper body into a sitting position.

His back rested against the wall, and pain was spreading through his entire weak existence, while his eyes fell on the large room filled with every single type of furniture he could think of.

It looked like someone had meticulously decorated the room with a focus on white and brown colors.

But Jason quickly averted his attention from the furniture in his room as his eyes drifted away from it and were glued to a particular area far away from his current location.

'So…that is my father?' Jason realized but he was unable to feel anything.

He felt like his mind and heart were blank and no emotion could touch him except a profound emptiness, and if he were, to be honest, this was for the best right now.

After all, deep within himself, Jason felt like twisting the neck of the two Celestia Gods who had destroyed his life, and forced him to come to the Celestia race after destroying his Soul world.

The deep hatred he felt towards the Celestia Gods would have been enough to turn him into a Infernal Celestia, if he wouldn't have undergone the Tertiary bloodline awakening, in which the Agran bloodline had allowed him to release more of his emotions without any kind of side effects.

Feeling empty, Jason was not even able to think of what to do next.

He simply stayed in the bed with his gaze locked on his father.

Clearly sensing his mana fluctuations, and the brimming force of his divine energy, Jason could tell that his father was a God, and that he had four God's Halo.

Meanwhile, the other two Celestia Gods he encountered earlier had only three God's Halos, which was the same number he had.

As such, focusing his mind on the question about 'why' this was the case, instead of sulking about his loss allowed him to let his mind wander far away.

It was impossible for him to distract himself from the fact that he was not alone, or without anyone he loved by his side.

But even this little reassurance gave him some hope that all was not lost.

His eyes were fully focused on his father, and Jason didn't even notice that someone had just entered his room.

Approaching him with slow and careful steps, the maid who had just entered his room could only look at Jason with a sad expression.

Placing the medicine she had brought on the bedside table to tend to his remaining injuries, she looked deep into his eyes that looked as if they were without focus, and as if Jason's soul had left his body.

This caused the maid to start crying as the three pairs of her wings retracted, giving her the space to sit beside him. Not able to see him with that harrowed look, she pulled Jason closer to her, hugging him tightly.

It was Jennifer, who had hugged him tightly, but Jason didn't even notice this at first.

As such, he wanted to use his currently non-existent strength to push the person away, who hugged him all of a sudden.

However, it was just a moment later that he smelled the overly familiar fragrance of Jennifer while sensing her stigma and energy fluctuations.

Without thinking about anything, he simply hugged her back.

He was incapable of asking why Jennifer was here, in the Divine Heaven, and within his father's home, dressed like a maid, but all of that simply didn't matter.

What mattered was that she was fine, and beside him.

'I'm not alone…' He thought, feeling glad that he didn't have to endure the pain and sorrow he felt all by himself.

It was not as if his issues had been solved at once.

Too many things had happened that needed mending and correcting to make him feel truly alive again.

But, it was just a tiny ray of hope that consoled him enough to make it seem as if there was still something meaningful in life.