Soaring mountains, vast and boundless plains.

Ribbon-like rivers wrap around the city that has grown thicker with time.

"Roar!"

The silver-winged flying dragon swept across the plains, mountains and rivers, startling a large number of beasts drinking water by the river.

The flying dragon raised water on the Shepherd's River, and then soared into the sky.

The mountain at the end of the sky is getting closer.

The silver-winged dragon is the eye of Duma, and it is also the connection point between the other side of the world and the giant island of Ruh.

Duma has drawn a map of the giant island of Ruh, a giant island high in the north and low in the south, with an area of ​​millions of square kilometers.

There are snake people, monsters, and various powers on the island.

And the gods.

She saw the overwhelming blood-stained ocean on the southeast coast, and the nameless existence peeked into the sky from the bottom of the sea.

She was also frightened by the terrifying shadow at the bottom of the sea, a demigod with the power of life.

Mountains at sunrise.

She saw someone riding a boat down a waterfall from the sky into the Garden of Miracles, the garden full of the silver cup of desire, bright by day and endlessly lit by night. .

She has seen the Miracle Temple in the Land of Sunrise, witnessed the Fairy Wishing Festival in the City of Lights, and seen the incredible rainbow flower tree of the fairy family.

She had seen the city of the sky and the sea of ​​clouds left behind 250 million years ago in Suinhoor's Fire Temple. Unfortunately, when she really wanted to see the Lost Country, it was completely closed when she arrived.

In fact, even the sea of ​​​​clouds is still open.

She stared at the looming shadow in the sea of ​​​​clouds, and did not dare to enter.

There are forbidden places named after death, and there are creations that the snake people call the relics of the gods.

But Duma knew that it was a relic from the previous era.

There are too many miracles here, too many footprints belonging to the gods, but she still has not found what her own **** left in this world.

And this moment.

She came to the place where life began in myths and legends, that is, the sacred mountain where the master of life created the snake and the winged man.

The silver-winged dragon broke through the sea of ​​clouds and flew all the way to the highest point.

Above the sea of ​​clouds, the golden dome illuminated by the sun.

The silver-winged dragon finally arrived at its destination.

Holy white feathers fell from the sky, and the divine grace puppet unique to Tier 4 powers was activated.

The feather instantly turned into the shadow of the sky envoy, and Duma appeared on the edge of the mountain top where the sun was shining.

Duma's charismatic puppet stood barefoot on the edge of the cliff, looking down.

The bottom is completely occupied by a dense sea of ​​clouds, and the mountains and rivers can be seen in the distance through the scattered clouds.

Even with Duma's character that doesn't show her emotions easily, she couldn't help but say a word.

"This mountain is so high."

Duma had never seen such a high mountain.

Even the former Finnbrooke Mountain is insignificant compared to this mountain.

This mountain seems to be so high that it can really overlook the whole world, and at a glance it is known that it is definitely not a natural creation.

It's a miracle given by the gods.

Duma walked inside, looking at the surroundings.

She wants to find the traces of her own family, the place where she was born.

"The mountain of the origin of life."

"Legend, the master of life blew the horn, the giant island of Ruh floated from the sea, and there was life and green between the heavens and the earth."

"The master of life first created the snake man, and then he wanted to create a species that flew in the sky."

That's the wingman.

Duma read the myth of the snake man, and everything was the same as what Aphoan said.

The other party really did not deceive her.

The civilization of the snake people originated in the age of Semos, the mother of all snakes, thousands of years ago.

In that distant era, they had already learned to write, fortify, cook, and breed.

They believed in the master of life, but because of the mistakes made by the snake mother Semos, the master of life left here in disappointment.

And that mistake was that Sermos, the mother of all snakes, let go of the ancestor of the winged man on the Tongtian Tower.

Since then, the winged man has left the giant island of Ruh and went to the other side of the world.

After the silver-winged dragon arrived on the giant island of Ruh, Duma had seen this legend many times.

Some are from books, some are from paintings.

There are festive poems.

But only when you stand here, you can feel the grandeur of this mountain of the origin of life, and feel the breath of gods and the rhythm of life left here.

Only then can you truly experience that sense of reality.

"Although Afoan didn't deceive me, he concealed the legend that Sermos, the mother of snakes, banished the ancestor of the winged man."

"Are you afraid that we will have hatred and hostility to the snake people after we know it?"

Duma could probably guess what Yafoan was thinking, but when he was standing here, it was difficult to really feel the same.

Because everything is too long ago.

So long ago, it can only be called a myth.

Duma shook his head: "Yafan is an upright person, a good person, and a hero of the Avilians."

"But he also has mortal paranoia, prejudice, and arrogance."

"We've always been like this, light and darkness coexist."

Duma thought of Avon, they were not friends, but they were still sad about his ending.

Duma picked up a stone from the ground.

In her hands she was bathed in the blazing sun on the top of the mountain and the cold wind.

"If our ancestors stayed on the giant island of Ruh, what would it have been like?"

"Will it get better?"

"Or will the two sides continue to fight like natural enemies like the mother of ten thousand snakes is afraid?"

She was distracted, thinking of one question after another.

"The Lord of Life is too great. He was born before everything started. He doesn't need anything from mortals."

"He created us only because he could."

"Does He really need us? What does our existence mean to Him?"

Duma thought about it for a long time, but in the end he still couldn't figure out such a question.

She is too small, how can she guess the thoughts of these eternal gods.

The top of the mountain is bare.

There is nothing left.

Duma had seen the records and drawings of the Snake Man. Once on this mountain there was a city of life and a temple dominated by life, and there was a tower to the sky leading to the kingdom of the gods, but now all of them have disappeared.

Duma stood in the middle of the top of the mountain.

She looked around, and a powerful spiritual force spread from the stone in her hand.

Traveling back in time and retracing the information that passed by with the years revealed everything that once was.

in her eyes.

Roads appeared on the top of the bare hills, partitioned buildings appeared, and tall altars appeared.

Behind the altar, a temple like a giant's palace appeared.

It is simple and grand, it is simple but heavy.

It will be that kind of god, stalwart feeling.

It stands out vividly.

There should be a candlestick-like pedestal in the hall, but Duma's spirituality dare not trace it any further.

That's not what she can and can see anymore.

Duma looked at this city built by giant monsters in shock. It had the same feeling as that of "The Lost Kingdom", a kind of feeling that was not built by mortals, but seemed to be carved out by giant gods.

She walked through the streets of the city of life in her eyes, through the high, flaming altars.

She walked towards the back of the Temple of Life.

There, she saw a huge tower.

"Tower of Babel!"

The giant tower built by the snake man for the mother of life, it is said that the mother of life travels between the kingdom of the gods and the world from here.

Duma walked towards the giant tower little by little, the closer he got.

The giant tower was also constantly enlarged in her eyes.

Her slender neck was raised like a swan, and her head was raised higher and higher.

"Gods."

"The original creator, the source of all power and power, the three gods of wisdom, life, and dreams."

"As for other gods, they are great beings who have come across time from ancient times."

"At the beginning of this era, the Master of Life created everything."

"She is the creator of all life."

"This is where the winged man was born."

"The master of life is to create the snake man on the mountain of the origin of life, and then create us on the tower of Babel!"

According to the information that Yafoan knew, and what she later saw from the spiritual door, combined with the information obtained from the giant island of Ruh.

Duma also uncovered the layers of fog little by little, and saw the truth of the ancient times.

in this era.

There are few people who can know more than her.

She finally stood at the foot of the Babel Tower, as if she could directly touch its dark stone wall.

Her head was raised higher.

She seemed to see the chains on the Tongtian Tower and heard the voices of the ancestors of the winged people.

Chains bind a group of winged and intelligent creatures, born to belong to the sky.

"My ancestors!"

"Did you want to stay? Or did you want to leave?"

"Do you want to be chained in the tower of God, or do you want to fly freely in the sky?"

Although Duma can't see, she can imagine everything in the past.

She heard the crashing sound of chains.

The ancestors of the winged people broke free from the chains and flew farther and farther into the distance.

She chased after her, until she almost missed a step.

And everything around her disappeared in her eyes.

There are no ancient cities, no temples dominated by life, and the giant towers that reach the sky are long gone.

but.

Just because they're all invisible now doesn't mean they didn't exist.

Duma looked at the sea of ​​​​clouds in the distance, and she seemed to see groups of wingmen flying side by side.

Through the cloud sky, flying over the sea.

"perhaps."

"It's not the best, but it's not the worst either."

"The world has always been like that."

Duma finished his pilgrimage and felt a lot more relaxed.

Duma was about to leave when another person just came here.

Outside the city of Pence.

A man with a shaggy beard and a face full of vicissitudes came from a distance.

His clothes were covered in dust, and the sword in his hand looked very valuable, but the once ornate scabbard had gone somewhere and had become an inconspicuous leather scabbard.

Shana looked at the capital of the King's Court of Ten Thousand Snakes in the distance, but what was more conspicuous was the sacred mountain behind Pansi City.

Shana stopped for a moment.

He looked at this great mountain of the origin of life and suddenly recalled that sentence.

"If people live in this world, if they haven't seen the Huhuo Temple of Huhuocheng, the Mountain of Origin of Life after Pansi City and the Colossus of Iwa in the City of Lights, aren't they living in vain?"

He came here because of this sentence, looking for clues and traces of Carmon.

Next, he will go to the wasteland and the frozen plateau.

He searched many places, but he couldn't find Carmon again.

but.

What can he do other than find it?

If you don't vent that powerlessness, that resentment and despair.

What's the point of his life?

And he clearly felt that Carmon was by his side, but he couldn't touch him.

He raised his head and looked at the mountain of the origin of life.

Compared to that mountain, how insignificant he is.

So weak and powerless.

Just as mortals face fate.

Shana suddenly burst into tears, he was clearly not sad.

Or, since he left his hometown, it is difficult for him to understand what it feels like to be sad.

But he still shed tears.

A shadow pierced through the sea of ​​clouds and hovered above the sea of ​​clouds halfway up the mountain of the origin of life.

Shana noticed the black spot hovering high above, and his eyes, which were not as sharp as human eyes, could see what the shadow was at a glance.

It was as if he had penetrated the tomb of the King of Heinsai and saw the jewel in the crown.

"It's that thing."

Silver Winged Dragon.

On the mountain of the origin of life, Duma's instinctive intuition also made Duma notice that someone was looking at his silver-winged dragon.

Duma looked down from a height and noticed Shana at a glance.

But she didn't remember the other party, after all, Shana only appeared in front of her once.

The encounter that time was just a glimpse of the silver-winged flying dragon across the sky, and the other side and the other living beings on the earth did not look much different.

She and Shana didn't know.

Every encounter is not entirely accidental.

That is the attraction of the spiritual source to the personality of desire, the pursuit of the missing part of the self by the source of desire.

dream world.

The name of an item on the Cup of God at this moment is also revealed again, including its full details.

[Divine Art Items Destined Puppet of Strings]

【Serial number 19】

[Second-generation saint Stan Tito is a master craftsman. He once left behind a masterpiece called the Puppet of the String of Fate. That ancient work has long since passed away in time, but his story and It was still remembered by future generations; this magical tool was made according to this work of Saint Stan Tito, and the person who made it changed fate to fate, because it not only symbolized fate, but also a Inherited the eternal and indelible agreement. 】

[Ability 1 Memory Thread: The knowledge stone produced by the Divine Grace Quadrant is condensed from Xiao's knowledge and memory. The memory of Barrow's eldest son Carmon has been transformed into a memory thread for manipulating Tiupu, who has the ability to control others. The body, the ability to steal the wisdom of others, and the ability to modify the memory of others; the memory thread itself does not have wisdom, it can only plunder the body of others so as to have the ability to think with the help of the body and wisdom of the other party. For generations, the line has followed the plan it had made until it was fully realized. 】

[Capacity 2 Personality Puppet: The Stone of Desire created by the quartet of divine grace is condensed from Xiao’s desire and personality. The personality desire of Baro’s second son Shana is transformed into a shadow of a puppet, and the shadow of the puppet will actively seek The carrier species is passed down through the divisions of this race from generation to generation. They share the same personality and follow the arrangement of the memory line; the personality of the Stone of Desire and Shana will instinctively pursue their own things, which Xiao once lost. part. 】

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Although Shana saw the silver-winged dragon again, she didn't do anything other than lament the past.

Duma also saw Shana, but she didn't care at all.

Just be a passerby.

However, at this time, another shadow rushed towards the mountain of the origin of life.

Chase in the direction of Duma.

Just as Duma was about to leave, she frowned and looked behind her.

"who is it?"

Only saw a white silk thread crawling up, like a large group of insects.

The dense threads intertwined and finally converged into a human shape.

The line crew was very excited and chaotic.

"It's you……"

"It's you……"

"I found it... I finally found it."

"finally……"

"found it."

The last time, he also saw Duma's silver-winged dragon.

It was the first time that Shana, under the guidance of instinct, met a place representing spiritual power.

But because the silver-winged dragon flew past, it was impossible for Carmon to catch up with him.

And today, several years later, Camon finally met her again.

Duma asked the person in front of the thread group: "Who are you?"

With the chaotic body, the thread group stabilized his forehead a little bit, and the rhythm of his speech also calmed down.

"I am a servant of God, Carmon."

The spooler looked at Duma and called her: "The Apostle of God."

Duma frowned.

But she had a flash of inspiration and suddenly thought of a name.

"Barrow!"

Carmon, who turned into a spooler, was like a machine, and replied stiffly, "That's right."

"We are..."

He paused, as if the machine froze.

After a long time, he continued: "The descendants of Barrow."

Duma completely understood that she had found the backhand that God had arranged.

really.

Everything is on this giant island of Ruh, where the gods originated.

Duma asked, "How can I be sure that you are?"

Camon watched Duma and got closer.

He stretched out his hand and faced the mighty King of Angels.

"No need to confirm, we all belong to God."

"We are of the same origin!"

"We have the same strength and origin."

Duma watched the thread group for a long time.

In the end, he reached out and held the hand of the thread group.

For a moment.

A picture appeared in front of him.

She seemed to have seen the doomed couple hidden in the unknown, the stone of desire and knowledge radiating different lights hanging high, waiting to return.

She saw the city of God's descent in ancient times, and saw three figures standing under the coronation ceremony of King Heinsai, agreeing on the final plan.

Finally, she saw a shadow radiating light all over her body.

An old three-leaf man knelt in front of him, looking at him with anticipation and longing.

That was the **** she and the wingmen believed in.

Lord of Light.

The screen flashed in the blink of an eye, but for a moment.

But everything has been proven.

The lineman went on to say, "My strength."

"Feel it? That part of God that's missing."

And the other side.

Duma's body is inside the spiritual gate, and she is witnessing the violent tumbling of the entire spiritual sea at this moment.

The will of the gods is almost screaming and shouting: "Barrow..."

"Barrow..."

"Take it back...take it back..."

On the mountain of the origin of life.

Duma nodded. "Where is the missing part of God? Is it with you?"

Camon shook his head: "God's power is divided into four parts, spirituality, wisdom, desire, and knowledge."

"The Stone of Desire of God and the Stone of Knowledge were placed in a place no one knew about, and we were unable to find it."

"No one can find it!"

"The Stone of Desire and the Stone of Knowledge will only return when the Awakening Ceremony of God is initiated."

"God's wisdom is hidden in the Heinsai crown. It took us a long time to finally get it back."

"The spirituality of the gods entered reincarnation and strayed beyond the giant island of Ruh. We once tried to go beyond the ocean of storms, but failed."

After that, Camon looked at Duma again.

"you you you!"

Carmon seemed to be stuck again, the line on his body kept wriggling, free in the air.

After a long time, the lines are back in place.

He spoke again: "You are back, everything is in its place."

He chattered, and his words were repeated: "You're here."

"It's time to start the ceremony, the final ceremony."

Duma also saw that the person in front of him could not be called a person at all.

He doesn't even have a real self, just a prop.

Duma asked him, "What is the ritual?"

Kamon replied to Duma: "The Way of Wisdom Ritual."

"At the beginning of life, spirituality gives birth to wisdom, wisdom gives birth to desire, and finally we have the memory of life."

"This is the wisdom law given by the creator to the wisdom species. Only the life that is naturally nurtured in this way is the life that is blessed."

"Instead of... a prop."

Duma: "What do I need to do?"

Carmon: "You just need to arrange for God's spirituality to enter reincarnation again and enter our designated body."

"But the spirituality of the gods is too huge, so it needs an introduction to overdo it."

"It's also a necessity for ritual."

Duma: "Is that all right?"

Carmon: "That's it."

"Everything has been decided, everything is doomed."

"already……"

"Billions of years ago."

The chaotic lines danced in the air, and Carmon's voice became hollow.

The line cracked and dissipated a little bit, and Carmon also left the mountain of the origin of life.

He finally told Duma: "Everyone has their own mission and task, and everyone has their own destination."

"Apostle of God!"

"Your mission is to guard the door and live well to the end."

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dream world.

Inside the spiritual door.

Duma's body is standing above the sea of ​​clouds, this is a king of angels with one fifth pair of wings already appearing.

Although it doesn't look very coordinated, it has another asymmetrical beauty.

The holy wings spread, and the long white dress was dragged on the sea of ​​clouds.

She herself represents the divine, beautiful, and pure, just like when everyone is born.

Her power represents the spiritual source of the beginning of intelligent life.

Duma faced the sea where spirituality turned, listening to the whispers of the gods in the depths of the "sea".

She has heard it many times.

She also once guessed the meaning of these words like her mother.

But she was not as mad as her mother, taking these words as the will of the gods.

she knows.

These are but whispers of the gods, like mortal babble.

But this time was different. She encountered a servant left by the gods, an arrangement left over from the previous era.

"Is this really the will of the gods?"

"Is it God's arrangement?"

Duma asked himself, "Isn't it mortal arrogance? Isn't it our speculation about the divine will?"

After thinking over and over again, Duma finally felt that this was not the case.

Descendants of Barrow.

Dolls from the last era.

A complete ritual of resurrection of the gods.

This is definitely the handwriting of the gods. Except for the gods, no one can make their arrangements cross the boundaries of the era and the barriers of hundreds of millions of years.

"God!"

"Are you really going to wake up?"

Duma looked into the depths of the sea of ​​spirituality. She used to have some expectations, because she felt that the awakening of the gods would bring light to mortals.

But after seeing too many things, she was a little confused at the moment.

What will God be like when he wakes up?

Will it be mortal and what she expects?

"Ugh!"

At this time, there was another tired sigh from the will in the depths of the spiritual sea.

Reincarnation again and again, hundreds of millions of years.

It's not just the servants of God who can't bear it.

Even the gods themselves felt despair.

Duma woke up in an instant, and she was also feeling sorry for this sigh.

"Billions of years."

"Does even the gods feel tired and hopeless?"

Duma no longer hesitated, she had already begun to arrange Xiao's spiritual reincarnation.

The white mythical door slowly opened.

The sea of ​​spirituality was surging, and the cycle of stagnation for many years was opened again.

Although only a mortal, Duma sent her blessings to the gods.

"God!"

"I hope this time will be the last time."

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The other side of the dream world.

In front of the gate of truth, the ghost Polik is using the gate of truth to collect information in reality.

However, the gate of truth is not omnipotent. At most, it can only collect the huge information in the realm of the Aivir people with the help of the power of the Aivir people.

Not all.

Only some specific, important information and knowledge can be gathered.

At this moment a mortal is sacrificing to the **** of truth and knowledge, offering the knowledge and memory he possesses.

The mortals knelt in the temple and confided to the **** of truth and knowledge.

"God!"

"I sacrificed to you an extraordinary experience I once encountered, which is the best memory in my life."

"I beg you, I beg you to give me..."

The Gate of Truth judges that this piece of knowledge and memory is very precious and has the meaning of sacrifice.

A memory picture turned into a book and entered the knowledge ocean behind the gate of truth.

Finally fell in front of Porick.

The book was opened, and Pollick saw this memory and knowledge.

A child stood in front of a big rainbow-colored tree and put a letter in the hole of the rainbow tree.

"Please send this letter to my mother."

"She is no longer in the world, she is in the kingdom of gods."

"She must be there."

"O tree, if you can, send my letter to the kingdom of the gods!"

When the child left, he kept looking back at the rainbow tree.

Even he himself does not believe that this letter can be delivered.

The screen disappears.

The picture becomes the child's home.

A few days later, the child had a dream, in which he dreamed that his letter was transformed into a beautiful memory and merged into a dream bubble that exudes a beautiful atmosphere.

Every word in his letter has been turned into a beautiful memory in the dream of life.

In his sleep, the child turned his body over and laughed.

"Hahaha!"

"Ha ha!"

Ghost Polik was expressionless, but he got an important hint from the analysis and judgment of the Gate of Truth.

The Gate of Truth can of course distinguish what is a real dream, and what is the influence and mapping of extraordinary power.

He spoke in a mechanical tone with the same interval between every syllable.

"Rainbow tree can not only send letters to distant people, but also to those who have passed away?"

Even the Door of Truth is the first time that this kind of information has been collected and proven.

Because no one would think of sending a letter to a dead person who just happened to come across the rainbow tree.

Polik returned to the temple.

On the platform of the temple, he picked up a colorful flower branch.

This is from the existence of the God of Creation. A beautiful fairy who claimed to be the messenger of the gods, Flotti, gave it to the God of Truth and Knowledge~lightnovelpub.net~ It was just that the God of Truth and Knowledge was sleeping, and it was Pori at that time. Kedai accepted it.

Polik took the flower branch and looked outside the temple, towards the city in the deepest sea of ​​knowledge.

"Will it be a factor?"

With a flick of his figure, Polik appeared in the outer layers of the city.

He threw the branches of the rainbow tree down and watched the branches fall into the ancient city little by little.

"Asai God!"

"The messengers of the gods will pass on your thoughts to those who have passed away, and to the dream sea of ​​stars, the destination of all beings and spirits."

"This flower branch."

"Be able to say what you want to say, what you haven't been able to say before."

"Bring everyone you care about and can't let go of."