Chapter 68: The Returned Wanderer (please vote for the new book)
Tito looked at his friends drowned in the sea of flowers and couldn't describe his inner emotions.
I feel sad and regretful, but at the same time I am happy for Old Man Shihelei.
"Be able to find the answer you seek at the last moment of your life."
"It's also a kind of luck!"
When the afterglow of the sun in the distance disappeared from the sun line, he turned around and set off towards the temple.
The old man in Stonehelm found the answer he wanted, but Tito has not yet completed his mission.
Darkness fell little by little, and he walked forward on the broken stone road.
"La la la la la!"
"La la la la la!"
A sweet song came from the distance, as clear as the sound of a wind chime.
One after another, fairies wearing gorgeous golden blouses came across the sea of flowers with the wind and landed next to Tito.
They held lamps and lit 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, which was very similar to that of Polo, the messenger of God, he roughly understood their origin.
"We are the dream fairies, the guardians of the Garden of Gods."
"God sent us to pick you up."
"A guest from afar, Tito the poet of Hinsa."
The goblins, who had never seen anyone from outside, surrounded the poet curiously and danced around him.
Tito was shocked: "God... actually knows me too?"
The dream fairy laughed and said, "God knows everything."
Accompanied and guided by the Dream Fairy, Tito walked through the ruined city in the sea of flowers and arrived under the pyramid.
He saw the statue of Lederiki built by the second generation of King of Wisdom, His Highness Jeser. This great King of Wisdom stands under the pyramid of the gods, forever guarding the passage to the temple of the gods.
While Tito looked sideways at the statue, he stepped up the stairs step by step with a shocked expression.
A huge dream bubble enveloped the entire pyramid. When he walked through the bubble, he felt as if he had entered another world.
He moved his eyes away from the statue and found that he was already in the realm of dreams.
Countless colorful rainbow lights rotate above the bubbles, reflecting beautiful dreams one after another.
There is snow.
There are waves of wheat.
There is a summer night forest.
There are also flying over the sea of clouds.
They are all magnificent dreams that the poet has never seen before, dreams that do not belong to ordinary people.
He raised his head and looked towards the top of the pyramid. On both sides of the steps were statues of three-leaf men standing one after another, holding their lights high to illuminate the path to the sacred.
Step by step, he embarked on the pilgrimage.
The road that King Lederiki once walked, the road that King Jessel walked.
Now he has walked through it again.
Before he finally set foot in the temple, the stone pillars were carved with patterns that he couldn't understand, as if they were a fantasy scene from another world of gods.
The tall metal temple door reflects golden light, and the entire palace exudes a graceful and noble dark golden tone, with an ancient charm of vicissitudes.
Holding the cup of God, he crawled into the temple and moved 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 all things, the mother snail, and the legendary troll king Sally who has the appearance of a god.
As soon as he saw the other party, he instantly trembled involuntarily. Even though the other party looked like a harmless girl, the terrifying aura that towered over all giant monsters had already been deeply imprinted in the blood of every Sanye person.
middle.
On the right 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 dreams. One thing after another was born from the dream, as if the other party had inherited the power of the gods to create all things.
He also saw a stone statue kneeling on the side of the altar, which was their ancestor, King Lederiki, the origin of all wisdom.
Just as in the oral records, Lederiki finally died in front of the gods and stayed with the god Insai forever in the temple.
at last.
He saw the power of the eternal stars projecting down from the altar, and the overflowing light already made people feel the power of time. Time here would stand still due to the will of the gods.
He didn't dare to look any further.
He was afraid that the moment he looked directly at the gods, he would completely collapse.
"Great God Yinsai! Please accept the faith of the humble people of Xinsai!"
"Your messenger Polo died in eternal silence amid broken dreams on the seaside of the city where the gods descended. Following the guidance of the god's messenger, I embarked on the road back to the land given by the gods."
"now."
"Finally I'm in front of you."
The 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 God's Cup, but he didn't pay too much attention to it.
Instead, he looked at the poet Tito and spoke.
"Tito, do you still believe in fate?"
Tito was speechless for a moment, as if his heart was instantly pierced by these words.
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 destiny 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 the smile made Tito feel extremely at ease, which was the supreme praise of him.
When Tito left the temple of the gods, the gods were holding 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 just used this time to complete his myth.
At the foot of the temple, in the God-given city full of sun flowers, he carefully searched for traces left over from past history.
On the stone tablet, he found ancient stories from the past.
In the ruins, he found more facts that proved the legend.
In that original swamp of the ancestor fish, he even saw that the gift of the gods in the past allowed the three-leaf people to truly create a future.
He stood in front of a collapsed palace: "This is the former Palace of Wisdom, the palace that collapsed because Enns committed the crime of patricide?"
Several dream fairies accompanied him, guiding him in the direction while also looking for interesting playmates.
"yes!"
"yes!"
In this collapsed palace, he carefully explored and found fragments of the Lederiki writing tablet.
The poet danced with excitement, like a child who had received the most precious treasure in the world.
"It's a writing tablet."
The dream fairies thought the poet was crazy and gathered together to whisper.
"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 fairies, these things are just broken stones. They do not understand the history and lost glory of the three-leaf people.
They won't understand how Tito and all the Trileaf people want to find this back.
Tito knelt in front of the Palace of Wisdom, hugging the broken text slate tightly, tears falling from his blind eyes.