I am God!

Chapter 305 The Ritual of Demigod Recovery

Towering mountains, vast and boundless plains.

Ribbon-like rivers wrap around the city, which gradually thickens with time.

"Roar!"

The Silver Winged Wyvern flew across the plains, mountains and rivers, startling a large number of beasts drinking water by the river.

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

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

The silver-winged dragon is Duma's eyes, and it is also the node connecting the other end of the world with the giant island of Ruhe.

Duma has drawn a map of Ruhe Giant Island, which is a giant island with a high north and a low south, and it has an area of ​​millions of square kilometers.

There are snake people, monsters, and all kinds of powerful people on the island.

And the gods.

She saw an overwhelming blood-stained ocean on the southeast coast, and an unknown existence was peeking into the sky from the bottom of the sea.

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

In the Sunrise Mountains.

She saw someone riding a boat from the waterfall falling from the sky into the garden of miracles. The garden full of silver cups of desire was bright and brilliant during the day, and endlessly lit at night.

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

She had seen the city of sky and sea of ​​clouds left 5000 million years ago in Suinhor'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, but she didn't have the guts to go in.

There is a forbidden place named after death, and there are creations that the snake people call the leftovers of the gods.

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

There are too many miracles here, and too many footprints belonging to the gods, but she still hasn't found the things left by her own gods in this world.

And this moment.

She came to the place where life began in the myths and legends, that is, the sacred mountain where the master of life created the snake man 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 sun shines on the golden dome.

The Silver Winged Wyvern finally arrived at its destination.

The holy white feathers fell from the sky, and the charismatic puppets unique to the fourth-order powers were activated.

The feather instantly turned into the shadow of the celestial angel, and Duma appeared on the edge of the mountain top illuminated by the sun.

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

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

Even with Duma's character that doesn't show emotions easily, he couldn't help but say something.

"This mountain is so high."

Duma had never seen such a high mountain.

Even the former Fenboukin Mountain is small compared to this mountain.

This mountain is so high that it seems that it can really overlook the whole world, and at a glance, it is definitely not a creation of nature.

It is a miracle bestowed by the gods.

Duma walked in and looked at the surrounding environment.

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

"The mountain where life originated."

"It is said that the master of life blew the horn, and the giant island of Ruhe rose from the sea, and there was life and green between the heaven and the earth."

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

That is Wing Man.

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

The other party did not deceive her.

The civilization of the snake people originated from the era of the mother of all snakes, the era of Semose, thousands of hundreds of years ago.

In that distant era, they had learned to write, build cities, cook, and breed.

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

And that mistake was that the mother of ten thousand snakes, Sermos, let go of the ancestor of the Winged Man on the Tongtian Tower.

Since then, Yiren left the giant island of Ruhe and went to the other side of the world.

After the Silver Winged Wyvern arrived at Ruhe Giant Island, Duma had seen this legend many times.

Some come from books, some come from paintings.

There are poems on celebration.

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

Only then can we truly experience that sense of reality.

"Although Avon didn't deceive me, she concealed the legend about the ancestor of the Wingmen exiled by Sermos, the snake mother."

"Is it because we are afraid that we will have hatred and hostility towards the snake people after we know it?"

Duma can probably guess what Afyan was thinking, but when standing here, it is difficult to really empathize with him.

Because everything is too long ago.

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

Duma shook his head: "Afoan is an upright man, a good man, and a hero of the Evelians."

"But he also has the paranoia, partiality, and arrogance of ordinary people."

"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 end.

Duma picked up a stone on the ground.

She held it in her hand and bathed in the blazing sun on the top of the mountain, as well as the cold wind.

"If our ancestors stayed on Ruhe Giant Island at that time, what would it look like?"

"Will it get better?"

"Or will the Mother of Ten Thousand Snakes fear that the two sides will continue to fight like natural enemies?"

Her mind diverged, thinking of one question after another.

"The master of life is too great, he was born before everything started, and he doesn't need anything from mortals."

"He created us only because He could."

"Does He really need us? What does the meaning of our existence look like to Him?"

Duma thought for a long time, but finally couldn't figure out such a problem.

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

The hilltops are bare.

There is nothing left.

Duma has read the records and pictures of the snake man. There used to be a city of life, a temple of life ruler on this mountain, and a Tongtian tower leading to the kingdom of the gods, but now all of them have disappeared.

Duma stood in the middle of the hilltop.

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

Traveling through the reverse time, tracing back the information that has passed away with the years, revealing everything that used to be.

in her eyes.

Roads appeared on the bare mountaintops, district 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 have that kind of godly, majestic feeling.

Highlighted vividly.

There should be a candlestick-like divine seat in the hall, but Duma's spirituality dare not go back.

That was not what she could and could see.

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

She walked through the streets of the city of life in the eyes, past the high, burning 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, getting closer.

In her eyes, the giant tower was constantly enlarged.

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 strength, the three gods of wisdom, life, and dreams."

"As for the other gods, they are great existences that have come from ancient times across time."

"At the beginning of this epoch, the Lord of Life created everything."

"She is the Creator of all life."

"This is where the Wing Man was born."

"The master of life is that the snake man was first created on the mountain of origin of life, and then we were created on the Tongtian Tower!"

According to the information she knew from Afoan, and what she saw from the spiritual gate later, combined with the information she got from the giant island of Ruhe.

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

In this era.

Few people know more than she does.

She finally stood at the foot of Tongtian 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.

The chains bound a group of winged and intelligent beings who were 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 couldn't see it, she could imagine everything that had happened.

She heard the rattling sound of chains colliding.

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

She chased after her until one step almost missed her.

And everything around her also disappeared in her eyes.

There is no ancient city, no temple ruled by life, and the giant tower reaching the sky is long gone.

but.

Just because they're all gone 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 Winged Men flying side by side.

Fly through the clouds and over the sea.

"perhaps."

"Although everything is not the best, it is not the worst ending either."

"It's always been like this in this world."

Duma finished her pilgrimage, and felt a lot more relaxed.

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

Outside Pence.

A man with an unshaven beard and a vicissitudes of life came from afar.

His clothes were covered with dust, and the sword in his hand looked expensive, but the once gorgeous scabbard went somewhere and turned into an inconspicuous leather scabbard.

Shana looked at the capital city of the Ten Thousand Snake King's Court 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 origin of life, and suddenly recalled that sentence.

"If a person lives in this world, if he hasn't seen the Fire Temple in the City of Fire, the Mountain of Origin of Life behind Pans City, and the giant statue of God Iva in the City of Lights, isn't his life 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 else could he do but look for it?

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

What is the meaning of his life?
And he obviously felt that Carmon was by his side, but he couldn't touch him anyway.

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

How insignificant he was compared to that mountain.

So weak and powerless.

Just like mortals face fate.

Xia Na burst into tears suddenly, he was obviously not sad.

In other words, 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 dot hovering high, and he saw what that shadow was with a glance that was not as sharp as a human being.

It was as if he had once penetrated the tomb of the king of Hinnsay and seen the jewel in the crown.

"It's that thing."

Silver Winged Dragon.

On the mountain of the origin of life, Duma's spiritual intuition also made Duma notice that someone was looking at her 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, Xia Na only appeared in front of her once.

That encounter was just a glimpse of the silver-winged wyvern passing the sky, and the other party didn't look much different from other living beings on the earth.

She and Shana didn't know.

Every encounter is not entirely accidental.

It is the attraction of the spiritual source to the desire personality, and it is the pursuit of the missing part of oneself by the source of desire.

dream world.

The name of an item on the God's Cup at this moment is also revealed again, including all its detailed information.

【Divine Artifacts: Destined String Puppet】

[serial number 19]

[Second-generation saint Stan Tito is a master craftsman. He once left behind a masterpiece called The Puppet of Fate. That ancient work has long since disappeared in the years, but his story and It was once still remembered by posterity; this magical prop was made according to the work of Saint Stan Tito, and the person who made it changed fate into destiny, because it not only symbolizes fate, but also a An indelible promise that has been passed down through the ages. 】

[Ability 1 Thread of memory: The stone of knowledge produced by the four-point secret technique of God's grace is condensed from Xiao's knowledge and memory. The memory of Baro's eldest son, Carmon, turns into a thread of memory that manipulates Tiou, and has the ability to manipulate others. The body, the ability to seize the wisdom of others, and modify the memory of others; the thread of memory itself does not have wisdom, and can only plunder the body of others so as to have the ability to think with the help of the other's body and wisdom. The line will follow the plan that has been made for generations until the plan is fully realized. 】

[Ability 2 Personality Puppet: The Stone of Desire created by the secret technique of four points of grace is composed of Xiao's desire and personality. The carrier species is inherited through the division of this race from generation to generation. They share the same personality and follow the arrangement of the memory line; the personality of Desire Stone and Shana will instinctively pursue what belongs to them. Xiao once lost part. 】

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Although Shana saw the silver-winged dragon again, he did nothing but lament the past.

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

Just be a passerby.

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

Chase in the direction where Duma is.

Duma was just about to leave, but frowned and looked behind her.

"who is it?"

All I saw were white silk threads climbing up like a swarm of bugs.

The dense threads were intertwined, and finally gathered into a human shape.

The people in the thread group were very excited and chaotic.

"It's you……"

"It's you……"

"Found it...Finally found it."

"finally……"

"found it."

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

That was the first time that under the guidance of instinct, Shana encountered a place that represented spiritual power.

But because the Silver Winged Wyvern flew by, it was impossible for Kamon to catch up with him.

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

Duma asked the person made of thread in front of him, "Who are you?"

The threadball man stabilized a little bit with his chaotic body, and the rhythm of his speech also became smoother.

"I am a servant of God, Kamon."

The threadball people looked at Duma and called her: "God's Apostle."

Duma frowned tightly.

But in a flash of inspiration, she suddenly thought of a name.

"Barrow!"

Camon, who turned into a string man, was like a machine, and he replied stiffly, "That's right."

"We are..."

He paused, as if the machine had faltered.

After a long time, he continued, "Baro's descendants."

Duma understood completely, and she found a backup that God had arranged for her.

really.

Everything is on this huge island of Ruhe, where the gods originated.

Duma asked, "How can I confirm that you are?"

Carmon stared at Duma and approached a little bit.

He stretched out his hand, facing the mighty king of angels.

"No confirmation, we all belong to God."

"We are of the same origin!"

"We have the same power and source."

Duma stared at the thread group for a long time.

Finally, he stretched out his hand and took the thread ball man's hand.

For an instant.

A picture appeared in front of my eyes.

She seems to have seen the doomed marionette hiding in an unknown place, the stone of desire and knowledge exuding different lights hanging high, waiting to return.

She saw the city of gods descended in ancient times, and saw three figures, one old, two strong, standing under the coronation ceremony of the king of Xiyin Sai, discussing the final plan.

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

An old clover man knelt in front of him, looking at him expectantly and longingly.

That is the god she and the winged people believe in.

Lord of Radiance.

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

But everything has been proven.

The threadball man continued, "My power."

"Did you feel it? The missing part of God."

And the other side.

Duma's body is inside the spiritual gate, and she is witnessing the violent churning of the entire spiritual sea.

The will of the gods almost screamed wildly: "Baro..."

"Baro..."

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

On the mountain where life originated.

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

Kamon shook his head: "The power of God is divided into four parts, spirituality, wisdom, desire, and knowledge."

"The God's Stone of Desire and the Stone of Knowledge are placed in a place that no one knows, and we can't find it."

"No one will be able to find it!"

"The Stone of Desire and the Stone of Knowledge will return only when the God's Awakening Ceremony starts."

"The wisdom of the gods is hidden in the crown of Heinsay. After spending a long time, we finally got it back."

"God's spirituality entered reincarnation and wandered outside the giant island of Ruhe. We once wanted to go outside the sea of ​​​​storms, but failed."

After speaking, Carmon stared at Duma again.

"you you you!"

Carmon seemed to be stuck again, the thread on his body was constantly wriggling, floating in the air.

It was a long time before the lines returned to their place.

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

He chattered endlessly, and his words were somewhat repetitive: "You are here."

"Now 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 human at all.

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

Duma asked him, "What is the ceremony?"

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

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

"This is the law of wisdom endowed by the Creator to the intelligent species. Only the life that is naturally bred in this way is the life that is blessed."

"Instead of...a prop."

Duma: "What do I need to do?"

Kamon: "You just need to arrange for the spirituality of God to enter the reincarnation again and enter our designated body."

"But the spirituality of the gods is too huge, so an introduction is needed to carry it through."

"This is also the necessity of the ceremony."

Duma: "Is that all right?"

Camon: "That's all."

"Everything has been decided long ago, everything is preordained."

"already……"

"Billions of years ago."

Tangled threads danced in the air, and Carmon's voice became hollow.

The thread cracked and dissipated little by little, and Kamon also left the mountain of origin of life.

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

"Apostle of God!"

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

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dream world.

Inside the spiritual gate.

Duma's body stood above the sea of ​​clouds, a king of angels with a fifth pair of wings.

Although it looks uncoordinated, it has another kind of asymmetrical beauty.

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

She herself represents holiness, beauty, and purity, just like when everyone is just born.

Her power represents the source of spirituality from which intelligent life begins.

Duma faced the spiritually transformed sea, listening to the whispers of the gods deep in the "sea".

She has heard it many times.

She also used to guess the meaning of these words just like her mother.

But she was not as crazy as her mother, who took these words as the will of the gods.

she knows.

These are but the whispers of the gods, like the babbles of mortals.

But this time it was different, she met the 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 the arrogance of mortals? Isn't it our speculation about the will of the gods?"

After thinking it over and over again, Duma finally decided that was not the case.

Descendants of Barrow.

Dolls from a previous era.

A complete god revival ritual.

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

"god!"

"Are you really going to wake up?"

Duma looked at the depths of the sea of ​​spirituality. She had been looking forward to it, 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 what mortals expect from her?

"Ugh!"

At this time, another weary sigh came 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 feel hopeless.

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

"Hundreds of millions of years."

"Does even the gods feel tired and hopeless?"

Duma didn't hesitate anymore, she had already started to arrange for Xiao's spiritual reincarnation.

The white mythical door slowly opened.

The sea of ​​spirituality is churning and surging, and the reincarnation that has been stagnant for many years is once again opened.

Although Duma was only a mortal, she sent her blessing to the gods.

"God!"

"I hope this time is the last time."

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The other end 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 rely on the power of the Evelians to collect the huge information in the realm of the Evelians.

That's not all.

Only specific, important information and knowledge can be gathered.

At this very moment a mortal is making sacrifices to the god of truth and knowledge, offering his knowledge and memories.

Mortals knelt in the temple, facing the statue of the god of truth and knowledge.

"God!"

"I dedicate to you an extraordinary experience I once encountered. It 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 image turned into a book and entered the ocean of knowledge behind the gate of truth.

Finally fell in front of Polik.

Opening the book, Polik saw this memory and knowledge.

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

"Big 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 didn't quite believe that his letter could be delivered.

The screen disappears.

The picture changes to a child's home.

A few days later, the child had a dream. He dreamed that his letter had turned into a beautiful memory and merged into a dream bubble exuding a beautiful atmosphere.

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

In his sleep, the child turned over and laughed.

"Hahaha!"

"Ha ha!"

Ghost Polik had no expression on his face, but he got an important hint from the analysis and judgment of the Gate of Truth.

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

He spoke with a mechanistic voice, with the same interval between each syllable.

"The rainbow tree can not only send letters to people far away, but also to people who have passed away?"

Even the Gate of Truth is the first time to collect and prove this kind of information.

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

Polik returned to the temple.

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

This is the existence from the God of Creation, a beautiful fairy who claims to be the messenger of the gods, Flodi, sent to the God of Truth and Knowledge.

It's just that the god of truth and knowledge is sleeping, and Polik accepted it on his behalf.

Polik held the flower branch and looked outside the temple, towards the city in the deepest part of the Sea of ​​Knowledge.

"Will it be a factor?"

Polik's figure flickered, and he appeared on the outer layer of the city.

He threw the flower branch of the rainbow tree down, watching the flower branch fall into the ancient city little by little.

"A Sai God!"

"The messenger of the gods will pass on your thoughts to the dead, and to the fantasy star sea, the destination of all living beings and all spirits."

"This flower branch."

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

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

(End of this chapter)