I Am God!

Chapter 68 The Returning Wanderer (New Book Requests Tickets)

Tito looked at his friend drowning in the sea of ​​flowers, unable to tell what his emotions were.

There are both sadness and regret, but at the same time he is happy for the old man in Stonehelm.

“Able to find the answer to what I pursue in the last moments of my life.”

“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 toward the temple.

The Old Stonehelm had found the answer he wanted, but Tito had not yet completed his own mission.

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

“La la la la la la!”

“La la la la la la!”

From a distance came the melodious singing, as crisp as a wind chime.

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

They carried the lamp, illuminating 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 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?”

The dream 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 Ledericki personally 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 turned his head to look at the statue and stepped up the stairs with a shocked expression.

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 colored rainbow lights swirled 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.

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

He looked up at the top of the pyramid. On either side of the steps were statues of trilobites one after another. They held lights high to illuminate the road to Sacred.

Step by step, he embarked on a pilgrimage.

The road that King Ryderki has walked, the road that King Yasser has walked.

Now he walked 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 gate of the tall metal temple reflects the golden light, and the whole palace flows with a kind of graceful and noble dark gold tone, and has the ancient vicissitudes of life.

Holding the cup of God, he crawled into the temple, knelt forward.

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

Sitting on the altar 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 trembled involuntarily, even if the other party looked like a harmless girl, but the terrifying aura above all giant monsters had long been deeply imprinted in the blood of every trifoliate person. middle.

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

He saw the power of dreams, one thing after another was born from dreams, and 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 King Ledrich, the origin of all the wisdom of their ancestors.

Just like in the oral records, Ledrich died in front of the gods and stayed with God Insai forever in the temple.

finally.

He saw the power of the ancient Star projected down from the divine platform, and the radiant light already made people feel the power of the years, and time was stagnant here because of the will of the gods.

He dared not look again.

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 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.”

“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 momentarily dumb, as if he had been pierced through his heart by these words.

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

He thought for a moment, then kowtowed.

“Believe.”

“Because destiny is in our hands.”

“So I no longer wait for destiny to come, but personally create my own destiny.”

God smiled.

But the smile made Tito extremely relieved, it was the supreme Insai’s praise to 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 god-given land for a short time, and he also used this time to complete his myth.

At the foot of the temple, the god-given city full of sun flowers, he carefully looked for traces left over from 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 while at the same time 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.”

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 would not understand Tito and all the Sanye people wanting to find these feelings back.

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

It is moved, but also regretful.