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Blood Plague Stuen made the first move.

The blood river surged upward, rolling towards the shell of the Little Person in the Bottle’s consciousness projection.

The shadow behind the Little Person in the Bottle instantly rose, transforming into a terrifying spectral monster.

The pitch-black monster raised its hand, forming a horrifying force field that directly pressed down the blood river.

Then, its eyes burst with light, turning into beams that penetrated the blood river, evaporating large portions of it.

“Sizzle!

Sizzle!

Sizzle!

Sizzle!

”As the blood river evaporated, it was accompanied by a piercing sound.

Blood Plague Stuen let out a roar, and the blood river coagulated and transformed, swallowing his figure once again.

From the viscous blood, a monster similar to a Wing Demon spread its wings and soared into the sky.

“Hiss!

”The monster spat out a black-red viscous venom from its mouth, which landed on the giant spectral body.

Surprisingly, this venom affected even the incorporeal specter.

Immediately, the spectral body began to mutate, with black patches growing continuously.

At this moment, Lan, the Sage of Truth, also made a timely move.

The nearly hundred-meter-tall Divine Grace Puppet Giant threw a punch, carrying intense psychic ripples that tore open one rift after another in the terrifying spectral body.

The powers of the three intertwined, producing a thunderous sound.

The earth rumbled and shook.

“Boom~”A deafening noise.

The entire castle crumbled weakly, as if it had been built of sand.

Surrounding buildings also collapsed in droves, and the whole God-Descended City seemed to jump for a moment.

The spectral body let out a great laugh: “It’s useless, this specter of mine won’t be so easily killed.

”As streams of colorful light spread out, the spectral body repaired itself, returning to its original state.

“This won’t do!

”“We can’t keep fighting like this in God-Descended City.

”The Sage of Truth’s expression immediately changed.

He quickly split the Divine Grace Puppet into separate entities,Transforming them into monster heads made of noodles.

They had eyes made of sugar cubes, and through the transparent eyes, one could see the flowing paste inside.

The noodle brain monsters could fly on their own, attacking the terrifying spectral body from above.

When the paste inside the noodle brain monsters’ heads shook, they could emit psychic fields, nullifying the Original Sin light beams shot from the spectral body’s eyes.

The eyes of the noodle brain monsters could also fire divine technique-condensed light rings to bind the spectral body.

In an instant, it was as if an entire army had launched an assault on the spectral body.

“Little Person in the Bottle, Anhofus.

”“You didn’t stay put on your Sacred Mountain, and you dare to come out.

”“Today, I’ll teach you a lesson first.

”“One day, I’ll storm the Sacred Mountain and eradicate you, you deformed monster.

”Soon, he was met with mockery from the Little Person in the Bottle.

“Lan, what big words are you speaking?

”“You, teach me a lesson?

”“You only have one mythical organ, while my myth far surpasses yours.

”The shell possessed by the Little Person in the Bottle poked its head out from the spectral body, looking towards the two people in the sky who were continuously attacking him from their aerial advantage.

“You think that by flying into the sky, I have no way to deal with you?

”The Little Person in the Bottle, facing the attacks from Blood Plague Stuen in his flying state and the noodle brain monsters below, leaped up and floated towards the sky.

Specters themselves could fly, or rather, they could move effortlessly through the air as if it were solid ground.

The black spectral body charged into the sky, stirring up violent gusts of wind that swept across the entire God-Descended City.

With one collision, it destroyed seven or eight noodle brain monsters.

Then it slammed fiercely into Stuen’s Wing Demon form, tearing half of Blood Plague Stuen’s body apart.

But as Stuen’s Wing Demon form let out a hiss, his half-body immediately swelled back.

The “Wing Demon” bit down hard on the spectral body, tearing off a large chunk of the black shadow body.

The Little Person in the Bottle showed no fear at all, instead taunting Stuen.

“Come on!

”“You undying monster, let’s see who can kill the other today.

”“Prove who is truly immortal, truly undying and indestructible.

”The spectral body immediately wanted to counterattack, but a dozen or so noodle brains around it emitted waves of light rings, tightly entangling its body.

Lan: “Binding Light Rings.

”These light rings prevented his counterattack, leaving him only able to endure being torn and pulled by Stuen’s Wing Demon form.

This immediately made the Little Person in the Bottle feel incredibly irritated, and he quickly turned back to glare at the noodle brain monsters in the sky with his terrifying eyes.

“Damned insects.

”“Damned mortals.

”The spectral body let out an angry roar, its eyes bursting forth with beams of light shooting towards the sky.

The noodle brain monsters immediately used psychic fields to neutralize them.

The light beams and fields intertwined, dissolving into each other.

But those Original Sin light beams came in wave after wave, as if they cost nothing, raining down towards the sky.

Yet the Sage of Truth Lan’s noodle brain monsters couldn’t match such abundant power, constantly bursting psychic fields in an instant.

One by one, noodle brain monsters were struck, melting away under the Original Sin light.

Sage of Truth Lan: “Spread out!

”The dense mass of noodle brain monsters immediately dispersed, flying towards higher altitudes.

At this point, the spectral body had also broken free from its restraints and once again began to attack Stuen’s Wing Demon form.

Stuen immediately released the spectral body at the right moment and darted towards higher ground.

“You two.

”“Die for me.

”The Little Person in the Bottle, Anhofus, had never experienced such rage before.

He immediately commanded the spectral body to pursue the noodle brain monsters and the “Wing Demon” high above.

The three terrifying beings broke through the cloud layer in the sky one after another, appearing above the sea of clouds.

This was exactly what the Sage of Truth Lan had intended, wanting to lure the Little Person in the Bottle and Blood Plague Stuen out of the city.

Under Lan’s deliberate guidance, the battle between the three became increasingly fierce.

And they moved further and further away from God-Descended City.

But the Sage of Truth Lan gradually discovered that his psychic power was being depleted.

The toll on his power from this intense battle was beyond comprehension.

Unlike him, the two monsters before him seemed to possess unlimited power.

As noodle brain monsters were destroyed one after another, Lan’s psychic power could no longer condense new noodle brain monsters.

In the end, only a dozen or so noodle brain monsters remained.

Particularly, one of them still concealed Lan’s true body, which was also the core of Lan’s power.

The Little Person in the Bottle also noticed this situation and immediately changed his main target from Blood Plague to the Sage of Truth Lan.

He wanted to kill the Sage of Truth Lan first, then turn back to teach Blood Plague Stuen a lesson.

The giant spectral body directly opened its mouth, and the Original Sin light instantly bloomed into countless beams penetrating the clouds and sky.

In an instant, most of Lan’s noodle brain monster puppets were destroyed.

The noodle brain monster concealing Lan’s true body was also frantically dodging the Original Sin light beams, appearing somewhat flustered.

Had it not been for the other puppets blocking several hits, Lan would have been struck immediately.

However, this maneuver also revealed to the Little Person in the Bottle where Lan’s true body was hiding.

It let out a delighted snicker, saying mockingly.

“Hahahahahaha!

”“Lan!

”“You, the Sage of the Temple of Truth, are likely to die here today.

”It let out a loud cry, eagerly saying.

“Mortals.

”“Feel the power from myth, and the despair bestowed upon you by the God of Knowledge!

”“Watch how your strongest, the pinnacle of mortals, is utterly defenseless before myth!

”The Little Person in the Bottle once again accumulated power, blasting towards the direction where Lan was fleeing.

But at this moment, Stuen, transformed into his Wing Demon form, suddenly spread his wings, blocking those beams of Original Sin light.

This allowed Lan to successfully escape, falling from the sky towards the ground.

The Little Person in the Bottle was furious.

For it, this great battle was like a game.

But earlier, when it was about to strike back, it was firmly held back, which was enough to make it angry.

This time, just as it was about to cut off the enemy’s head, it was thwarted by another person.

This turn of events infuriated it beyond measure.

“Stuen,” it called out.

“Why did you save him?

Are you also aligned with the Temple of Truth?

”“You undying monster, why are you playing the good guy?

”The spectral body launched attacks on Stuen one after another, and the Wing Demon form of Stuen had more than half of its body scattered into a blood river.

But soon the blood river gathered together again, reforming into a human shape.

He didn’t retreat at all, directly engaging in counterattacks with the spectral body in human form.

He grabbed onto the spectral body with one hand, directly causing the spectral body to begin mutating from ethereal to substantial, then continuously growing until it collapsed.

As the other side of the spectral body attacked, he transformed into a blood light, circling around.

His other hand pressed directly onto the spectral body’s head, the power of mutation corroding into the spectral body’s interior.

But as the spectral body burst forth with a wave of colorful light, it immediately returned to its original state.

“It’s useless.

”“My psychic power is infinite, this spectral body is something you cannot destroy.

”Stuen transformed into a Wing Demon again, once more beginning a battle of attrition with the Little Person in the Bottle.

Neither could kill the other, neither could overcome the other.

The only path forward was to wear down the opponent until their power was utterly spent.

Meanwhile, the Sage of Truth Lan plummeted to the ground outside God-Descended City.

Within moments, members of the Priest Corps and a large contingent of soldiers poured out of the city, rushing towards Lan’s landing site.

Lan gazed at the sky, his voice barely above a whisper.

“So this is the power of myth…”Those two monsters now resembled evil incarnations of deities, their strength beyond mortal comprehension.

To the common folk, their battle appeared as a cataclysmic event, nature’s fury unleashed.

But for the two locked in combat, this battle could be called tedious, a sentiment Lan also perceived.

There was no thrill, no excitement.

Because neither could kill the other, neither could gain the upper hand.

At this point, the battle felt like two children taking turns throwing pebbles at each other.

They were waiting to see who would tire first, or who would become bored first.

That would signal the end.

There was no mortal peril, nor any foreseeable conclusion.

The more this continued, the deeper Lan’s sense of foreboding grew.

With such formidable monsters appearing in this world, how could the Trilobite Men hope to stand against them?

“Blood Plague Stuen and the God of Knowledge,” Lan mused.

“From where does their seemingly infinite power spring?

”Even now, the Sage of Truth Lan struggled to comprehend the true nature of the Little Person in the Bottle and Blood Plague Stuen.

He couldn’t fathom how the Little Person in the Bottle had ascended to a mythical form, or why Blood Plague Stuen could match him blow for blow for so long.

Vivien led the Priest Corps members to Lan’s side.

When she saw him, relief washed over her face.

“Master!

” she exclaimed.

“Are you alright?

”Lan shook his head, his gaze still fixed on the sky.

“I’m fine.

”The group huddled around Lan, their eyes drawn to the celestial battle between the monster and the demon.

The black shadow writhed among the clouds, beams of light constantly piercing the misty veil.

The terrifying monster shifted forms continuously, morphing from a winged demon to a human shape, then to a blood river tightly coiled around its foe.

The members of the Priest Corps on the ground watched in stunned silence, their eyes wide and mouths agape.

The commoners and nobles in God-Descended City trembled even more intensely under this display of power.

If the Sage of Truth Lan hadn’t lured these two monsters out of God-Descended City, and they had clashed within its walls…The scene was too horrifying to contemplate.

Vivien’s voice quavered as she asked, “Master, who do you think will emerge victorious?

”The Sage of Truth Lan replied, “If nothing unexpected occurs, Blood Plague Stuen should prevail.

”But he immediately retracted his words.

“No, neither will win.

”“The time limit for that demon’s consciousness projection should be nearly exhausted.

It will have to return to the Ghost City on the Sacred Mountain soon.

”Indeed, just as the Sage of Truth Lan had predicted, the sky began to lighten.

The spectral body composed of dark shadows dissipated bit by bit, finally collapsing into a rotting, foul-smelling corpse.

One consciousness projection, and one High Priest of the Ghost Cult was no more.

The corpse uttered its final words: “Lester, I’ll be waiting for you in the Ghost City.

”Then it plummeted from the sky, crashing to the ground and melting into a pool of black sludge.

Blood Plague Stuen didn’t linger either, vanishing into the distance along with the Little Person in the Bottle’s departure.

His destination remained a mystery.

Perhaps he was headed to the Sacred Mountain and the surroundings of the Ghost City to make preparations, or maybe he intended to strike at the followers of the “God of Knowledge” in other cities.

When the dust settled, the Sage of Truth Lan finally turned his attention back to immediate concerns.

“What of the other two High Priests of the Ghost Cult?

”He suddenly remembered something else.

“Oh right, the spirit…”He glanced around at the others, slightly altering his original words.

“Where’s the leader of the Spirit Performance Troupe?

”Vivien had already taken care of everything in the city.

“The remaining two High Priests of the Ghost Cult escaped in the chaos.

The leader of the Spirit Performance Troupe is unharmed; she had already returned earlier.

”Hearing this, the Sage of Truth Lan nodded, finally allowing himself to relax slightly.

But his worried gaze soon turned towards the Sacred Mountain, towards God-Servant City which had fallen years ago.

The younger generation born in recent years was gradually forgetting the once prosperous, abundant, and sacred Sacred Mountain and God-Servant City.

In their memories, it was now the demon’s Ghost City.

A realm of horror, evil, and death.

“Its ambitions are growing,” Lan said gravely, “and it’s becoming increasingly unhinged.

”“We must find a way to contain it, even destroy it.

”Lan paused, his expression darkening further.

“If we fail,” he continued, his voice heavy with foreboding, “it will undoubtedly become the catastrophe that annihilates us all.

”—————–God-Descended City.

Good Night Inn.

Members of the Spirit Performance Troupe stood atop their trailers or at the entrance of the inn, their heads craned upwards, watching the titanic battle unfold in the distance.

Everyone stared in awe, their jaws slack with disbelief.

Ordinary people had never witnessed such a terrifying spectacle.

The most formidable figures they had encountered before were the three Seal Priests who had appeared in the Good Night Inn earlier.

But those three were utterly insignificant compared to the cosmic clash above.

They would likely be obliterated in an instant by the beings in the sky, as easily as one might crush an insect.

“Ah!

” Spirit Simila exclaimed, cupping her face in her hands.

“How terrifying!

”She hadn’t expected that little person to wield such immense power, yet she felt that mythical beings should indeed be this formidable.

But for the spirit, all she could do was marvel at the sheer scale of the confrontation.

The spirits dwelling in God’s realm lacked a clear understanding of the gradations of power.

They had witnessed divine artifacts that transformed into suns, and beheld the God’s moon formed from the Crown of Wisdom and God’s Grace Stone.

Compared to such fundamental divine artifacts and power, everything else seemed trivial.

Rather than raw power, spirits preferred to compete in other areas.

Literary talent, perhaps?

Skinny Tall Guy watched the invincible spectral body composed of dark shadows, his hands trembling with fear.

“We were only a few hundred meters from that monster earlier?

And we were going to rush towards it to save someone?

”Little Clever nodded, patting his shoulder reassuringly.

“That’s right!

”“When you made that decision to save someone earlier, I was truly impressed.

”“Skinny Tall Guy, I’ve discovered for the first time how brave you really are.

”Spirit Simila turned back to face them.

“If you had known the enemy was this terrifying, would you still have come to save me?

”Giant rubbed his head sheepishly.

“We didn’t think that far ahead.

”“But our Troupe Leader was taken.

No matter who it was, we just have one word.

”“Fight them!

”Little Clever turned back, his hand on his forehead.

“That’s two words.

”The tall, muscular Trilobite Man nicknamed Giant added: “Then it’s fight!

”Little Clever: “That’s three words.

”Giant said seriously: “I said ‘fight’.

”Little Clever grinned mischievously.

Only then did Giant realize he was being teased, and angrily tried to chase him.

The two ran circles around the parked trailers, their laughter a stark contrast to the earlier tension.

Skinny Tall Guy chuckled and said, “Actually, for us, priests, demons, they’re all about the same.

”“They’re all forces beyond our ability to handle.

”“But even if we lack power, we do have courage and wisdom.

”He paused, his expression growing serious.

“We couldn’t just stand by and watch our Troupe Leader being taken away without doing anything.

”After speaking, Skinny Tall Guy nudged another Spirit Performance Troupe member beside him.

“Right, Magician?

”The Magician replied coolly: “Mm!

”Spirit Troupe Leader Simila jumped down from the trailer and addressed everyone present.

“Thank you all, truly.

”Although such a terrifying event had occurred, God-Descended City returned to its usual bustle and vitality the next day.

As the sun rose, shops along the streets opened their doors one by one.

People went about their daily routines, heading to workshops and markets as if nothing had happened.

No matter how great the threat, for ordinary folk, life had to go on.

Everything had to move forward.

The members of the Spirit Performance Troupe also began preparing for their next performance, a show for all the residents of God-Descended City.

“It’s time,” Simila announced.

“Let’s make up for our missed Wish Festival special performance.

”Spirit Simila’s voice rang out, addressing everyone present: “This time, we’re going to perform ‘The Prince of the Moon’.

”The Prince of the Moon was none other than Yesael himself.

Yesael’s name meant moonlight, and the story of ‘The Prince of the Moon’ recounted his life before he became king.

King Yesael’s life was a tapestry of excitement and tragedy.

However, if one focused solely on the first half of his life, it could be described as nothing short of magical and enviable.

He was the most beloved youngest son of the First King Redlichia.

Born with the Wisdom Ability, he possessed the spirit and courage of a legendary hero.

He entered the world in the God-Given Land under the watchful gaze of deities.

As a youth, he received the power of the Ruhe beast directly from God.

He was also the first to venture beyond the God-Given Land and establish an underwater city.

It was Yesael who discovered the Origin Site and founded the grand God-Descended City.

Within the city’s walls, King Yesael’s legacy was inescapable.

His influence permeated every corner, touching the lives of all who dwelled there.

Although the sands of time had worn away many memories, the legacy of Yesael remained indelibly imprinted on the hearts of the people.

“The Prince of the Moon” was a fairy tale puppet show for children, carefully omitting the darker and more tragic aspects of Yesael’s life.

This was the grandest performance the Spirit Performance Troupe had ever undertaken, so they chose to hold it in the hall converted from the old site of the Yinsai Temple in God-Descended City.

With the emergence of the Weaving Temple replacing the Yinsai Temple, the priests had long since moved to the other side of God-Descended City.

This place had gradually become a ceremonial hall.

Important rituals, ceremonies, festival celebrations, and receptions were all held here.

The Spirit Performance Troupe easily rented this venue, using the ancient temple as a backdrop for their grand puppet show.

They used life-sized puppets, adorned the hall with exquisite painted canvases, and amplified the voices with metal horns.

The spirit and the puppeteers controlled everything from the stone beams above the great hall, bringing this performance to life.

Finally, it was time for the show to begin.

In the hall, the spirit peered through a gap in the heavy velvet curtains.

Beyond, a vast sea of eager faces stretched as far as the eye could see.

Not only were all the seats filled, but the streets were also packed with crowds.

Many street vendors, attracted by the gathering, were hawking their wares.

The spirit troupe’s performance at the new king’s coronation ceremony had spread throughout God-Descended City, so this grand turnout was not unexpected.

The spirit turned back to address everyone.

“It’s time to start!

”“Is everyone ready?

”“We’re all ready,” the Spirit Performance Troupe members responded one by one.

“Let’s begin!

Do your best!

” the spirit leader encouraged everyone.

The curtains opened.

On the stage, with the palace as a backdrop, appeared the puppets of Yesael and the King of Wisdom, Redlichia, wearing the Crown of Wisdom.

From birth, Yesael was endowed with wisdom and knowledge by Redlichia, and the King of Wisdom even took him to meet the God Yinsai.

As soon as the show began, the audience erupted in excitement.

Everyone gazed at the young King Yesael, deeply moved.

“King Yesael.

”“So this is King Yesael!

”“The chosen one, the most beloved youngest son of the First King, the divinely appointed heir to the Crown of Wisdom.

”Everyone aspired to be someone like Yesael, not just for his achievements, but for his incredibly noble birth and background.

Describing him as “the chosen one” was certainly not an exaggeration.

From his earliest days, Yesael shone with a brilliance that set him apart.

His keen intellect, profound wisdom, and unwavering courage were evident in every action, every word.

He received the God-given Ruhe beast, gaining control over this giant creature that inherited the power and bloodline of the Mother of Life.

Yet he showed no fear of this terrifying monster, instead making it his companion and giving it a name.

On stage, the backdrop changed to a moonlit sea.

Yesael stood before the great sea, talking to a giant beast that occupied the entire canvas.

“My name is Yesael,” he said.

“It means moonlight, the glow of the moon when night falls, my mother’s favorite sight.

”“She gave me the most beautiful sight in the world, hoping I would become like moonlight.

”“Not fierce and blinding like the sun, but illuminating the earth like the moon.

”The Ruhe beast on the canvas remained motionless, but the Yesael puppet seemed very happy and excited.

Background voice: “Prince Yesael could sense everything about the giant beast through the Ruhe imprint.

”Yesael continued, “You don’t have a name?

”“Then let me give you one!

”The Yesael puppet addressed the Ruhe beast: “Nini!

”“Haha!

Your name will be Nini!

”“Let’s go into the sea together.

You’re so big and powerful, nothing in the sea can stand in your way.

”The puppet leaped onto the canvas, which began to move and recede.

“Wow!

”This scene looked as if Yesael was riding the Ruhe beast deep into the sea, disappearing into the distance.

Many children and even adults in the audience gazed longingly at the sight.

The dialogue in the puppet show came from real history, words spoken by the true Prince of the Moon.

These details weren’t even recorded in the “Yinsai Epic” or the “Hymn of the King of Wisdom.

”Only a being like the spirit could know so clearly what had happened in the past.

The Ruhe beast, once a symbol of royal power and strength, captured the imagination of all who beheld it.

Who hadn’t dreamed as a child of being a noble royal descendant, born with the ability to summon an invincible sea monster?

Watching the story of “The Prince of the Moon,” the children in the audience imagined themselves as the historical Prince of the Moon.

He was the noble youngest son of the First King, blessed with the love of the King of Wisdom and the blessings of God Yinsai.

It seemed as though he possessed everything this world had to offer.

The story progressed step by step.

The audience was gradually drawn in completely, as if they too had returned to that mythical era.

That age when gods and humans lived on the same land, that ancient and primordial world.

In a corner of the crowd below the stage sat a young Trilobite Man with a weathered demeanor and a priestess.

The Sage of Truth Lan and Vivien had also come here.

The spirit’s ease in renting this hall as a stage was partly due to Priestess Vivien’s approval.

The two quietly watched this puppet show, but unlike others, they knew that controlling everything on stage was a spirit from God’s realm.

For others, it was just watching a puppet show, but for these two, it was like witnessing the recreation of an ancient mythical epic.

Lan turned to his youngest student, his voice tinged with wonder and a hint of melancholy.

“Vivien, tell me.

Is this mere imagination, or did it all truly happen?

Did mortals really once live alongside God, basking in His gaze and attention?

”He paused, his eyes distant.

“And what of the Trilobite Men?

Was there truly an era when we were so favored by God, bathed in His divine grace?

”Vivien’s eyes shone with conviction as she replied, “It must be true, Master!

The ‘Hymn of the King of Wisdom’ records it thus, and even in the spirit’s story, it’s told the same way.

All of this proves that in the God-Given era, we did indeed live together with God, dwelling in His divine paradise.

”If it were a script written by someone else, perhaps much of it would be imagination.

But coming from a spirit of God’s realm, it was completely different.

Lan’s sigh was heavy with the weight of ages lost.

“When did it all slip through our fingers?

We once had everything.

We possessed the Crown of Wisdom, we were the masters of all in this world, we were God’s firstborn.

”His voice grew softer, tinged with regret.

“And now?

We’ve lost it all.

The Crown of Wisdom, the oceans, the Ruhe beasts.

Even the Yinsai Scepter, left to us by the King of Wisdom, has slipped from our grasp.

”Listening to this, Vivien also felt an inexplicable sadness and discomfort.

That feeling of loss was indescribable, beyond words.

Before Vivien could respond, Lan continued: “Let’s keep watching!

”On stage, the story had progressed.

Yesael, now grown, embarked on his adventures with his loyal followers.

He established Yesael City, now the capital of the Abyss Kingdom.

He crossed the endless sea and the Yesael Channel, arriving at the Origin Site with his adventure companions.

At this point, the story began to approach its conclusion.

He stood by the sea, looking at the village-like city he had just established, cheering with his companions.

“Origin Site.

”“This is our starting point on the continent, and the first city we’ve built.

”“In the future, we will build ten cities, a hundred cities.

”“We…”The excited Yesael and his followers spoke of their ideals, but suddenly the enthusiastic voice stopped abruptly.

Yesael’s voice became somewhat bewildered as he turned back to look into the depths of the sea.

“My King?

”His father, the great King of Wisdom Redlichia, was calling him from the distant God-Given Land.

The Prince of the Moon had to leave the Origin Site; he would return to the God-Given Land to accept the throne from the King of Wisdom.

Here, the story came to an end.

The children cheered, but the adults sighed.

They knew what happened after Yesael returned.

He became king, but also lost everything.

The passing of the First King Redlichia also marked the end of the God-Given era.

All Trilobite Men left the God-Given paradise, ushering in a new age.

As usual, after the story ended, the spirit came to the front of the stage.

She took out a mysterious box and chose the luckiest child.

The child received cheers, while the spirit obtained a beautiful wish dream.

The dream merged with the spirit’s power, transforming into a golden light imprinted in the corner of her golden robe.

At this moment, her golden robe was already filled with the imprints of wish dreams.

“Hehe!

”“I’ve finally succeeded.

”The spirit’s face lit up with a radiant smile, her eyes sparkling with satisfaction and joy.

The spirit’s final Light of Wishes had also condensed.

Once she returned to God’s realm, she would become the second fourth-level spirit.

But suddenly she remembered another important matter: “No, there’s still a very important thing I haven’t finished.

”“The Wish Festival!

”The spirit still hadn’t completed the mission given to her by Lady Hila, the divine messenger, to make the Wish Festival a holiday celebrated in all cities of Yinsai.