I Am God!

Shoeburn stood facing the sun for a long time.

Everything changes so quickly.

They devoted everything they had to worshiping the gods they believed in, but in the end the gods failed to respond.

He did not invoke another god, but another god reached out to him.

Shoeborn's father is also a servant of God, and their family has always been a devout believer in the Lord of Life.

After he was born, his father told him what the world was like with great confidence.

"Everything in this world was created by the Mother of Life. She came to the world from the Kingdom of God."

"From now on."

"There are fish, shrimps and all kinds of life in the endless ocean."

“He blew the mother conch of all things, and the earth rose from the bottom of the sea.”

"He waved his hand, and the wind brought seeds from afar. From then on, there were woods and plants, and there were animals running on the earth."

"He came to the Mountain of Origin and created the Snake Man according to a part of himself."

"This is it."

"Our story is also the story of the world."

And an ancient ghost from an era that could not be traced back told him that the creator they believed in was not actually the real creator, but just the god on the left side of the throne of creation.

And they are the eldest son of God, the descendants of the god named Lederiki.

Snake people are nothing but random creations of the Mother of Life.

Before the Mother of Life created this earth, there were already all living things.

Known as the eldest sons of God, they rule everything in this world like a clan of gods. They have the blood of God and everything given by the Creator.

Shoeborn felt that the world he knew, the reality he had known since childhood, was completely torn apart.

He looked at the world clearly with his eyes, but he felt that everything was so unreal, as if everything he saw was fake.

The sky is illusory, the ocean is illusory.

even.

He himself is illusory.

Shoeburn stretched out his hand toward the sky, as if to touch the sun in the sky.

However, no matter how he stretched out his hand, he could not catch the light flowing between his fingers, let alone touch the golden wheel of light.

"Our world."

"What exactly is it like?"

Shoeborn opened his arms and shouted towards the sun and sea.

"Supreme Lord of Life! Why did you create us?"

“The meaning of our birth, the meaning of our existence.”

"What's that to you?"

He couldn't find the answer, there wasn't even an echo in the sea.

at last.

Shoeborn could only turn around and look at the broken ship.

The dark ship covered with traces of flames was filled with hideous, charred corpses.

It's a giant mobile tomb.

Shoeburn sorted the corpses on the ship together and put them in the cabin's warehouse.

The ghosts of the dead kept wandering around Xiuben. Even if they saw their bodies being moved, there was no movement, as if everything in the outside world had nothing to do with them.

Shoeborn sorted out the body and finally walked out of the cabin.

However, when the sun shone on him, he suddenly looked at the deck and froze.

He could touch everything on the ship, and he clearly felt that he was still alive before, as if nothing had changed.

However, at this moment, he discovered that there was no shadow of himself under the sun.

"Where's my shadow?"

How he twisted his body and changed directions.

Nothing has changed.

Although the Witch Spirits have bodies that can switch between reality and reality, their real body is the Book of Witch Spirits.

Their bodies are somewhat similar to monsters, composed of the power of curse seals, the blood of myths and the power of memory.

Human memory is powerful, and knowledge is a person's understanding of the world and a tool for running the world.

The witch spirits' understanding of themselves forms the shape of their bodies.

With a thought, Shoeborn immediately changed his clothes into another set.

"This is the Witch Spirit."

For the first time, Shoeborn had a general understanding of the power of the Witch Spirit, but in the vast sea, relying on these alone was not enough.

He still needs more powerful strength to return to land.

Xiubeng had just transformed into a witch spirit, and was still just a servant witch spirit.

It means a servant of God, not even a true priest of God.

He must become a lower-level witch spirit, a lower-level priest of God, in order to have the power to reverse the situation and change reality.

Shoeborn became familiar with his power on the ship. Occasionally, he would go to the Door of Truth to find the ghost Borrick to answer his questions.

There are several common magical arts that servant wizards can master.

There are three kinds of magic about memory: "controlling memory, modifying memory, and seizing memory."

There are two kinds of magic about ghosts: "contracting ghosts and controlling ghosts."

There is a kind of magic about the soul: "True Illusion World."

Shoeborn included all the ghosts on the ship in his Book of Witches and Spirits, and signed a contract with them.

Originally, only second-level contractors could communicate with the dream world and sign contracts with other beings; but because this contract is realized through the Gate of Truth, and the object of the contract is a ghost, the first-level witch spirit can sign a contract with the ghost.

Even the number of contracts varies depending on one's own strength and the gift of the Gate of Truth.

The average contractor can contract at most a few ghosts.

Shoeborn, however, contracted the entire ship's ghosts in one go. If it weren't for the right hand of Borrick in his body and the fact that he was now a contractor of the Gate of Truth, they would have been devoured in an instant and nothing would be left.

As a price, he must re-establish the city of Ewell and help them take revenge.

The Illusion World of Truth uses the power to control memories and ghosts to form an illusion that has already been arranged in the Book of Witches and Spirits.

It will be combined with the terrain and environment in reality to form an illusionary realm with both reality and nothingness.

When it is unfolded, anyone who steps in will fall under the control of the wizard spirit.

Shoeborn immediately used this big ship and all the ghosts on the ship to create his own real illusion world.

"Crash!"

The Book of Witch Spirits was opened, and the name of the magic called Real Illusion World appeared on the sixth page.

Immediately afterwards, a large Ewell-style ship appeared above.

Shoeborn held up the Book of Witch Spirits and shouted.

"The real world of illusion."

When the power unfolded, the charred ship seemed to turn back time, returning to its appearance before it was burned by the fire demon.

The whole ship had a new look, the wood had faded away and smelled of smoke and smoke, exuding the aroma of wood.

The sails of the ship were raised, as if they were puffing up in the sea breeze.

People on the boat appeared on the deck and in the cabin one after another. They either stood on the boat and looked into the distance, or talked in the cabin.

The crew and sailors were busy on the ship. Some were wiping the floor, some were tying ropes, and some were sitting by the buckets.

They talked and laughed as if everyone was still alive.

But if you look closely, you will find that the sail is clearly raised, but the boat is still drifting with the current without any change.

Shoeborn looked at this scene, a smile appeared on his face first, and then turned into a long sigh.

The real illusion world may be able to deceive others, but as the controller of the real illusion world, of course he can see the dilapidated black hull of the ship at a glance, as well as the long-dead ghosts all over the ship.

If a person is willing to immerse himself in the illusion world created by himself, how desperate he would be.

So desperate that you deceive yourself.

The power given by the gods is indeed powerful. Although this is only a first-level powerful person, if it encounters an ordinary first-level powerful person, the wizard can easily crush the opponent.

Next.

Shoeborn started the next step of practice, because he was originally a second-level powerful person. This practice was not difficult for him, and he quickly mastered the key.

The symbol of the second-level power of wisdom and power is spiritual power, which can interfere with reality from illusion.

The same goes for witch spirits.

The power of the lower-level wizard spirit is that through mental power, the ghosts contracted by him can have the power to interfere with reality, but these ghosts cannot leave him too far.

Moreover, the wizard spirit can also give these ghosts some skills and techniques through the gift of knowledge, although they will still only execute the orders in a dull manner and obey the wizard spirit's orders.

Shoeborn reactivated the ghosts.

He used these ghosts to control the big ship, lying on the mast and turning into a ghost sail, pushing the ship forward.

finally.

The boat started moving and was no longer drifting aimlessly.

He followed the navigation skills of the Aiwel people and looked at the directions of the stars in the sky to finally find the correct route.

Following the correct route, he headed towards the north of Ruhe Island.

Shoeburn stood at the bow of the ship. On the charred ship, hundreds of ghosts lay on the mast and turned into a sail.

The mental power turned into a net, constantly spreading towards the surroundings.

The big ship moved quickly on the sea, creating a white wave.

Shoeborn said softly: "I'm going home."

He is returning.

There is his hometown, his temple, and his people.

——

The waves crashed on the rocks, and the tides eroded the coast, making a vast sound.

In the distance, there are undulating mountains, stretches of forest, and exposed black rocks.

A city was built on the seashore.

There are big gaps in its city wall, which are the traces left by the stone demons' attack on the city.

The city is full of ruins and charred blackness, left behind by the fire demon's burning.

There was no human habitation in the houses and buildings, and the war left only desolation.

At this time, a strange ship arrived at the seaside and arrived at the dock where the fire had burned.

"return!"

Shoeborn parked the ship at the dock and used the Book of Witches and Spirits to collect all the ghosts.

The ghosts attached to the mast turned into shadows and fell into the book in Shoburn's hand.

Shoeborn landed on the shore, and he still had some expectations in his heart.

He hoped that someone in the city had already started to clean up the mess, and that someone had started to put order in order.

The defeat of one war is not enough to destroy their civilization, as long as they are still there, as long as the Aiweier people are still there.

He believed that he and the Elvir people would be able to re-establish the city of Elvir and let their civilization shine again.

However.

Shoeborn didn't know that the greed and methods of the Ten Thousand Snakes King's Court and the Maritime Alliance were beyond his expectation.

When he walked into Ewell City, there was not a single living person in sight in the entire city.

Not only that, he didn't even see anyone in the surrounding towns and villages.

"Why is this happening?"

"Where are the people?"

"Where's everyone?"

He stood in the middle of the city and shouted. He kept turning his body until he felt dizzy.

Even after a war, no one will be left alive, right?

Shoeborn shouted as he ran through the city of Ewell.

He simply couldn't believe what his eyes were seeing.

Finally, he saw a dozen figures on the street beside the city gate.

It was a group of people picking up things in the ruins. They were a few old people and a few children. Only the leader was a young man.

Shoeborn stepped forward, but when the other party saw him from a distance, he was so frightened that he immediately turned around and ran away.

It wasn't until he saw that he was alone that he stopped.

Shoeborn asked the other party: "Where have all the people in the city gone?"

The old man in the team replied: "All the young people were taken away, even the children were not spared. All the towns and villages were plundered, and all the people were taken away."

"The first two months."

"Many people were tied up with ropes on the road, blocking the seaside and the main road."

"They were either sent to the ship, or taken to the herding plains in the south, and were all treated as slaves."

Another person added: "Young and middle-aged men are either sold to the city-state or to the city of lights."

"Most of them were snatched away by people from the Ten Thousand Snakes King's Court."

This is how the tribes of the Ten Thousand Snakes King's Court go out to steal everything from the enemy.

Men were captured as slaves and either sold to city-states, sent to mines, or sent to workshops as slaves.

They snatched away women and children, and they raised the children as their own. When they grew up, they would naturally become members of their tribe.

One of the young people said: "Many people also fled into the mountains. I hid in the mountains for two months."

"I saw them leaving recently, so I dared to come back."

Shoburn immediately said to the young man: "I am Shoburn, the former chief priest of the temple. Can you find the others now and let them come back?"

The young man's eyes widened immediately: "Master Divine Attendant? Chief Divine Attendant?"

One of the old men also recognized him immediately and said excitedly.

"Lord Shoburn, yes, he is Lord Shoburn."

"I saw you from a distance during a ceremony to worship the gods last year."

Young and old alike were excited, as if they had found a backbone.

The chief attendant of the temple.

Even in a certain aspect, his identity is more recognized by ordinary Aiweier people than that of a king.

Young man: "I'll go back and tell them to come back. I know where they are hiding."

The old man also said: "Sir, you are finally back."

"Where's the king?"

"Is the king still there?"

Shoeborn didn't speak, just shook his head.

"The king is no longer here."

People were disappointed and said, "Is the king also dead?"

"Damn the King's Court of Ten Thousand Snakes."

In the square in front of the temple.

Tens of thousands of people gathered together, these are the people who gathered here after receiving the news in the past few days.

And many of them are old and weak, not many young and middle-aged people.

Others were either captured, died in the war, or fled deeper into the mountains.

There are also some people who don't believe this news, thinking it is fake news released by people from the Ten Thousand Snakes King's Court and the Maritime Alliance, and are unwilling to come out.

"Is this all left?" Seeing this scene, Shoeborn felt as if he had been struck by lightning.

A man dressed as a divine servant standing next to Shoeborn replied: "If we look again, there should be quite a few people there."

"In a few days, there should be about 20,000 people."

The person next to Shoeborn is an apprentice of the Divine Attendant, who looks like a young man.

He was originally not qualified to step into the temple and stand next to Xiubeng.

But at this time, it is extremely difficult to find such a person.

Although there seem to be a lot of people left in Aiweier, the core of nearly 100,000 people have been kidnapped or killed, and they are still the most elite group of people.

Young men, scholars, craftsmen, and nobles, the Aiweier people have lost the skeleton that supported their civilization.

Of course, there are tens of thousands of people from various fishing and hunting tribes in the northern jungle.

However, although they are also descendants of Aiweier, they did not obey the orders of Aiweier City very much before. Now that the Aiweier King is gone, there is no one who can order them.

Seeing such a scene, even Xiuben suddenly felt a little depressed.

No matter how good he is, without the people, everything will be desolate.

With such a small number of people, most of whom are old and weak, we don't know how long it will take just to restore the previous population.

Let alone return to the top.

"grown ups."

"grown ups."

Xiubeng came back to his senses only after the call from the divine disciple on the side.

He immediately began to arrange everyone, first appointing the village chiefs of each village and town.

At least the order of life must be restored first and these people can survive here.

late at night.

Shoeborn tossed and turned and couldn't sleep. He turned over and held up the light and came to the center of the temple hall.

Shoeborn looked at the statue of the master of life, which stood for a long time.

He tilted his head.

He seemed to be transformed into a statue.

At this time, a figure also walked out from the corner of the temple.

"Lord Shoeburn."

"You can't sleep either?"

Shoeborn didn't look back, he knew who was coming.

"You didn't sleep either?"

There are only two divine attendants left in the temple in Aiweier City, so there is no need to guess.

Shoeborn asked him: "How did you survive that war?"

The other party replied: "I hid in a hidden cellar underground, a cellar that is not often used, and they did not find me."

"I watched soldiers kill my comrades while covering my mouth and not daring to say a word."

“I raised my head and looked at the blood dripping on my face, turning my eyeballs blood red.

The other party's voice became a little trembling. Shoeborn didn't look back, and he could feel his body trembling.

"From that day on."

"Everything I look at always looks red with blood."

"It seems...the blood is still in my eyeballs, and it can't be washed away."

Shoeborn did not reprimand him for his cowardice, because he himself also escaped from Ewell City during the war.

When the sky is falling apart and the earth is falling apart, what else can the weak do?

It is precisely because they are weak that they crave faith.

It is precisely because they are weak that they pray to the gods for mercy.

The apprentice of the Divine Attendant asked Xiuben: "My lord!"

"Why do we worship gods?"

He hesitated again and again, and finally said it.

"We pray to the gods to protect us, but the gods will not protect us at all."

"We hope God will give us guidance, but God never has any guidance."

Shoeborn didn't know how to answer either.

He raised his head and spoke after a long time.

"perhaps."

"A god like the Lord of Life should be so high above the world and look down on the world. Our prayers and our beliefs have no meaning in themselves."

“It’s not God who needs us, it’s us who need God.”

"We need a belief, we need a strength that can unite us and give us the courage to survive in this world."

The apprentice of the Divine Attendant told Shoburn: "Lord Shoburn."

"I'm a little confused. I don't know where my faith belongs."

"Every time I stood here before, I felt that this place was so sacred, and I felt that my faith had a color."

"But now."

"I stand here and I feel like God is just a stone."

Shoeburn said loudly: "That's enough."

Shoeburn turned away, as if angry.

But he knew that he was at a loss.

because.

He was as confused as the other person.

After leaving the temple, Shoborn ran down from the heights and walked around the empty city.

Finally, he climbed the stairs to the city wall.

The stairs of the city wall seemed to have no end. He kept walking along them.

In a trance.

Shoeborn found that the surroundings were already dark, and he could see neither the city of Ewell nor the sky or the moon.

Some are just a door bound by heavy chains.

He actually came to the door of truth again.

He asked the ghost next to the door erratically: "How can I obtain more powerful power, the power that can protect my tribe and country, and restore the prosperity of Ewell City to its former glory?"

Ghost Polik: "Sacrifice to the God of Truth and Knowledge!"

"Believe in the God of truth and knowledge!"

"To the God of Truth and Knowledge!"

"You will naturally get everything you want."

Shoeborn's mouth opened wide, and he suddenly wanted to agree.

He had been shaken, his faith no longer firm.

However, he may not have found an excuse to convince himself yet.

He also needs a truth, or a fact that will completely defeat him.

"you say."

"All wisdom bloodlines are descendants of the god named Lederiki."

“You said that the Creator is the God Insai, is this true?”

"I don't believe it unless you have something to prove it."

Shoeborn didn't know how he said these words. He felt as if an unknown force in his heart was pushing him, making him continue to fall towards the abyss.

Ghost Polik suddenly raised his head, his eyes bursting with light.

Even if he becomes a ghost, he is far more powerful than Shoeborn imagined.

He is a follower of Asai and the first Contractor of the Gate of Truth.

He once stood behind the being who dared to attack and challenge God, watching the other party knock down the evil god from the clouds and turn the eternal existence into smoke.

He has experienced the war named after myth, looked at the most powerful myths and mortals in history, and chased the final end of the era.

His eyes saw all Shoburn's memories. He saw a plateau, icebergs and lakes.

Those are the peaks and forbidden areas of death that even the Winged Demons dare not fly over.

"I saw a place in your memory called Sky Mirror."

"There."

"Maybe it has all the answers you want."

Ghost Polik suddenly took a few steps forward: "If you want to know everything about the past, go and see it yourself!"

Ghost Porick's finger pointed at Shoburn's head, and Shoburn suddenly felt an ancient language and words pouring into his mind.

That is the knowledge from the previous era, and it is also the language and writing of the Sanye people.

——

Heading northeast from Ewell City, the terrain becomes higher and higher.

Shoeburn passed through a difficult terrain.

There is a fortress here, called the Glacier Fortress.

There is a perennially frozen river passing by in the distance, and this fortress is named after this.

This is an important place that Ewell City sent troops to guard, but because it was caught off guard and attacked by the Ten Thousand Snakes King's Court, it led to the defeat that it had not even had time to escape before.

It's just that this fortress has long been demolished to pieces, destroyed to the point where only ruins are left.

Shoeborn looked here, standing under the stones of the ruins.

he thinks.

"If that day."

"If the fortress can send out messages in time, the situation will be completely different. Most people can escape by boat."

"If the damn King's Court of Ten Thousand Snakes hadn't deceived us and betrayed us, would the city of Ewell still be there?"

Unfortunately, there is no if.

Shoeborn then walked farther away, toward the frozen plateau in the northeast.

Shoeburn passed through the snow-covered jungle and passed through the snow-capped mountains in the ice and snow.

He finally reached the highest peak of the Frozen Plateau, a mountain range that looked somewhat like a volcano and a giant cup.

At the top of the mountain is a lake that is frozen all year round.

That is the so-called Mirror of Heaven.

The ice and snow on this frozen plateau melt into rivers that flow into the distance, nourishing the entire Ruhe Island.

This is the water source treasure house of Ruhe Island, which controls the gate of water and rivers.

Shoeborn finally stood in front of the Mirror of the Day.

Not a single snowflake can be seen on the ice formed by this lake.

The entire ice surface is pure and flawless, completely reflecting the sky on the ice surface.

"Mirror of Heaven."

Shoeborn stood above the mountains, in the middle of the snow-covered world.

The mirror in front of me reflects the sea of ​​clouds and dusk.

Only when he stood here did he truly understand the meaning of Sky Mirror.

This is a miracle, this is the mirror of the sky.

Shoeborn truly felt his own insignificance, so insignificant that he was completely swallowed up.

He feels.

As long as the world breathes, as long as time blinks, he will disappear.

When standing here, it was difficult to notice the passage of time, because he felt as if he was in sync with the world and the sky.

After a long time, he remembered the purpose of coming here.

He looked at the ice and then at the setting sun in the distance.

"It's not yet time."

Legend has it that at midnight, another world will be reflected in the lake.

Some people say that it is the kingdom of God, a world above the sky that mortals cannot see.

Some people say that it is a city frozen under water.

It's just that what the snake people don't know.

This is actually a lake formed by the power of the Sea Monster. This mountain, this lake, and even this plateau all exist because of it.

The entire Ruhe Island was formed by the giant monsters devouring everything from the previous era. The giant monsters would also incorporate some things from the previous era into their own bodies and leave them behind.

For example, the Starry Night Mountains and the City of Life.

And here, there is also one.

Shoeborn has been standing by the ice lake.

He was waiting and thinking.

When the moon rises high in the sky and casts its light on the ice.

Something strange happened.

The entire ice surface melted instantly, just like spring flowers blooming.

But the melting speed accelerated to the extreme, and the ice retreated in the blink of an eye.

There were no ripples in the lake, and it was so calm that it seemed as if an infinitely powerful hand had smoothed it, blocking the outside world from interfering here.

However.

A completely different scene appeared in the water.

Shoeburn actually saw an ancient mountain in the water, a mountain towering into the clouds.

I could vaguely see a city built on the mountain, and there was a temple on the top of the mountain.

This is a mountain that carries time and secrets, a sacred mountain dedicated to the supreme god.

The weight of those years and the traces of countless people’s faith.

The moment people see it, they are shocked and their minds go blank.

"puff!"

When the moonlight shone on the ice, Shoeburn couldn't wait to jump down from the lake and penetrated the lake into the water.

He dived through the lake water, but not long after swimming, he fell from the top.

That moment.

He felt as if he had come from one world to another.

He kept falling all the way, and was about to fall into pieces.

Fortunately, Xiubeng was a low-ranking wizard spirit.

His body immediately disintegrated and he let himself fall on the mountain.

Shoeborn never imagined that what was under the lake called Sky Mirror would be like this.

He looked up.

He could see the surging lake and water above his head. The moonlight and light penetrated the lake water, which was so pure that there seemed to be no impurities, and shone on the city and buildings at his feet.

"How is this possible? This is under the lake?"

"Is there such a world under the lake?

Shoeborn looked at everything around him in shock. Whether it was the sky mirror above his head or the city under the lake, he was so surprised that he didn't know how to describe it.

Finally, he fully focused on the city.

"This is."

"A city from a previous era?"

"The city of the Trileaf people, the kingdom established by the lineage of the eldest son of God."

This city was completely created by magic, and it was integrated with the mountain. It was like changing the world. The entire mountain was just a stone in their hands, allowing them to carve it.

The buildings in the city are tall and towering, divided into floors one after another. All kinds of exquisite decorations fill the streets. Every house is so gorgeous and exquisite.

When he saw this city, he suddenly believed in the title of the eldest son of God.

There is only such a great civilization and such existence.

Only then can such a majestic and magnificent city be built.

The city of the servants of the three-leaf people.

The city founded by Jeser, the second generation of wise king.

After 200 million years, this ancient city once again appeared before the eyes of mortals.

Although everything about it, every stone in it, has been eroded and fused by the power of the giant monster.

But that's exactly why.

It was preserved forever.

The troll fixed it at the most prosperous moment in time and retained its most beautiful moment.

only.

Those people who once were are long gone.

Shoeborn looked around and found that he happened to be on the top of a staircase.

And this sacred road leads directly to the top of the mountain.

Looking down, two giant statues kneel on both sides of the passage.

They wear crowns on their heads, as if welcoming the arrival of gods.

When he saw the crown, Shoeborn suddenly and unconsciously wanted to kneel down and worship.

His blood and consciousness were trembling under that crown.

He immediately withdrew his gaze, not daring to look down any further.

"what is that?"

"Why am I so afraid of that crown? What does it mean?"

But through the two giant statues kneeling below, Shoeborn also felt something.

He looked up the road.

I saw an ancient and sacred building at the top.

Although the style of the temple was completely different from that of the Snake Man Temple, Shoeborn immediately understood that it was a temple.

"god."

"It enshrines the god of the Trileaf people, the oldest god in the world."

"There."

"There are truths from endless years ago, secrets hidden behind the last era and era."

He raised his head and watched the temple moving towards the temple step by step.

While walking, he felt the grand, majestic, and sacred power completely surrounding him.

He seemed to have suffered a baptism, the holiness and faith from endless years ago, which destroyed his soul.

Finally, he came to the front of the temple.

A stone monument was erected there.

He saw the words on the stone tablet, the words of the three-leaf people.

It says.

"Sky Temple."

Shoeborn felt a thrill penetrate his body, and emotions of fear, awe, and surprise arose in his heart.

He suddenly wanted to escape, and he did not dare to step into this temple.

He didn't know what he was frightened about or what shocked him.

He may be afraid of seeing the truth of everything, he may be frightened that he is about to see the secrets about the Creator, or he may be shocked that he is about to step into a temple from endless years ago.

I hesitated for a long time.

He finally walked up. The Sky Temple was divided into three floors and had many halls.

But Xiuben was not distracted and walked towards the main hall at the top.

The huge metal door was ajar. Shoeborn used all his mental power to summon the ghosts, and then slowly pushed the door open.

The light shone inside the temple and projected on the walls.

Shoeborn raised his head and saw the base of the altar in the center of the temple.

He saw the statue of the Creator Yinsai, carved by Jeser, the second generation of wisdom king himself.

He lost his strength in an instant and leaned against the palace door.

He couldn't help but pronounce the name of the god, the name of the true Creator.

"Creator...Insai."

The lofty God Insai stands in the center of the altar, and his eldest son, King of Wisdom Laderiki, stands under the altar. He is the ancestor and god of faith of the Trileaf people.

To the right of the throne, a goddess sitting on a long-backed ornate armchair holding a starry eggshell is sleeping peacefully. It seems that you can faintly see the vast sea of ​​stars scattered from the eggshell.

On the left side of God Insai, there is a girl sitting next to the throne.

She was wearing a dress and tilted her head as if blowing bubbles.

She carried a small conch shell around her waist.

The mother snail of all things.

The horn that can create life or end it all.

Shoeborn was stunned for a moment.

Even though the image was very different from the gods they worshiped, he immediately recognized it as their god.

Their Creator, the Supreme Lord.

Mother of Life - Sally.

Shoeborn walked inside as if he had lost his soul, raising his head high.

He looked at everything around him blankly.

This is a temple that records ancient myths. The murals on both sides also depict the stories of two generations of saints. You can see the beautiful and sacred sea of ​​sun flowers.

The air echoed with the praises of countless Sanye people, their faith and prayers.

You can hear "Hymn of the King of Wisdom" and "Epic of Hinsai", and countless people praise their creator, the supreme God of Hinsai.

suddenly.

Shoeborn covered his face and lay helpless on the ground.

It was hard to tell whether he was worshiping the true Creator, or whether he was so shocked by the truth that he collapsed to the ground.

"It turns out that what they said is true. It turns out... it's really like this."

"Insai the Creator...the Firstborn Son of God...the Source of Wisdom."

He had obviously transformed into a witch spirit, but at this moment he still felt as if someone was holding his throat tightly, and he felt like he couldn't breathe.

He lay on the ground panting continuously.

The whole person sometimes laughed and sometimes cried.