Chapter 222


    Jonathan had an excellent memory.


    After all, only someone exceptionally smart could cultivate himself to achieve the level of Nascent Soul.


    Soon after Jonathan woke up, Lah woke up as well.


    “What did you dream of?” she asked him first.


    “I heard a lot of prayers. I don''t understand them, but I memorized all of them.”


    “I heard them too and alsomitted them to memory. Come, let''s go and see Professor Horowitz.”


    Jonathan nodded.


    With that, both of them left the Crying Wall.


    Just like before, it was already five in the morning.


    Driving hard through the night, both of them arrived at Peace River Hospital an hourter, right at the


    break of dawn.


    They met Ranen again inside the ward.


    “Professor Horowitz, hold back your questions first. We need your assistance to trante a few


    sentences,” Jonathan requested.


    Despite his curiosity, Ranen cast it aside for the time being. “Go on.”


    Jonathan regurgitated everything he had memorized.


    Ranen''s expression turned slightly grim. “Where did you hear it from?”


    “In my dream! Lah and I went to the Crying Wall where we had a dream. In my dream, these words


    kept echoing in my head, so I remembered them. What do they say?”


    “It''s thement of an old Yartranian called Frank. He tells of the injustice he had suffered at the hands


    of the Anndurns.”


    “What did he say in verbatim?”


    “Dear God, I''m your humble worshipper, Frank. That d*mn Anndurn stole my money pouch and


    used me of stealing his. I reported it to the police, but they took his side and told me to leave their


    country. Oh God, it''s not our desire to stay in someone else''s country. But since our homnd is no


    more, tell me what I should do.”


    Jonathan proceeded to recite another segment.


    Ranen tranted, “Dear God, I''m your faithful servant, Helenia, and havee from Ustrana. Those


    wretched Ustranasions stopped us from buyingnd, while those evil Jupiterians hate us to the core.


    We, your homeless children, can only constantly dream of returning to your side.”


    After that, Jonathan repeated another verse.


    It was a prayer from excited Yartranians who were heading to Pandera. Their people had been fleeing


    persecution for two thousand years.


    After Jonathan finished, Lah did the same with hers.


    Among the prayers that they shared was one that belonged to a terrorist.


    “Dear God, our ns to blow ourselves up together with the train are ready. With many Zaeworans and


    Ustranasions on it, the blood on our hands will flow like rivers. Nheless, we have no fear, for our


    goal is to rebuild our homnd. Dear God, please forgive me for what I''m going to do,” Ranen


    tranted for Jonathan and Lah.


    Most of the tranted verses consisted of prayers belonging to the Yartranian diaspora. They were


    either repenting in front of God or had something to ask of Him.


    Despiteing from different periods in history, their prayers left an imprint on the maic field of the


    Crying Wall.


    That was the reason Jonathan and Lah could remember them too.


    In their dreams, their empty minds had acted like a video camera that captured the records in the


    maic field.


    In truth, Yartranians had gone through a very tough time.


    Two thousand years ago, they had lost their homnd and had been forced to wander the earth, for


    they could not adapt themselves to the Jupiterians.


    That aside, Jonathan and Lah were still perplexed over their inability to locate the Sinai Bible.


    The Crying Wall, as a lead, yielded no further information.


    Thus, their only option left was to focus their efforts on the Third Sacred Temple.


    However, both of them had no clue as to where to start.


    Ranen, as a Yartranian, felt emotional about it. He said, “Yartranians cannot be described as tragic or


    pitiful. Do you know what the appropriate adjective should be?”


    Jonathan and Lah were slightly taken aback. Jonathan then guessed, “How about resilient? The


    Yartranians are indeed resilient people.”


    Ranen replied, “You can say that. Despite being discriminated against, persecuted, and even


    massacred, we are willing to go to extreme ends to rebuild our homnd. Everything that we do, we do


    it for our faith. Based on the Yartranian religion, all of us—no matter where we are in the world—will


    swarm back to our homnd to rebuild it. That is the Yartranian spirit for you!”


    At that moment, Jonathan had a new understanding of the Yartranians. All this while, he was well


    aware of how intelligent they were since the people have historically won more than twenty


    internationally prestigious awards for groundbreaking research.


    Despite all that, Jonathan and Lah were still wrecking their brains on where to look for the Sinai


    Bible.


    We have not only checked the Crying Wall and the Holy Boulder but also confirmed the existence of


    the Sinai Bible through our dreams. But now, what should we do next? Where do we find the Sinai


    Bible? And where is the Third Sacred Temple located? We still have no leads on them yet.


    Even Ranen could not provide any further clues.


    After leaving another Spirit Gathering Pill with Ranen, Jonathan and Lah left the hospital.


    By the time they stepped out, the sky was already bright.


    With the morning sun shining on the hospital grounds, its rays pierced through the tree foliage,


    throwing tattered shadows on the ground.


    Lah was dispirited.


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    Previously, when both of them still had high hopes for their search, they could enjoy themselves and


    have a good night''s sleep.


    Unfortunately, they had now run into a dead end with their search.


    As for Jonathan, he was rtively more ambivalent about the situation.


    After having breakfast outside the hospital, Jonathan drove both of them back to the hotel.


    No sooner had they driven out than Lah suggested, “I suddenly feel like going for a walk instead of


    going back. Why don''t you head back without me?”


    Jonathan subsequently stopped the car to let Lah out.


    Upon returning to the hotel, he took a shower and drank a ss of red wine before going to sleep.


    By the time he woke up, it was already five in the evening.


    Over thest few days, Jonathan felt as if his circadian rhythm had been inverted.


    After getting out of bed and washing up, he nned to go downstairs for dinner.


    The thought had barely crossed his mind when there was a knock on the door.


    As he opened the door, he was greeted by the sight of Lah holding a can of beer in one hand,


    whereas the other hand was holding a bag filled with them.


    Not only was she reeking of alcohol, but there was also a reddish tint on her cheeks as she staggered


    around, looking intoxicated.


    Despite his surprise, Jonathan didn''tment about it as he invited her in.


    “Let''s drink!” Raising the bag of beer, Lah shed Jonathan a charming smile.


    As Jonathan closed the door behind him, she plonked herself down on the couch and ced the bag of


    beer on the coffee table.


    Settling down on the armchair beside her, Jonathan picked up one can and pulled its tab. The hiss of


    carbonated gas could be heard as bubbles frothed out of the can.


    After downing one big gulp, he smiled wryly at Lah andmented, “Lah, we still have twenty-two


    days, so it''s not time to despair yet. Aren''t you giving up a little too early?”


    Lah gave Jonathan a nce, one that was tinged with coyness. “I''m not in despair. I''m just feeling


    sorry for myself. So what''s the use of my cultivation when everything isn''t going my way? As of now, we


    have no clue where the Sinai Bible is, and even if we managed to find it and learn the truth, we would


    subsequently live in fear of it. I can''t help feeling pathetic about my life.”


    Jonathan empathized with Lah entirely.


    Knowing words were not necessary, he simply drank together with her.


    In the end, the drunk Lah simply fell asleep on the couch.


    As it was already eight in the evening, the sky had turned dark.


    The crystal chandelier in the suite bathed the room in a gentle hue.


    Even though Lah was utterly intoxicated, Jonathan wasn''t worried about anyone threatening her.


    Despite being drunk, she would instantly regain her sobriety at the first sign of danger.


    When Jonathan returned to the room after having dinner downstairs, Lah was still sleeping in the


    exact position before he left.


    The sight took him by surprise, for it was rare for her not to have woken up the entire time he was out.