I Am God!

Tito looked at his friend drowned in the sea of ​​flowers, unable to tell what emotion he was feeling inside.

There are both sadness and regret, but at the same time, I am happy for the old man of the stone helmet.

"Being able to find the answer you are looking for at the last moment of your life."

"It's also a kind of luck!"

The afterglow of the sun in the distance was below the sun line, so he turned and set off towards the temple.

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

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

"La la la la la!"

"La la la la la!"

A melodious singing sound came from a distance, as crisp as a wind chime.

One after another, goblins in golden ornate smocks came across the sea of ​​flowers with the wind, and landed on Tito's side.

They held lamps and illuminated the way forward for Tito.

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

As soon as the poet saw their appearance that resembled Polo, the messenger of the gods, he probably understood their origin.

"We are the Dream Fairies, the guardians of the Garden of the Spirits."

"God sent us to pick you up."

"A guest from afar, Tito, the poet of Heinsay."

The goblins, who had never seen anyone from outside, surrounded the poet curiously, dancing around him.

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

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

Accompanied and guided by the Dream Fairy, Tito passed through the ruined city in the sea of ​​flowers and came under the pyramid.

He saw the statue of Ledlich personally built by the second generation King of Wisdom Jesser. This great King of Wisdom stood under the pyramid of the gods, forever guarding the passage leading to the hall of the gods.

While looking sideways at the statue, Tito stepped up the stairs step by step with a shocked expression.

Huge dream bubbles enveloped the entire pyramid, and he felt as if he had come to another world when he passed through the bubbles.

He looked away from the statue, and found himself in the realm of dreams.

Numerous colorful rainbow lights swirled above the bubbles, reflecting sweet dreams one after another.

There is snow.

There are wheat waves.

There is a summer night forest.

There is also flying over the sea of ​​clouds.

All are magnificent dreams that the poet has never seen before, and they do not belong to mortal dreams.

He looked up towards the top of the pyramid. On both sides of the steps stood one after another three-leaf statues, and they held up lights to illuminate the path leading to the sacred.

Step by step, he embarked on a pilgrimage.

The road that King Laidlich once walked, the road that King Jesser walked.

Now he walked again.

Before he finally set foot on the temple, the stone pillars were carved with patterns that he couldn't understand, as if it was a fantasy scene from another world of gods.

The tall metal temple door reflects the golden light, and the whole palace has a graceful and noble dark golden tone, and it also has the charm of ancient vicissitudes.

Holding the Cup of God, he crawled into the temple and walked forward on his knees.

It wasn't until he reached the center of the temple that he slowly raised his head and looked around.

On the altar sits the mother of life who controls the mother snail of all things, and the legendary king of trolls, Sally, who has the appearance of a god.

As soon as he saw the other party, he couldn't help but tremble instantly. Even though the other party looked like a harmless girl, the terrifying aura that surpassed all giant monsters had already been deeply imprinted in the blood of every Sanye people. middle.

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

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

He also saw a stone statue kneeling on the side of the altar, that is the origin of all wisdom of their ancestors, King Laidlici.

Exactly the same as in the oral records, Ledlich finally died in front of the gods, and will always be with Insai in the temple.

at last.

He saw the power of the ancient stars projected down from the altar, and the overflowing light already made people feel the power of the years, and time would stagnate here because of the will of the gods.

He dared not look any further.

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

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

"Your envoy Polo died in a shattered dream by the seaside of the city of gods, and I embarked on the road to return to the land bestowed by the gods according to the guidance of the envoy."

"now."

"Finally came to you."

God raised his hand, and the Cup of God held high by Tito floated down to the altar, and was gently held by the god in his hand.

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

Instead, he looked at the poet Tito and said something.

"Tito, do you still believe in fate?"

Tito was dumbfounded for a moment, as if his heart had been pierced by these words in an instant.

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

He thought for a moment, kowtowed and said.

"believe."

"Because fate is in our hands."

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

God smiled.

But he smiled so much that Tito felt extremely relieved, it was the supreme Insay's approval of him.

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

After a long time, he let out a sigh.

"Polo."

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The gods allowed Tito to stay in the land bestowed by the gods for a short time, and he just used this time to complete his myth.

At the foot of the temple, the god-given city full of sunflowers, he carefully searched for the traces left over from the past history.

On the stele, he found an ancient story from the past.

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

On the original ancestor fish swamp, he also saw that the gift of the gods in the past allowed the Sanye people 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 Ensi committed the crime of patricide?"

A few dream fairies were by his side, guiding him in the direction and looking for interesting playmates at the same time.

"yes!"

"yes!"

In this collapsed palace, he explored carefully, and found fragments of the Laidlich writing tablet.

The poet danced with excitement, like a child who got the most precious treasure in the world.

"It's a writing slate."

And the dream fairies thought the poet was crazy, so they gathered together and whispered.

"It's just a broken rock!"

"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 just broken stones. They don't understand the history and lost glory of the Sanye people.

They will not understand the mood of Tito and all the Sanye people wanting to find these back.

Tito knelt in front of the Palace of Wisdom, hugging the broken tablet of writing tightly, tears streaming from his blind eyes.

It is touching, but also regretful.