Tito looked at his friend who was drowning in the sea of ​​flowers, and couldn't tell what emotions were in his heart.

　　 both sentimental and regretful, but also happy for the old man in stone helmet at the same time.

　　 "At the last moment of life, I can find the answer I am looking for."

　　 "It's also a kind of luck!"

　　The afterglow of the sun in the distance was not in the sun's line, so he turned and set off towards the temple.

　　 The Old Stonehelmet found the answer he wanted, but Tito has not yet completed his mission.

　　 Darkness fell a little bit, and he walked on the broken stone road.

　　 "La la la la la!"

　　 "La la la la la!"

　　 There was a melodious singing in the distance, as crisp as a wind chime.

　　 One after another, fairies in golden ornate blouses came with the wind across the sea of ​​flowers, and came to Tito's side.

　　 They carried the lanterns, illuminating the way forward for Tito.

　　 "Who are you?" Tito looked at these beautiful creatures and asked them.

　　 When the poet saw their appearance that closely resembled Polo, the messenger of God, he probably understood their origins.

　　 "We are the dream fairy, the guardian of the Shenling Garden."

　　 "God asked us to pick you up."

　　 "Guest from afar, Tito, poet of Hiinsei."

　　 The fairies have never seen anyone from outside, and curiously surround the poet, dancing around him.

　　 Tito was stunned: "God... even knows me?"

　　Meng Fairy laughed and said, "God knows everything."

　　 Under the company and guidance of the Dream Fairy, Tito walked through the ruined city in the sea of ​​flowers and came under the pyramid.

　　He saw the statue of Ledniche built by His Royal Highness, the second-generation Wisdom King Jessel. This great Wisdom King stands under the pyramid of the gods and always guards the passage to the temple of the gods.

　　 Tito stepped up the stairs with a shocked expression while looking at the statue sideways.

　　 A huge dream bubble enveloped the entire pyramid, and he felt as if he had come to another world through the bubble.

　　 He looked away from the statue and found that he was already in the realm of dreams.

　　 Countless colorful rainbow lights revolve on the bubbles, reflecting one after another beautiful dreams.

　　 There is snow.

　　 there are wheat waves.

　　There is a summer night forest.

　　 there are also flying over the sea of ​​clouds.

　　 are all magnificent dreams that the poet has never seen before, not the dreams of mortals.

　　 He raised his head and looked towards the top of the pyramid. On both sides of the steps stood three-leaf man statues one after another. They held up lights to illuminate the way to the sacred.

　　Step by step, he embarked on a pilgrimage.

　　 The road that King Ledreki used to walk, the road that King Yasser took.

　　 Now he walks again.

　　 Before he finally set foot on the temple, the stone pillars were carved with patterns that he could not understand, which seemed to be a fantasy scene from another god's world.

　　 The door of the tall metal temple reflects the golden light, and the whole palace is flowing with a kind of graceful and noble dark gold tone, and has the ancient vicissitudes of life.

　　 He stepped into the temple on his knees, holding the cup of god, and marching forward on his knees.

　　 Until he came to the center of the temple, he slowly raised his head and looked around.

　　 Sitting on the sacred platform is the mother of life who controls the snails of all things, the legendary king of giant monsters Sally who has the appearance of a god.

As soon as he saw the other party, he instantly shuddered involuntarily, even if the other party looked like a harmless girl, but the horrible aura that overwhelmed all giants had long been deeply imprinted in the blood of every trifoliate person. middle.

On the right hand side of 　　 Shentai is an extremely beautiful dream fairy. This beautiful creature is lying on a gorgeous white bench, holding the dream egg as a pillow in his arms, swimming in the ocean of dreams.

　　 He saw the power of dreams, one thing after another was born from the dream, the other party seemed to inherit the power of the gods to create all things.

　　 He also saw a stone statue kneeling on the side of the sacred platform. It was the King Ledrich, the origin of all the wisdom of their ancestors.

　　 Exactly the same as in the word of mouth record, Ledrich finally died in front of the gods and stayed with God Insai forever in the temple.

At last.

　　 He saw the power of the ancient stars projecting down from the **** platform, and the radiant light already made people feel the power of the years, and time here is stagnant because of the will of the gods.

　　 He didn't dare to look again.

　　 He was afraid that the moment he looked directly at the gods, he would collapse completely.

　　 "Great God Insai! Please accept the faith of the humble people of Shinsai!"

　　 "Your messenger Polo returned to eternal silence in the broken dreams by the sea in the city where God descended. I followed the guidance of the divine messenger and embarked on the road to return to the land bestowed by God."

　　 "Now."

　　 "I finally came to you."

　　 God raised his hand, and the cup of God held high by Tito floated and fell on the platform, and was gently held in his hand by the god.

　　 God took back the cup of God, but didn't care too much.

　　 Instead, he looked at the poet Tito and spoke.

　　 "Tito, do you still believe in fate?"

　　 Tito was dumb for a moment, as if his heart was pierced by this sentence.

　　 This question seemed to tear him apart completely, and God's eyes seemed to have seen everything about him.

　　 He thought for a moment, and said with a bow.

"Believe."

　　 "Because fate is in our hands."

　　 "So I no longer wait for the fate to come, but personally create my own destiny."

　　 God smiled.

　　 smiled so much that Tito was extremely relieved, it was the supreme Insai's praise to him.

　　 When Tito left the temple of the gods, the **** held the cup of god.

　　 After a long time, he let out a sigh.

　　 "Polo."

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　　 The gods allowed Tito to stay in the god-given place for a short time~lightnovelpub.net~ He also used this time to complete his mythology.

　　 At the foot of the temple, the god-given city full of sun flowers, he carefully looked for traces left by history.

　　 On the stone tablet, he found the old story.

　　 In the ruins, he found more facts to prove the legend.

　　 Above the original ancestor fish swamp, he even saw that the gift of the gods of the past allowed the Sanyeren to truly create the future.

　　He stood in front of a collapsed palace: "This is the former palace of wisdom, the palace that collapsed because of Ensi's father-killing crime?"

　　 A few dream fairies accompany him, guiding him in the direction, but also looking for interesting playmates.

"Yes!"

"Yes!"

　　 In this collapsed palace, he carefully explored and found fragments of the Ledericky slate.

　　 The poet dances with excitement, like a child who has obtained the most precious treasure in the world.

　　 "It's a slate of writing."

　　 And the dream fairies thought the poet was crazy, and gathered together to whisper.

　　 "It's just a broken stone!"

　　 "He still treats him like a treasure."

　　 "Crazy crazy."

　　 "He must be crazy."

　　 In the eyes of the naive and ignorant Dream Fairy, these things are some tattered stones. They don't understand the history of Sanye and the lost glory.

　　 They will not understand Tito and all Sanye people wanting to find these feelings.

　　 Tito knelt in front of the Palace of Wisdom, tightly hugging the broken text slab, tears from his blind eyes.

　　 is moved, but also regretful.