I Am God!

Towering mountains and vast plains.

The river like a ribbon wraps around the city which becomes thicker with time.

"Roar!"

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

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

The mountains at the end of the sky are getting closer and closer.

The silver-winged flying dragon is the eye of Duma and the node connecting the other side of the world to the giant island of Ruhe.

Duma has mapped the giant island of Ruh, which is high in the north and low in the south. It covers 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 the overwhelming blood-soaked ocean on the southeast coast, and nameless beings peered into the sky from the bottom of the sea.

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

In the Sunrise Mountains.

She saw someone riding a boat through the waterfall falling from the sky into the Miracle Garden. The garden filled with silver cups of desire was bright and bright during the day, and endless lights at night.

She has seen the Miracle Temple in the Land of the Rising Sun, witnessed the Fairy Prayer Festival in the City of Lights, and seen the incredible rainbow flower trees of the fairy clan.

She had seen the city of sky and sea of ​​clouds left 250 million years ago at the Fire Protection Temple in Suinhor. Unfortunately, when she really wanted to see the Lost Kingdom, 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 courage to go in.

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

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

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

And at this moment.

She came to the place where life began in myths and legends, that is, the sacred mountain where the Lord of Life created snakes and winged men.

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

Above the layers of clouds, the sun shines on the golden top.

The silver-winged flying dragon finally arrived at its destination.

Holy white feathers fell from the sky, and the divine grace puppet unique to the fourth-level powers was activated.

The feather instantly turned into the shadow of the angel in the sky, and Duma appeared on the edge of the mountaintop illuminated by the sun.

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

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

Even with Duma's character of not easily showing his emotions, he couldn't help but say something.

"This mountain is so high."

Duma had never seen such a high mountain.

Even the former Fenbulkein Mountain looks small compared to this mountain.

This mountain is so high that you can really overlook the whole world. You can tell at a glance that this is definitely not a creation of nature.

It is a miracle given by God.

Duma walked inside and looked at the surrounding environment.

She wanted to find the traces of her family's past and the place where they were born.

“The Mountain of Origin of Life.”

"Legend has it that the Lord of Life blew the trumpet, and the giant island of Ruh emerged from the sea, and life and green appeared between heaven and earth."

"The Lord of Life first created snake-men, and then he wanted to create species that fly in the sky."

That is Wing Man.

Duma recited the myth of the snake man, and everything was the same as what Avian said.

The other party did not deceive her.

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

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

They believed in the Lord of Life, but because of the mistakes made by the snake mother Samos, the Lord of Life left here in disappointment.

And that mistake was that Themos, the mother of all snakes, let go of the ancestor of the Winged Man on the Tower of Babel.

From then on, the Yiren left the giant island of Luhe and went to the other side of the world.

After the silver-winged flying dragon arrived at the giant island of Ruh, Duma had read this legend many times.

Some come from books, some come from paintings.

There are poems for celebrations.

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

Only then can we truly experience that sense of reality.

"Although Avian did not deceive me, he concealed the legend of the snake mother Themos who banished the ancestor of the winged people."

"Are you afraid that if we find out, we will develop hatred and hostility towards the snake people?"

Duma could probably guess what Avian had been thinking, but when standing here, it was difficult to truly empathize with him.

Because everything is too long ago.

For a long time, it can only be called a myth.

Duma shook his head: "Afu'an is an upright man, a good man, and a hero of the Evel people."

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

"It's always like this with us, light and dark coexisting."

Duma thought of Avian. They were not exactly friends, but she was still saddened by his end.

Duma picked up a stone from the ground.

She held it in her hand and bathed in the blazing sunshine and cold wind on the top of the mountain.

"What would have happened if our ancestors had stayed on the Ruhe Island?"

"Will it get better?"

"Will it still be like what the Mother of Snakes fears, with the two sides constantly fighting like natural enemies?"

Her mind wandered and she thought of one question after another.

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

“He created us simply 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 in the end he still couldn't figure out such a problem.

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

The top of the mountain is bare.

Nothing is left.

Duma has read the records and pictures of the snake people. There used to be a city of life and a temple of the master of life on this mountain, as well as a tower of Babel leading to the kingdom of the gods, but now they have all disappeared.

Duma stood in the middle of the hilltop.

She looked around and saw powerful spiritual power spreading from the stone in her hand.

Traveling back through time, tracing back the information that has passed as time reveals everything in the past.

in her eyes.

Roads appeared on the top of the bare mountain, zoning buildings appeared, and tall altars appeared.

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

It is simple yet grand, simple yet profound.

It will have that kind of divine and majestic feeling.

Highlighted vividly.

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

That was not something she could and could see anymore.

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

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

She walked toward the back of the Temple of Life.

There she saw a huge tower.

"Tower of Babel!"

The giant tower built by the snake people for the Mother of Life. Legend has it that the Mother of Life traveled between the kingdom of the gods and the human world from here.

Duma walked towards the giant tower little by little, getting closer and closer.

The giant tower continued to enlarge in her eyes.

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

"Gods."

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

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

“At the beginning of this age, the Lord of life created everything.”

"She is the Creator of all life."

"This is where the Winged Man was born."

"The Lord of Life first created the Snake Man on the Mountain of Origin of Life, and then created us on the Tower of Babel!"

Based on the information that Avian knew, and what she later saw from the spiritual door, combined with what she got from the giant island of Ruh.

Duma also unveiled the layers of fog bit by bit and saw the ancient truth.

In this era.

There are few people who know more than her.

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

Her head lifted higher.

She seemed to see the chains on the Tower of Babel and heard the voices of the ancestors of the Winged People.

The chains bind a group of creatures with wings and wisdom. They are 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 clatter of chains.

The ancestors of the Winged Man broke free from their chains and flew farther and farther into the distance.

She chased after him until she almost lost her footing.

And everything around her disappeared in her eyes.

There is no ancient city, no temple of the Lord of Life, and the giant tower reaching the sky is long gone.

but.

Although they are invisible now, it does not mean that they never existed.

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

Through the clouds and across the sea.

"perhaps."

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

"That's always the way the world is."

Duma completed his pilgrimage and felt much more relaxed.

Duma was about to leave, and at this time another person happened to arrive.

Outside Pens.

A man with an unshaven beard and a face full of vicissitudes of life came from a distance.

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

Shana looked at the capital city of Ten Thousand Snakes in the distance, but what was more eye-catching was the sacred mountain behind Pans City.

Shana stopped for a moment.

He looked at this great mountain of the origin of life and suddenly recalled those words.

"If a person lives in this world and has not seen the Temple of Fire Protection in the City of Fire, the Mountain of the Origin of Life behind Pans City, and the Colossus of God Ivar in the City of Lights, wouldn't his life be in vain?"

He came here because of these words, looking for clues and traces of Carmon.

Next, he will travel to the wastelands and frozen plateaus.

He searched many places but could not find Carmon again.

but.

Besides looking for it, what else could he do?

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

What's the point of living for him?

And he clearly felt that Carmon was beside him, but he couldn't touch him.

He raised his head and looked at the mountain where life originated.

How small he is compared to that mountain.

So weak and powerless.

Just like a mortal facing fate.

Shana suddenly burst into tears. He was obviously not sad.

In other words, since he left his hometown, it has been difficult for him to understand what it feels like to be sad.

But he still shed tears.

A shadow penetrated the sea of ​​clouds and hovered above the sea of ​​clouds halfway up the mountain where life originated.

Shana noticed the black dot hovering high up, and with his sharp eyes that were too sharp to be human, he could see what the shadow was at a glance.

It was as if he had penetrated the tomb of King Xiinsai and seen the crown jewels.

"It's that thing."

Silver-winged dragon.

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

Duma looked down from a high place and noticed Shana at a glance.

But she didn't remember the other party. After all, Xia Na had only appeared in front of her once.

That encounter was just a glimpse of the silver-winged flying dragon flying across the sky. The other party looked no different from other living beings on the earth.

She and Shana didn't know.

Every encounter is not entirely an accident.

That is the attraction of the spiritual origin to the desire personality, and the pursuit of the missing part of oneself by the desire origin.

Dream world.

The name of an item on the Cup of God was also revealed again, including its full details.

[Magical Item·Destined Thread Couple]

【Serial Number 19】

[The second-generation saint Stan Tito is a master craftsman. He once left a masterpiece called the Couple of Destiny. That ancient work has long disappeared in the years, but his story and It was once still remembered by future generations; this magical prop was made based on this work of the saint Stan Tito. The person who made it changed fate into destiny, because it not only symbolizes fate, but also a An agreement that has been passed down forever and cannot be erased. 】

[Ability 1 Thread of Memory: The stone of knowledge created by the four-point secret technique of Divine Grace is condensed from Xiao’s knowledge and memory. The memory of Barrow’s eldest son Carmon is turned into a thread of memory that controls Tidu, and he has the ability to control others. The body, the ability to seize other people's wisdom, and modify other people's memories; the Memory Thread itself does not have intelligence, and can only plunder other people's bodies to have the ability to think with the help of the other person's body and wisdom. Xiao's servant Carmon transformed into the memory of The line will follow the plan that was made for generations until the plan is completely realized. 】

[Ability 2 Personality Puppet: The stone of desire created by the four-point secret technique of Divine Grace is condensed from Xiao’s desire and personality. The personality desire of Shana, the second son of Barrow, turned into a puppet shadow, and the puppet shadow will actively search for it. The carrier species is passed on through the division of this race from generation to generation. They share the same personality and follow the arrangement of the thread of memory; the personalities of the Desire Stone and Shana will instinctively pursue what belongs to them. Xiao once lost part. 】

——

Although Xia Na saw the silver-winged flying dragon again, he did nothing else except lament the past.

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

Just think of it as a passer-by.

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

The chase was in the direction of Duma.

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

"who is it?"

Only white threads were seen crawling up, like a swarm of insects.

The dense threads are intertwined and finally converge into a human shape.

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

"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 Shana encountered a place that represented spiritual power under the guidance of instinct.

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

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

Duma asked the person in front of him, who was made up of a ball of thread: "Who are you?"

The thread man gradually stabilized his chaotic body, and the rhythm of his speech also became calmer.

"I am God's servant, Carmon."

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

Duma frowned.

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

"Barrow!"

Carmon, who turned into a ball of thread, was like a machine, and replied stiffly: "That's right."

"We are just..."

He paused, as if the machine had jammed.

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

Duma understood completely, and she found the back-up plan that God had arranged.

really.

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

Duma asked: "How can I confirm that you are the one?"

Carmon stared at Duma and stepped closer.

He stretched out his hand and faced the powerful angel king.

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

"We are from the same origin!"

"We share the same power and source."

Duma stared at the thread man for a long time.

Finally, he reached out and took the thread man's hand.

For a moment.

A picture appeared in front of my eyes.

She seemed to see the fateful couple hiding in an unknown place, with stones of desire and knowledge hanging high, emitting different lights, waiting to return.

She saw the city of God's descent in the ancient era, and saw three figures, one old, two strong, standing under the coronation ceremony of the King of Xiinsai, discussing the final plan.

Finally, she saw a shadow glowing with light.

An old three-leaf man knelt in front of Him, looking at Him expectantly and longingly.

That was the god she and Yi Ren believed in.

Lord of radiance.

The picture flashed by in the blink of an eye, just for a moment.

But everything has been proven.

The thread man then said: "My power."

"Feel it? The missing part of God."

And the other side.

Duma's body is within the spiritual door, and she is witnessing the violent turbulence of the entire spiritual sea.

The will of the god was almost shouting wildly: "Barrow..."

"Barrow..."

"Bring it back...bring it back..."

The mountain where life originated.

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

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

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

"No one can find it!"

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

"The wisdom of God is hidden in the Crown of Hinsey. We spent a long time and finally got it back."

"The spirit of God entered reincarnation and wandered outside the giant island of Ruhe. We once wanted to go outside the Sea of ​​Storms, but failed."

After saying that, Carmon looked at Duma again.

"you you you!"

Carmon seemed to be stuck again, the threads on his body kept squirming and floating in the air.

It took a long time for the lines to fall back into place.

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

He kept chattering, and his words were somewhat repetitive: "You're here."

"Now it's time to start the ceremony and start 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, he's just a prop.

Duma asked him: "What is the ceremony?"

Kamon replied to Duma: "Ritual of the Path of Wisdom."

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

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

"Instead of...a prop."

Duma: "What do I need to do?"

Carmon: "You just need to arrange for God's spirit to be reincarnated again and enter our designated body."

"But the spirituality of gods is too huge, so we need an introduction to transition."

"It's also a ritual necessity."

Duma: "Is this okay?"

Carmon: "That's it."

"Everything has been decided a long time ago, everything is destined."

"already……"

"Millions of years ago."

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

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

He concluded by telling Douma: "Everyone has his own mission and tasks, and everyone has his own destination."

"Apostle of God!"

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

——

Dream world.

Within the spiritual door.

Duma's true body stood above the sea of ​​clouds. This was the king of angels whose fifth pair of wings had already appeared.

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

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

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

Her power represents the spiritual source from which intelligent life begins.

Duma faced the spiritual sea and listened to the murmurs of the gods deep in the "sea".

She had heard it many times.

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

But she was not as crazy as her mother and regarded these words as the will of God.

she knows.

These are but the whispers of gods, like the murmurs of mortals in their sleep.

But this time it was different. She met the servants left by the gods, a arrangement left over from the previous era.

"Is this really God's will?"

"Is it God's arrangement?"

Duma asked herself: "Isn't it the arrogance of mortals? Isn't it our speculation about the will of gods?"

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

Descendants of Barrow.

Dolls from a previous era.

A complete divine resurrection ritual.

This is definitely the handiwork of the gods. Except for the gods, no one can make their arrangements cross the boundaries of eras and cross the barriers of billions of years.

"god!"

"Are you really going to wake up?"

Duma looked at the depths of the spiritual sea. 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 it be like when God wakes up?

Will it be what a mortal and she expect?

"well!"

At this time, another tired sigh came from the will deep in the spiritual sea.

Reincarnation again and again, billions of years.

It’s not just God’s servants who can’t bear it.

Even the god himself feels despair.

Duma woke up in an instant, and she also felt sad about 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 door of myth slowly opened.

The spiritual sea is churning and surging, and the reincarnation that has been stagnant for many years has begun again.

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

"God!"

"I hope this time is the last time."

——

The other side of the dream world.

In front of the Gate of Truth, 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 Elvirs to collect huge amounts of information in the realm of the Elvirs.

That's not all.

Only specific, important information and knowledge can be gathered.

At this moment, a mortal is making a sacrifice to the God of Truth and Knowledge, giving away the knowledge and memories he possesses.

Mortals knelt in the temple, facing the statue of the God of Truth and Knowledge and confiding.

"God!"

"I dedicate to you an extraordinary experience I once had. It is the best memory of my life."

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

The Gate of Truth judged that this piece of knowledge and memory was very precious and had the meaning of sacrifice.

A memory image turned into a book and entered the ocean of knowledge behind the door of truth.

Finally, he fell in front of Borick.

The book opened and Polik saw this memory and knowledge.

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

"Please send this letter to my mother."

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

"She must be there."

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

As 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 scene becomes the child's home.

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

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

In his sleep, the child turned over and laughed.

"Hahaha!"

"Ha ha!"

Ghost Polik's face was expressionless, but he got important hints from the analysis and judgment of the Gate of Truth.

The Gate of Truth can certainly tell what is a real dream and what is the influence and reflection of extraordinary power.

He spoke in a mechanical 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 has collected and proven this kind of information for the first time.

Because no one would think of sending a letter to a dead person, and this person just happened to encounter a rainbow tree.

Borrick returned to the temple.

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

This is an existence from the Kingdom of Creation, given to the God of Truth and Knowledge by a beautiful fairy who claims to be Flotte, the messenger of the gods.

But the God of Truth and Knowledge was sleeping, and it was Polyk who accepted it on his behalf.

Porick took the flower branch and looked outside the temple, towards the city at the deepest point of the Sea of ​​Knowledge.

"Will it be a factor?"

Polik's figure flashed and he appeared outside the city.

He dropped the branches of the rainbow tree and watched them fall towards the ancient city.

"God Asai!"

"The messenger of the gods will convey your thoughts to the deceased, and to the dreamy sea of ​​stars where all living beings and spirits belong."

"This flower branch."

"Being able to say what you want to say that you couldn't say before."

"Everyone who cares about you and can't let go."