Chapter 322: Competition for the position of true god
Dream world.
There is endless darkness here, and even the puppet Olan feels that the top, bottom, left and right are constantly changing. It cannot imagine what kind of world this is and how it was formed.
Only dream creatures like Saint Raphael can pass through it and not lose themselves.
The puppet Oran stood on Saint Raphael's shoulder and asked her in a low voice.
"This is the dream world!"
"The legendary kingdom of gods?"
It had seen Saint Raphael open the entrance to the dream world before and send the dream of life into it.
But this was the first time it entered the interior, and only then did it realize that the dream world was actually like this.
San Rafael nodded and told Oran.
"The Kingdom of the Gods, that's what you seem to call it."
"The more formal one is the dream world, and some people call it the spirit world. I heard that people with second-level wisdom and authority were also called spirit world priests."
Oran did not ask what the spiritual priest was, but it probably knew that the one mentioned by Saint Raphael was once too far away to be reached.
Saint Raphael also introduced other situations in the dream world: "The Kingdom of Creation is at the deepest point here."
“There is a dreamy sea of stars where all souls belong, and it’s so beautiful.
"Every morning the sacred ship will set off from under the sea of stars and will not return until the next morning."
"The ship is filled with mortal dreams."
Olan also agreed: "I have read "Divine Blessing", and this paragraph is recorded in it."
"The King of the Gods traveled across the sea of stars and saw the dreams of the deceased in Moonlight City."
"When I saw this scene when I was a kid, I felt really shocked. The encounter between the dead and the living, the collision between myth and mortals was a magnificent scene that I could not have imagined at that time."
only.
Once upon a time, stories and myths were just myths when read.
But when a forest fairy appears next to you, the stories you have read feel completely different in retrospect.
You will find out.
"Wow!"
"It turns out everything is true."
"The divine blessing is real, the Creator Kingdom is real."
The puppet Oran turned to look at Saint Raphael aside: "Even the fairies in the forest are real."
After walking for a long time, San Rafael got tired halfway, and it was indeed very depressing to keep traveling in the dark world, even if there was a doll chatting with you.
Saint Raphael emerged from the dream world, and when he came out, he found that it was already the city-state of Suinhor.
The puppet Oran watched as Saint Raphael opened an exit, and then pointed to the light spot on the other side that appeared under the power of Saint Raphael.
It seems that from here, you can see the mirror image of the human world.
"I saw an exit that opened directly next to me. Why did I need to open an exit?"
Such a troublesome move really makes Olan puzzled.
But Saint Raphael immediately looked like someone who had experienced it before and told the puppet Oran about his own experience.
"That's the tree hole of the rainbow tree. Rainbow trees in the world are very small, and the tree hole is not big either."
"Sometimes the tree hole is too small and it gets stuck."
Saint Raphael was still frightened, as if he remembered the tragic experience of being stuck in a tree hole by a group of people.
When the puppet Oran looked at Saint Raphael's expression, he understood.
The person stuck in the tree hole was probably herself.
Surrounded by a forest, San Rafael found a nearby rainbow tree and took a lot of delicious food from it.
The puppet Olan looked at San Rafael's box: "The storage compartment is so precious, and everything you put in it is food?"
"Those people put their most important things and used every bit of space."
Saint Raphael talked to the doll while eating.
"It doesn't matter."
"Anyway, I don't need to build the storage grids, and the free stuff will go to waste. So many places are empty!"
Doll Oran: "Why not put it in the box?"
Saint-Raphael hugged his box tightly: "Everything in the box is my treasure, you can't just put it there casually."
The doll Olan suddenly felt that the fairy in front of him had the potential to be evil. She asked others to put all their treasures in her fairyland, but kept all her own treasures in boxes beside her.
The puppet Oran asked: "Why can't it lead directly to the Kingdom of Blood of the Scarlet Goddess?"
San Rafael told it: "I haven't been there before, I don't have the exact coordinates there."
One thing that Saint Raphael hasn't said yet is that she, the storage fairy, became a monk halfway through.
She used many of the fairies' laws and magic spells carelessly.
After leaving the fairyland, I am no longer very smart.
The two of them walked and rested for a while. It was a very interesting trip.
In a moment, he appeared in another place, another city.
The dream world is like a train.
The world outside is like a slide on the window, disappearing in the blink of an eye and constantly changing.
Even so slowly, the two of them soon reached the sea.
Entered the realm of another god.
In the strange land located deep in the silent sea, a lighthouse blooming with red light suddenly lights up, blooming with rays of light.
This feeling is as if someone is intruding.
But the "people" in the Kingdom of Blood have been prepared for a long time. They knew in advance that someone was coming.
in a blink.
A large number of figures appeared under the steps, watching as a vortex opened under the lighthouse on the square, and a black-haired girl wearing a wreath on her head emerged.
She carried the box and carefully stepped across the whirlpool, as if crossing a threshold, stepping on the stone bricks of the square with her shiny lace-up leather boots.
It was the first time for the black-haired girl to come here, but the most shocking thing was the doll on her shoulders.
After all, for San Rafael, this place can only be regarded as a novelty.
For the doll Olan, as a mortal, he stepped into the kingdom of God as a guest.
"The kingdom of blood in the deep sea."
The puppet Olan couldn't help but shout out the name of this place.
It looked up at the lighthouse high up, and once again heard the voices of those ancient races coming from the lighthouse.
The most ancient ones sang sacred psalms devoutly.
I've heard of this place many times, but this is my first time here.
It looked at the square and city in front of it, which had an architectural style that was very similar to the mural "The Lost Kingdom", and at the deepest part, the Temple of Truth, which it didn't know whether it could be called a temple.
at last.
Its eyes were fixed on the peak rising in the center of the Kingdom of Blood.
There seems to be this looming mural on the steep mountain wall, with bright and vivid colors.
Even from such a distance, I can feel that it must be a shocking work.
This undersea country must have existed for a longer period of time than imagined.
Just like the lost country above the sea of clouds.
At this time, the pressure of myth came from the innermost temple of truth.
Blood-colored flowers spread from a distance and bloomed all over the feet in an instant.
turned into a road.
The figure of the god came from the end of the flower, and suddenly appeared in front of Saint Raphael and the doll Oran.
It was a goddess wearing a gorgeous red robe.
The puppet Olan felt for a moment as if there was a big mountain pressing on his heart, and he had a vague feeling.
When he pronounced the name of God Insai, he saw the shadows of the demon gods entrenched on the earth.
At this moment.
The feeling the other party gave him was very similar to that demonic shadow.
The god looked at Saint Raphael with great interest. He was very tall. Saint Raphael was already tall, but he was thinner.
The other party is a head taller than her.
In comparison, Saint-Raphael appears even more petite.
The red-haired demigod stared at Saint Raphael, who was also curiously looking at his eyes and special hair.
"Your hair is so beautiful, like fire." Saint Raphael's feeling is completely different from ordinary people, because of the great pressure and majesty of the god, ordinary people feel more like blood.
"With black hair, just like the color in mythology, the forest fairies are indeed a race loved by the gods." The red-haired demigod looked at Saint Raphael's black hair and suddenly thought of something.
Finally, the red-haired demigod showed a smile.
"Welcome!"
"Messenger from the Kingdom of Creation God."
It can be seen that He likes the race of fairies very much.
But before that, He must show respect to the messenger of Insai.
First, I exchanged greetings with San Rafael.
Immediately afterwards.
She knelt on the ground, using the attitude and etiquette of the three-leaf people worshiping the gods.
"O messenger of God Insai!"
"I have been waiting for you, waiting for the oracle from Insai."
Saint-Raphael also became serious. She stood up straight and explained first.
"I don't know if it is an oracle, but when God Iva heard this sentence, he thought it was an oracle."
"If God Yinsai really wants me to tell everyone this sentence, then I will repeat it again."
The entire Kingdom of God fell silent, and all the three-leaf symbionts behind also knelt down.
The way they worship the gods is completely different from that of the snake people, not only because their body structures are different, but also because the gods they believe in are completely different from those of the snake people.
Under the lighthouse.
In the center of the bloody sea of flowers.
Saint Raphael recalled the scene he saw in the pyramid, when the Creator Yinsai was chatting with the Lord of Dreams.
It’s about the moon of God and the source of wisdom.
The divine moon seemed to appear in front of her eyes again, and the scene of the divine moon turning into a door opened appeared. At that time, she saw a divine tree rising from the root of wisdom, bearing four flowers.
fruit.
Saint Raphael first explained the previous dialogue, the scene where the Creator and the Lord of Dreams discussed the source of wisdom and the true God.
at last.
Only then did he say the key words in the tone of the God of Insai.
“When they establish the Kingdom of God on earth!”
“When they convey divine grace and wisdom to the world!”
"The fruits of wisdom will come naturally."
She didn't know why, but when she began to recall this scene, she imitated the words of the Creator Yinsai.
Everyone seemed to have really seen the eternal stars arrive, and the endless white light shone down from high places.
It just doesn't matter who it is, whether it's kneeling or standing.
No one dared to look up to see the source of the light.
till the end.
It was the ancestor of blood, the scarlet goddess Vivien, who broke the peace and ended the transmission of the oracle.
What the God of Sai brings is not orders, but guidance.
He opened the door to a higher level for the wise species,
"Insai God!"
"The blood of wisdom will always be grateful for your gift, and the descendants of Lederiki will always remember your faith."
The red-haired demigod stood up and looked at the messenger of the gods in front of him.
"Have you seen the god Insai?"
San Rafael nodded: "I have seen it, but I didn't dare to really look at it."
The red-haired demigod asked again: "Are gods still the same as before?"
The Sanye people's belief in gods is completely different from that of the Snake people.
The snake people are too far away from the gods, and the trilobites are too close to the gods. They are the direct bloodline of the King of Wisdom, the first species of wisdom born in the world.
They once lived in the kingdom of the Creator, at the foot of the pyramid temple.
The sea of flowers filled with sunflower cups was once their God-given paradise.
The messenger of the gods in front of him scratched his head, not knowing how to answer such a complicated question.
"Eh~"
"I don't know what God was like before."
"After all, I am not the God of Yinsai. I cannot imagine the happiness and anger of the God of Yinsai."
This sentence immediately made many of the three-leaf symbionts present laugh out loud.
The last meeting was so quick that Smerkel didn't notice anything yet.
When he talked too much at this moment, Saint-Raphael seemed to have exposed something.
The red-haired demigod glanced over, and the three-leaf symbiote below immediately became serious, but they all looked at the fairy in front of them with eyes that could not hold back their laughter.
But Saint-Raphael was not conscious.
"Furthermore, only the masters can directly see God Yinsai. Even if I can see it, it is just the projection of God in this world."
"I'm just a woodland fairy."
Saint Raphael felt a little aggrieved, feeling that the questions asked by the red-haired demigod were too difficult for her.
Vivien stopped asking questions and instead invited Saint Raphael to enter her kingdom as a guest.
When he heard about visiting and eating, Saint-Raphael was immediately interested.
She walked into the Temple of Truth and looked at the ancient writing tablets with curiosity in her eyes.
At this time, she suddenly remembered a question and immediately asked the red-haired demigod.
"Why do they call you Lady Vivien?"
"Shouldn't you be called a god?"
Vivien told Saint Raphael: "Because I am the third generation of the Sage of Truth."
"And they are the priests of the temple of truth."
"To Suinhor, I am their god; to the priests of the Temple of Truth, I am the Sage of Truth."
Saint Raphael: "I have only seen the Hymn to the King of Wisdom and the Epic of Hinsey."
"I've also heard of the Temple of Truth, but I can't remember it clearly. Can you tell me what it looks like?"
When Vivian heard this, she suddenly felt a little disappointed.
Has the former temple of truth been gradually forgotten?
Even the forest fairies in the Creator Kingdom no longer remember them.
But He still told Saint Raphael about the origin of the Temple of Truth: “The Hymn to the King of Wisdom and the Epic of Hinsai were written by Tito, the first-generation saint, who once personally went to the Kingdom of the Creator God to meet with the God of Hinsai.
"
"The second generation of saints is his descendant Stan. Stan ended the era of royal blood and exchanged his own life for the power of miracles. He left behind his own student, and this student's name is Sandian."
"And Sandian is the first sage of truth."
Vivien talked about the two generations of saints and their deeds.
Because of Saint Tito, the Trefoil people have regained their history and past, and have their original myth.
Because of Saint Stan, the Sanye people got the future and miracles, and created the myth of civilization.
The emergence of the Sage of Truth pushed the era of the Sanye people to its highest peak.
Epic, civilization, inheritance.
This is the story after the myth, the story of generations of Sanye people who continue to create miracles.
This is the Temple of Truth.
Saint Raphael asked Vivien: "Is the title of the Sage of Truth more noble than the gods?"
"Is that why you kept this title?"
Vivien told Saint Raphael: "It's not noble."
"It's about meaning."
"The Scarlet Goddess is just a title. It's just a title I have after reaching my strength."
"The Sage of Truth represents us and the meaning of all of our existence."
"It is what we have been pursuing for generations, and it is the root that we will never give up."
He stood in the Temple of Truth, looking at the ancient stone slabs with words and the magical writings left on the walls.
"did you see it?"
"These are the things left by all the priests of the Temple of Truth, things left to all people."
"These words convey their wisdom and their will."
"besides."
"Their expectations."
He points to these things.
"We are born of the will of the saints."
"We follow the will of the saints."
"We will always enforce their will."
Although Saint Raphael could not fully understand, she still felt a heavy emotion weighing on her heart: "The Scarlet Goddess."
“What exactly is the will of the saints?”
The scarlet goddess looked at Saint Raphael and told her in a firm tone.
"Creating the future of Hinsey."
"Protect the civilization of the Sanye people."
Saint Raphael felt a little sad for the Scarlet Goddess, but still said: "But the civilization of the three-leaf people has disappeared."
The scarlet goddess told Saint Raphael: "The inheritance is still there."
"Even though 250 million years have passed, the inheritance of the will of the saints has still not been cut off."
"Even though the bloodline of the Sanye people has been cut off, we are still here."
The scarlet goddess looked towards the earth.
"future."
"There will be a true successor to the will of the saints, and he will tell everyone that the inheritance of the saints' will is still there."
"The light of the beacon of the temple of truth will never be extinguished."
For San Rafael, this is just a touching story.
But for the puppet Oran sitting on her shoulder, this story is like a sharp knife inserted deep into its heart.
His blood boiled and his whole body trembled.
It even couldn't help but think of the past and wanted to hide its face and cry.
But it was just a puppet at the moment, sitting stiffly on Saint Raphael's shoulder.
The puppet Olan lowered his head deeply.
"Two Generations of Saints."
"Three generations of sages."
"The will is passed down from generation to generation, and countless people continue to succeed."
The puppet Olan thought of his teacher and the Tower Spirit School.
They also once pursued the same ideals and sought the future they wanted.
But they do not have the wisdom and perseverance of the saints, nor the vision of the sages of truth.
Not even that.
The kind of courage that goes forward generation after generation and perseveres in pursuit.
It is the priest of the temple of truth and is shocked by the greatness of the saints.
I also sigh for myself.
"We were too far apart."
"So we failed and we gave up."
The puppet Oran raised its head and looked at the back of the scarlet goddess. What it saw was not just a god, but the last defender of civilization.
Guarding the last beacon of civilization.
The last light.
The scarlet goddess led two people out of the Temple of Truth, walked deeper along the back passage, and finally came to a cliff.
They saw a colorful mural.
There is no longer any obstruction by buildings, allowing them to see the whole picture clearly.
"This is the mural I traced back to the Sky Temple."
"There used to be a scene of Saint Tito's pilgrimage here, but it had disappeared over the years as early as the last era."
Saint-Raphael raised her head, and she immediately recognized the place on the painting.
"This is...the Pyramid Temple?"
"All the masters are here."
The Scarlet Goddess nodded: "The Mother of Life sits on the altar, the eldest son of God stands below the altar, and the Lord of Dreams is on the right side of God."
"Two generations of saints crossed the sea of suns and flowers to meet in Yinsai."
"Everything about the three-leaf people started from this point. This is the myth of Xiinsai."
The puppet Olan also raised his head and looked at the mural.
In an instant, it heard countless clover people whispering in its ears, and even began to hallucinate.
But this time.
It resisted the urge to say the name of any being, even if he did not understand the Word of Wisdom and the Wisdom Writings.
But it didn't even dare to utter a word in Snake Mandarin, for fear of causing a chain reaction because of the special scene here and this sacred painting.
The puppet Olan looked at the painting with concentration.
It has never seen such a gorgeous painting.
Through this painting, you can feel the prosperity of a civilization, and it can feel the gorgeous brushwork of Master Breman's "The Lost Kingdom" on it.
But this painting is even better. It was definitely created during a period when civilization was at its peak.
The pride of civilization, the piety of faith, and the infinite longing for the future are all condensed into it.
The puppet Oran has heard Saint Raphael talk about the creation myth, and also learned a lot of unimaginable information from other conversations.
It even heard the terrifying words that mortals can become gods.
But all that.
Nothing compares to the impact this painting brings.
"I saw the origin of everything, I saw the beginning of myth."
"Everything comes from wisdom and life. From the beginning of the dream, I saw the divine lineage of the dominating god and the god who created everything."
It looks at the three dominating gods.
The Mother of Life is completely different from the familiar stone statue in the temple. She is nestled at the feet of the Creator, looking into the distance relaxedly and happily.
He is no longer a majestic god or aloof Creator, but more like a little girl.
The King of Wisdom, Lederiki, stood under the stage, looking straight into the distance. He was the one who brought the light of wisdom to everyone.
The Lord of Dreams holds a dream egg, carries his dream into the distance, and gives all souls a destination.
But all three originate from the same existence.
This is not the three gods from which everything originated, but more like a portrait of a family, with the family surrounding the head of the family.
The puppet Olan raised his head and looked at the existence on the altar.
That exists.
No face, no shape, just endless light.
But the moment they saw the light, everyone knew what it represented.
"Insai God!"
Oran, the puppet sitting on Saint Raphael's shoulder, did not say the name, but the name of the god came to his mind.
What it felt at this moment was not shock, but a kind of peace wrapped in the sea of stars in the universe, but its head was a little dizzy.
True greatness and majesty definitely bring more than just shock.
It's a feeling of being engulfed and lost in an instant.
It feels like a moth.
I can't wait to blend into that light.
"He is the god whom the gods believe in."
"God above God!"
Finally, the puppet Olan uttered three words.
"Creator."
It once felt that this word was an honorific, an unparalleled divine title, but now Oran felt that this title was just a plain adjective in front of such an existence.
There is no honorific title, and there is nothing profound about it.
like.
This is how it should be.
Looking at this painting, no one spoke.
After a long time, it was the puppet Olan who suddenly asked.
The target of its inquiry is the Scarlet Goddess. It has a question that it definitely wants to ask, and it hopes that the Sage of Truth can give it an answer.
"God."
"If one day, what I pursue, what I leave behind, the dream I pass on to others."
"It has brought disaster to this world and pain to everyone."
"what do I do?"
Doll Olan: "I want this world to be better, and my dream is better."
"But this world will not be turned around by my will, nor will it be changed by my thoughts."
"When disaster strikes."
"Never ask us about our original intentions."
Vivien looked at the puppet Olan. His blood-colored eyes were as clear as gems, and his body shape and appearance were so perfect that they did not belong to this world.
Therefore, it gives people extremely strong pressure.
As soon as He opened his mouth, He directly presented it in the form of a rhetorical question.
"There will be stones blocking the road along the way, so why don't we just walk?"
He looked directly into the eyes of the puppet Olan: "We don't know where the road will eventually lead, and no one can truly predict what the long-term future will look like."
"We won't know whether this road is feasible until we walk through it."
"Hesitation and hesitation cannot bring about the future. One generation can only do the things of one generation."
"What if one day your actions bring disaster!"
"So~"
"In that era, more people who have benefited from the knowledge and ideals you imparted will come forward to save this disaster."
The doll Olan took possession of Saint Raphael's shoulder. The magic the fairy cast on it gradually lost its effect, and it turned into the size of a human and fell to the ground.
It stared at the scarlet goddess.
It seemed as if it saw a beam of light shining directly into the depths of its heart.
The scarlet goddess suddenly smiled, no longer as majestic and serious as before.
"Feeling shocked?"
"pity!"
"I didn't say these words."
The scarlet goddess asked again: "Do you know who said it? Who is it answering to?"
The puppet Olan shook his head, the emotions surging in his heart made him speechless.
The scarlet goddess stretched out a finger and pointed at the heart of the puppet Oran.
"The owner of your heart, she once asked the sage Sandian that question."
"And what I just said was the answer Sandian gave her."
Vivien had already noticed this strange doll.
At the same time, I also noticed the special "heart" in its body.
Vivien, the current scarlet goddess and the former third-generation sage of truth, told it.
"Heir to Elena's Heart!"
"The heart you have once belonged to the Temple of Truth."
"She is also a practitioner of the will of the saints. She once followed the sage of truth to create the future. She also wants to change her country and civilization."
"Elena's ancestors were the ones who tortured the first saint Tito, but the Sage of Truth finally accepted her as a disciple. This used to be their territory. This is the original pilgrimage painting on the wall.
It was painted by Elena's ancestors."
The scarlet goddess's gaze was like a lamp, and she could see through the doll's heart.
"And now."
"You brought her back here again, asking almost the same questions."
The puppet Olan opened his mouth wide. He had never thought that this was the case.
It is also known for the first time.
The origin of this heart in my body.
Even Saint Raphael on the side was shocked by the news and was speechless.
The scarlet goddess shook her head at the puppet Oran: "You must learn to believe in the future and your descendants."
"Many things have been born in this world, and many things have become extinct."
"But some things will never be annihilated, and that is human will, human inheritance, and human wisdom."
"As long as there is life in this world."
"As long as there are lives called intelligent species in this world."
"It will be passed down forever."
"Everything has its origin and everything has its end."
"But after the end, someone will start a new chapter again on the circle of predecessors."
The puppet Olan still didn't speak, it lowered its head.
Reach out your hand.
Pressed on his heart.
Olan was once very grateful to this heart, because it was its power that allowed him to save himself from the disaster.
But Oran hated this heart because it trapped him and killed all the people of the Tower Spirit School.
Now.
For the first time, Olan felt that this heart had a different meaning.
This heart is not dead, this heart is alive.
It is not something dark and depraved that seeks to devour itself.
It's beating, it's surging.
It is burning with blood.
The doll Oran read out the name of the ancient existence: "Elena!"——
After Saint Raphael and the puppet Oran left.
All the three-leaf symbionts gathered in the Temple of Truth, and the red-haired demigod also ascended the Throne of Flesh.
Everyone began to discuss the meaning of the Oracle of Insai.
No one dares to ignore the meaning, because every time the oracle of Yinsai comes, it represents the beginning of a new era.
Every time His shadow appears in this world, it guides the future.
The scarlet goddess thought for a long time and summarized the general content of the oracle.
“The root of wisdom bears the fruit of wisdom, and also opens the door to the future for the power of wisdom.”
"As for the latter, they are the conditions for receiving the fruits of wisdom."
"Establish a divine system in the human world and compete for the position of true god."
The scarlet goddess looked at everyone and said to them.
"This era!"
"This is not the age of life power."
"Everything is the same as before, it is still an era of wisdom and power."
"It's just that in this era, it is destined that a true god of wisdom and power will appear."
Alpanz: "Lord Vivien, this oracle seems to have nothing to do with us."
Smerkel expressed a different opinion: "We are the successors of Hinsey, how can we say it has nothing to do with us."
Vivien had already had an idea in her mind.
She stood up and spoke her thoughts seriously.
"Perhaps we should also look for a successor to the saint's will to join this competition for the position of true God."