Xiuburn he is dead, but not completely dead.

He turned into a spirit body.

The ghost family was originally just a derivative of the villain in the bottle used to sacrifice and deprive mortals, and it was a plaything that appeared after being radiated by the villain in the bottle.

The lowest level ghosts have no wisdom, not even the first level of power.

Because the power of wisdom has been taken away, only part of their spirituality and past memories remain in their bodies. It is not so much a species, but more like a transparent book carved with memories.

in the last epoch.

After the final battle of the Holy Mountain, Asay released all ghosts, and this world has no such existence.

But at this moment, Xiu Boen obviously still has consciousness.

He is no ordinary ghost.

"What's wrong with me?"

"I'm not dead?"

He lowered his head and could see a glowing object in his chest.

He recognized it immediately, it was the god-given thing he had received before.

Because he wants to understand the function and power of this prop, and it is not very big, so he has been carrying it with him recently.

Unexpectedly, it was this thing that held him back at the end of death.

It was pulled.

But did not pull back.

Because no one is sure whether he is dead or alive in this state.

"wrong!"

"That's my body."

The moment he lowered his head, he also saw a scorched black corpse under his body.

He was terrified, and he couldn't understand what was going on.

At this time, he suddenly saw a beam of light shining down from a high place.

Then he raised his head again, and saw a gap between reality and illusion.

And inside.

There is a huge and broken door.

The complex and mysterious pattern is depicted on the door, which looks like a big tree, and it also looks like a branched route map.

It is so dilapidated, revealing the ancient and vicissitudes of life.

One chain after another was entangled and tied to the gate, as if the existence inside didn't want people to open it easily.

suddenly.

Xiuboen had a clear realization that this is the creation of the gods.

That hand bone is the only key to this door.

This door does not exist in the present world, and only Polic's right hand can find its existence in the gap between reality and illusion.

However, in Xiuborne's eyes, he thought that he was going to the kingdom of God.

"Am I called by God?"

Xiuburn was a little excited, he had too many questions.

He wanted to ask his **** why such a huge disaster would be brought to the city of Aiweier.

They believed in the gods so devoutly, why did they usher in such an ending in the end.

Xiuboen quickly walked up to the sky step by step, the earth lost its attraction and restraint to him, and there seemed to be an invisible ladder in the sky.

He crosses the border between fiction and reality.

The Gate of Truth was not summoned by him to the real world, so it was Xiuborne who left the real world and went to the edge of illusion.

He watched the clouds, sky, and sun outside all disappear, and he appeared in an unknown dark area.

He stepped up the darkness.

Finally, he came to the door of truth.

Matching the huge door is a broken base suspended in the void.

It can be seen that there are a lot of stones floating in the darkness. I don't know how long it has taken for this door of God to become so incomplete.

On the right side of the pedestal stands a "person".

However, the moment Xiuburn saw him, he didn't know whether the other person could be called a human being.

The other party appeared out of nowhere, at least he didn't exist before Xiuburn appeared.

He is tall, and his whole body and face are covered with a layer of bone armor.

He is wearing a smock, which is much more gorgeous and delicate than the snake man's clothes, as if there is no gap at all, and the patterns on it are as exquisite as the costumes of the gods in mythology.

But the moment Xiuboen got close, he saw that the other party's body was transparent.

Xiu Boen even noticed that the other party's right hand was missing.

He suddenly looked at the right hand bone supporting his transparent body, and vaguely understood something.

That right hand is the existence in front of him, a species completely different from the snake man.

A "person" who has died for an unknown number of years.

"Who are you?" Xiuburn asked the other party.

The other party replied with a blank expression.

"I am Polik, a ghost."

"A follower of Asay."

Although the two did not understand each other in language, the communication method of the wise and powerful person directly pointed to the soul.

Xiuburn asked, "Why did I come here?"

Polik's ghost raised its head and looked at Xiuburn.

"You are a witch spirit."

"It is also the first witch spirit in the world."

"It is the first servant created by Asai after he became a god, and he is his priest in the world."

"People from another era, I have been sleeping for too long, and I finally waited for you."

Xiu Boen immediately shook his head, and he said in fear.

"No no no."

"I am not a servant of your god, I am a believer in the master of life."

Polik's ghost didn't speak, just stood there quietly.

But it didn't take long, Xiu Boen couldn't help but said again.

"What is a witch spirit?"

Polik's ghost immediately explained: "It is a priest that only a true myth can create, a brand-new kind of intelligent and powerful person."

"You carry part of the power of the gods, and part of the knowledge of the gods."

"But you haven't entered behind the door of truth yet, so you haven't gained the knowledge of the gods."

"You're not really converting successfully."

Xiuburn asked Polrick: "So you are also a witch spirit?"

Xiuburn could feel that the other party had existed for countless years.

"Can a witch spirit live so long?"

Ghost Polik shook his head. In his time, Asay hadn't become a real myth, but a reincarnation.

"I am a ghost."

"A dead object, a book with memories."

"A dead thing, a stone, what's the point of its existence no matter how long it is?"

The ghost Polik stared at Xiuburn: "And you are alive, a living witch spirit."

"This is a gift from Asai to you, and it is also a gift from the gods to you."

Xiuburn also noticed at this time that Polik may be right, the other party is a dead thing.

Because his answer seemed to be a dialogue that had already been calculated.

Xiuburn continued to ask: "Then?"

"Which **** is your god?"

"What are you waiting for here?"

Ghost Polik said: "My **** is the **** of truth and knowledge, and I am here waiting for someone who can open the door in this era."

"The **** of truth and knowledge is asleep, and he lives in his dream."

"He has long been a myth, but he has long been forgotten."

"He wants to sleep forever, but I know he will wake up one day."

"In the endless reincarnation, his power has reached the limit, and no one sacrifices knowledge and truth to him anymore."

Ghost Polik's voice seemed to have become desolate. It may be that when he designed this passage, he also had endless sighs and sighs in his heart.

"But I know, and everybody knows."

"The eternal Creator will return one day, and everything will start in the next era."

"Truth and knowledge are destined to be inherited forever."

Like the demigods of life power, if the demigods of wisdom power cannot find a way forward, their strength will be stuck at a limit.

Porik, the ghost, suddenly stepped forward.

Step by step, he finally stood in the middle of the door.

He stretched out his arms towards Xiu Bowen and asked him loudly.

"People from another era, are you willing to inherit this truth and knowledge."

As the ghost Polic finished speaking, the chains on the door of truth shook.

A gap suddenly appeared in the tightly bound myth door.

The light from the door shone out, completely submerging the body of the ghost Polik in the sea of ​​light, and swallowing Xiuboen as well.

In that split second.

He saw countless pictures and memories flowing by his side. It seemed that all the knowledge of another era and another civilization was recorded here.

This knowledge turns into clouds, into the sea.

But at the core of everything, there is an illusory world like an isolated island.

finally.

He saw the illusory world frozen in time.

Polik seems to have traveled through time and came to that era 200 million years ago.

Here time no longer flows, everything is fixed.

The people and things here, the stories here, and everything that happened before are all left behind by a powerful force.

It seems that an extremely great existence is unwilling to leave this period of time.

He wants to stay in this age forever.

The vast and primitive land was a desolation that Xiuburn had never seen before. It was so desolate that Xiuburn thought it was impossible for life to survive in this world.

But in such a world, there is a bustling city far surpassing the snake people.

A city that is so ancient to them that it can be traced back to the source of time.

And the city has not functioned for a long time.

Because it has completely severed its connection with the outside world, and there has been no new knowledge and truth for hundreds of millions of years, arriving here from the outside world.

The gods who control this place have also fallen into silence in the endless time.

but.

Xiuborne heard countless people calling a name, like a mountain shouting and a tsunami coming from all directions,

"The **** of truth and knowledge."

"Asay, Asay who defeated and killed the demon."

"The truth-seeker who opened the existence of the age of mythology and uncovered the mystery of eternal life."

"Anjofus."

"He opened the magic box and closed it himself."

"..."

That was another era, the memory and shout of a group of races that created ancient civilizations for this god.

Xiuborne was dizzy from the impact of these voices, but it was also at this moment that he completely came back to his senses.

He found that he was still standing in front of that gate.

He did not enter the world inside the door.

All that happened just now was that he saw the mirror image inside the door through the gap.

He can feel it.

By taking a step forward, you can gain great strength, get a chance to live again, and struggle out from the brink of death.

But he also knew that as long as he took a step forward, he would betray his belief.

Xiuburn was terrified.

He was finally completely sure that what he had come to was not the kingdom of the Creator.

What he came to was really an unknown realm of gods.

He yelled in his heart.

"No, I am a believer in the ruler of life."

"I am the chief servant of the temple, the most loyal servant of God."

"I absolutely cannot believe in another unknown god."

He is a descendant of the mother of all snakes, and he believes in the creator of all things in this world and the master of life.

finally.

He didn't enter the door of truth, but fled in haste.

Poric the Ghost stood by the door like a statue.

He didn't stop Xiuburn from leaving, let alone persuade him.

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Xiuburn escaped from the boundary between illusion and reality, or it can also be called the edge of the dream world or the spirit world.

He reappeared in the sea in this world, standing on the scorched black ship.

He only stood before the gate of truth for a short while, but the real world has passed for a long time.

Day turned into night again.

He looked at the scorched sailboat covered in burn marks.

Looking at the self facing the bow of the ship in a pilgrimage-like attitude.

Although his face had changed beyond recognition, he could feel his helplessness and despair through that face.

"It turns out I'm really dead."

Xiuburn stretched out his hand, he wanted to touch his own body.

But he found that his hand was passing through his body.

He is just a spirit body and cannot touch anything in this world at all.

Only at this time did he truly accept the fact that he had become a witch spirit.

He turned his head to look in other directions, and there were corpses all over the deck.

He suddenly made a stiff expression, his whole face seemed to be exerting force, and he said in a voice that was almost crying.

"other people."

"They're all dead, too."

And at this time, he suddenly saw a figure wandering in the dark corner on the other side of the ship.

As if he had found some treasure, Xiu Boen immediately chased after him.

He saw a middle-aged man wearing a crown, half-floating, walking back and forth over the side of the boat.

He seemed to want to disembark, but there was no way he could leave.

"My kingdom."

"My Loveville City."

He kept chanting these two sentences in his mouth, back and forth, repeating constantly.

Immediately, Xiu Boen stepped forward excitedly, and he asked loudly.

"king."

"Are you still there?"

But his king had turned into a ghost, just talking blankly following his memory, and didn't respond to him at all.

Xiuburn suddenly remembered the words of the ghost Polik, and said with some pain in his mouth.

"A ghost is just a dead thing, and a witch spirit is a gift from God."

Immediately afterwards, Xiuburn found more ghosts on the ship.

The royal family, nobles, servants, and soldiers who boarded the ship were all dead, and all of them lost their wisdom and body, and became a ghost trapped on the ship.

Everyone lingered on the boat, talking about things that they couldn't let go of during their lifetime.

Or panic, or restlessness, or longing.

Xiuboen persisted in asking everyone here, but no one could respond to him, and instead continued to aggravate the pain in Xiuboen's heart.

And Xiuboen himself, like these ghosts, became a prisoner on the ship.

Although he was lucky enough to become a witch spirit, he did not complete the final transformation.

He doesn't have any power right now.

The difference with Ghost is that he still retains wisdom.

He has no way to interfere with the things in this world, he can only watch the ship drift aimlessly on the sea.

Floating to a destination that he doesn't know.

"no."

"It can't be like this."

He looked into the distance, although he didn't know his position, but according to the stars in the sky, he could be sure that Aiweier City was in that direction.

"I want to go back."

"The city of Aiweier cannot just disappear like this, and our country cannot just perish like this."

"We are the descendants of Aiweier, the country we have finally established, and the civilization that belongs to us."

"It can't just disappear like this."

finally.

He made up his mind.

He looked up to the sky, and through the gap between illusion and reality, he saw the huge and broken door again.

This time he was no longer passive, nor was he stepping forward blankly.

He is ready.

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Ghost Porick is still in front of the door of truth, but as long as Xiuburn doesn't ask questions, he usually won't open his mouth.

Xiuburn stood in front of the ghost Polik.

"I made a decision."

"I want to go in, I want to gain the power of the witch spirit."

Ghost Polik's sluggish body finally responded, and he raised his head.

"The key is with you, and it is you who actually opens the door."

"not me."

finished.

The right hand of Polik, the magical tool in Xiuboen's body, finally emitted light, and the door of truth in front of him once again moved.

The door was not fully opened, and was still bound by heavy chains.

But there was a light from the crack of the door.

The chain is not to prevent outsiders from entering, but to prevent the power inside from leaking out.

Every time this door representing the power of mythology was opened, it heralded disaster.

That ray of light shone on Xiuboen's body, and Xiuboen's figure also disappeared in the light.

He finally entered the door of truth.

That light, according to the will of Hewborn, brought him to the ocean of knowledge and truth.

He saw countless pictures passing by.

He wanted to pry into the secrets, but all he got was a blurry afterimage.

this time.

Instead of seeing the city frozen in time, he came to a huge temple.

But this temple doesn't look like a temple, more like a huge library.

There are dense bookshelves on both sides, and there are countless books.

It's just that the books here are not recorded in the form of paper pages, but are recorded on silk one after another and organized into scrolls.

For the snake people, this is an indescribable luxury.

But when I think that this is a kingdom of gods, I feel that it is just commonplace.

besides.

The temple is also inlaid with a large number of stone slabs, and bone plates and other things that record words are piled up in the grid.

If it weren't for the statue on the altar, he would never have imagined that this was a temple.

He saw ghosts one after another, all of them were members of the Polik family.

After they died, they all became part of the Gate of Truth.

Xiu Boen came in and repeated his words to a ghost in front of the statue.

"I want to gain the power of witch spirits."

The ghost standing next to the statue said, "Sacrifice yourself, give everything you have to the gods."

As soon as he opened his mouth, a force immediately entangled Xiu Boen.

Immediately, Xiuburn felt that something very important in him had been extracted.

But in this world, his corpse melted instantly.

He sacrificed his body.

A force entered the gate of truth, condensed into one body in this temple, and finally turned into a leather book.

The leather book fell into Xiu Boen's hands, and he immediately felt a powerful power surge in his body.

And the name of this book immediately came to his mind.

"The Book of Witch Spirits."

And his body gradually became solid.

When he holds this book, he possesses the power to interfere with reality, and has a physical sense of touch.

This book is the body of a witch spirit, and it is the basis for it to cast spells and powers.

It is the existence created by Wu Ling sacrificing his own body.

Wuling does not have a fixed form, and can transform between virtual and real after possessing the book of Wuling.

And through the book of witch spirits and the power of gods, he can display all kinds of unimaginable powers.

Xiuburn finally got what he wanted, and he also had the power to return to the world and start all over again.

The moment he raised his head.

Xiuburn suddenly discovered the murals on the dome, but it was obvious that the murals were not the gods enshrined in the temple.

The existence on the mural seems to be greater and more incomprehensible than the gods in this temple.

Xiuburn felt very strange, because this is a temple.

Who would describe another existence that is not enshrined in the temple on the head of the god?

It felt as if the other party was a **** enshrined by a god.

"What's that?" Xiuburn asked curiously.

The ghost also answered.

"King of Wisdom."

"Red Leakey."

"The firstborn son of Insay the Creator, and the source of all wisdom and spirituality."

"As long as it is a creature with the blood of wisdom, it is a descendant of the king of wisdom, Laidlich."

Originally Xiuburn just asked casually, but the answer he got was earth-shattering to him.

Before he came, he felt that he was just vain, and he needed the power of this **** who didn't know where to come from.

after all.

He thinks that no matter how powerful this **** is, can he be as powerful as the Creator?

The mother of life is the creator of all things in the world and the most powerful existence in the world.

This is the fact that all snake people believe, and it is also their unchanging belief.

But here, in another kingdom of gods.

He heard another answer.

He instantly felt his scalp explode and his body was cold.

A few simple words from the other party took him out of his wits, and he didn't react for a long time.

What he paid attention to was not Laid Leakey, the king of wisdom, but that sentence.

"The Creator Insa."

He almost trembled and asked the other party: "What does this mean?"

"The Creator? Insay?"

He questioned loudly, as if everything about his beliefs had been overturned by others.

"What about Sally, the mother of life?"

"Where is the great master of life? What is He?"

The ghost replied: "The master of life power, the **** on the left of the creator seat."

Xiu Boen pointed to the ghost and said, "The **** on the left of the creator seat?"

"Then what are you? Aren't you created by the master of life?"

Ghost raised his hand, and the dome of the temple was completely lit up.

In addition to the crown of wisdom above the head, there is an eternal star standing in the background in the background.

But the moment he saw him, Xiuboen felt endless years and time rushing by.

He saw everything die, he saw the world crumble, he saw the sun fall.

But the other side is eternal.

He is the Supreme One, the origin and end of all things and spirits.

The ghost went on to say: "The world was first opened, and all things originated."

"God descended into this world."

"Insai God created all things and created wisdom and life."

"The highest source of wisdom, the origin of all spirituality, is the King of Wisdom, Raedlich."

"He is the source of power for all intelligent species, and the **** of all intelligent life."

"The King of Wisdom decomposed his own power, and let the world have wisdom."

"It was his sacrifice that gave everything a beginning and the world a light."

The ghost's voice seems to have traveled through time at this moment, overlapping with countless Sanye people from 200 million years ago, echoing in this temple.

"We are the firstborn sons of God. We used to live in the garden of the Creator, and we used to rule the world."

"we are…"

"Clover people."

Xiu Boen was so shocked that he could not speak at all, he could only stand firmly in the center of the temple.

After a long time, he seemed to have completely digested the meaning of the other party's words.

He kept chanting the name of the **** in his mouth, but his body was striding forward.

"God Insai?"

"The Creator...Insay?"

He didn't believe it at all, he yelled crazily.

"What's this?"

"You are the firstborn son of God, we are just servants and creations of the Mother of Life."

"Our creator is just the **** to the left of the real creator's throne?"

"It's another existence that created all of this?"

Xiuburn seemed to be crazy: "How is this possible? How is this possible?"

"We've never heard that claim, we've never heard it."

"This is all fabricated by you, and it doesn't exist in our mythology. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com"

He fled to the door of truth in a hurry, and he saw the ghost Polik again.

He asked the other party in embarrassment: "Who is the Creator?"

Porik the Ghost stared at him and replied.

"The Creator?"

"Of course it's God Insai."

"I don't believe it," said Xiuborne loudly.

"I will never believe it."

He stumbled down from the door of truth and disappeared into the boundless darkness.

The sun's light fell on him and the ship, yet Hewburn felt an endless emptiness.

There seemed to be a big hole in his heart that couldn't be filled.

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