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"Star Spirit."

"Alas, if the sage hadn't taken out the knowledge of the little man in the bottle, the star spirit probably wouldn't have sensed it."

Miya of the Ring of Radiance sighed slightly: "The knowledge of the little man in the bottle belongs to the knowledge of the Creator, the terrifying power that created life. The Protoss will definitely not allow such knowledge to be leaked."

"Then why did you give it to me? You don't want to harm me." Cloya weighed the book in his hand. It was really heavy, probably hundreds of tons. If it wasn't a legend, it would be difficult to lift it.

"will not."

"Because you are a star spirit."

"Oh." Kroya was very calm. Why should he be upset after all this? The excitement just now was already enough for him.

Now he just wants to know...

"Is there any hope for Sage Miya?"

"I don't believe that Ilister would deliberately let Sage Mia take out this book and then be killed by the Protoss. She must have some other way."

The voice just fell.

There was a "bang" sound from the side.

The space seemed to shatter like glass. Iliste walked out with a gloomy face and an angry look on her face. The space storm was still lingering around her: "I do have some ideas."

The legendary wizard's face showed anger and gloom after her failed plan, but she had no sorrow of losing her "mother" at all - this clearly showed that she was very sure that her mother would not die.

"The Protoss prison isn't actually a bad thing."

"Those who can be imprisoned by the Protoss will not die. To be more precise, the Protoss will ensure that they are alive and will endure eternal punishment from the prison."

"My vitality cannot sustain my mother's survival for long. This is the only way, the only way to ensure her survival and ensure that I have time to find a way to save her."

After hearing what she said, Kloya frowned and said, "You and I have just seen the power of the Star Spirit. Can it really retrieve the imprisoned people from His prison?"

He said frankly: "I don't think it is very difficult at least now."

Ilister patted his shoulder, her tone a little tired: "So I will buy you some time, you continue with your work, obtain more laws, at least nothing will happen in the territory of the Star Council."

“There is never enough time for us.”

"Do not worry."

At this time, Hui Zhihuan Miya suddenly said: "You have something to worry about. Your pregnancy was not successful, which means that it is almost impossible for you to get promoted."

"If you want to protect Croa from the wind and rain, you must mature first."

"It is to complete your incomplete conception."

He looked at the book in Cloya's hand and said, "If my guess is correct, the materials needed by the little man in the bottle may have to be obtained from the gods."

“So I still have to read this book.”

"I really don't want to see it."

Croa pouted and slowly opened the book.

Countless characters immediately flew out from it, rushed into his mind one after another, and were completely integrated into his mental power.

He understood the knowledge of the book.

There is alchemy about the "Man in the Bottle" that was stolen from the Protoss, or from the Creator, to truly create life.

To be fair.

Very complicated.

It was a level of complexity he had never seen before.

But after he finished reading it thoroughly, his expression changed a little, and he didn't keep the secret: "Life cannot come out of thin air. The power of the little man in the bottle requires not only an extremely powerful energy source."

He looked at Miya, and then continued: "We also need the life stream of the etheric world - that is a special power that exists deep in the etheric world, and it can only flow out from humans."

"That is, the ether rift disease."

The wizard lowered his head and looked at the mark on his arm.

"So I'm wondering why so many people are suddenly suffering from the Aether Fissure Disease, and whether it has anything to do with the method of making the little man in the bottle."

——Of course, this does not mean that there is something wrong with Sage Miya, but rather whether there is anyone who wants to mass-produce the little men in the bottle. You should know that there is a little man in the bottle in front of you.

Her talents and abilities are terrifying.

"You mean you suspect someone is mass-producing bottled figures." Iliste shook her head. "That's impossible. Now all the known star realms have chains of laws left by the emperor and the speaker of the parliament."

"Even I am subject to the constraints of the Council President."

"We are incomplete beings after all."

Croa disagreed, "I hope you can investigate. I will continue to collect fragments of the Ark in the continent of Semrio and help the teacher complete his transformation."

"Okay." Iliste nodded: "Then I will leave first. If you have any problems, you can always come to me."

"Ah."

After watching Ilister leave, Kloa looked at Mia and said, "Teacher, I will continue to collect fragments of the Ark from the gods on the continent of Semrio. You must complete your transformation and remove the shackles."

“That’s the only way I can feel safe.”

Even he had to admit that the pressure brought to him by the Star Spirit was enormous. Only the teacher could deal with such a terrifying existence after completing further transformation.

Also, the transformation of the Ring of Glory can perfect Ilister's imperfections.

But Mia looked at Kloya, her platinum eyes filled with mist: "You haven't explained something clearly. Is there something wrong with the knowledge of the little man in the bottle that is inconvenient to tell Iliste?"

When facing Mia, Croa did not hide anything.

"Yes."

"The little man in the bottle is the product of alchemy. It can be constantly improved. You know... the more streams there are, the greater the existence will be."

Mia shook her head: "Now this knowledge is in your hands. As long as you can control yourself, there will be no problem. As for Ilister, she won't do that."

He approached Croa and gently kissed the latter on the forehead: "Don't worry, you are already a legend, and with the help of me and the Void God, this incident happened unexpectedly."

"Didn't you come to Semrio Continent to rest?"

"Just go beat up a few gods and find the fragments while you rest."

It was said lightly, but Cloea really cared about it.

Croa said helplessly: "You know, although this happened very suddenly, since the sage chose to appear at this time, there must be a reason. Otherwise, with her help, can Eurydice really destroy the Mother Earth?"

"What does it matter?" Miya asked back, "We have all seen too many things. It doesn't matter. You should be familiar with the legendary concept of time, which is calculated in hundreds or even thousands of years."

"Ok."

"You convinced me, but I hope you can think more rationally. You must be sad about the departure of Sage Miya, but it's only temporary. Believe me." Miya smiled happily, "Of course, I will always believe in you... Well, I still have to attend a concert with Xu Shen. Just summon me when you need me."

He casually drew a circular space portal, walked into it, and disappeared.

Croa watched Him leave.

Narrow your eyes slightly.

"Are we going to visit the gods? Let me think about who to attack first."

"Wait, did I forget something else?"

……

The earth veins are flowing.

With the help of the Rainbow Sword given by Kloya, Bevocelis easily suppressed the Dark Dragon which was originally difficult to deal with. She even had to hold back her strength, otherwise she would have killed it accidentally.

She hadn't expected that in just how long? A few decades? Less than a hundred years, Croa had become so powerful, like the child of destiny in myths and legends.

"What are you thinking about?"

At this moment, a figure in a robe appeared beside her, and he stretched out his finger and waved gently at the Dark Dragon in the distance.

The platinum halo was woven into a ring, which formed a cocoon, easily wrapping the entire Darklight Dragon inside, and then fell onto the wizard's white palm.

"...Ring of Glory."

"You... Master Croa, that is..." the Ring of Glory, right?
Bev Celis was stunned.

"Yeah." Croa said casually. The scars on his arms were very noticeable, but what was even more noticeable was him as a person. He had a warm smile on his face. "That's my teacher."

In the past, he had to rely on keeping secrets to protect his safety, but what else did he need now? He was strong enough, so nothing would be a problem.

Mia of Radiant Ring is his teacher.

It's right here.

Who else dares to come and snatch it?

He held the small ball containing the Darklight Dragon in his hand, raised his head slightly and glanced around. The legends and dragons were all paying attention to this side, looking at the small ball in his hand.

"Everyone."

"My name is Chloe."

"I hope you will remember me - the northern border of the Kingdom of Norlant is my territory. All the mages, knights and everything in it are under my command."

He smiled at the legends around him, looked at the Dark Dragon in his hand, stretched out his finger and gently poked the dragon.

A white and blue silk thread stretched out, gradually expanding as it stretched, and eventually turned into a flowing vein of the earth.

"The ley lines are really troublesome."

"Why did this have to happen to me on my vacation?"

"You must make it up to me."

Croa muttered to himself at the sky, the magic power in his hands continued to flow. He used the Dark Lantern as a tool and began to piece together the earth veins again, suppressing them with the power of "Poem of Rainbow". The process was very easy.

He felt the scars of the earth.

The pain of the rupture in the earth's veins echoed in his cracks.

He didn't even need to do anything deliberately to know what needed to be repaired and what needed to be improved. The whole earth was echoing in his heart.

In the process, he inevitably sensed the authority that the Mother Earth once controlled, which was the special law bestowed upon her by the generous "world consciousness".

The growth of all things, the emergence of plants and trees, and even death are all under the control of these laws and divine authority. If the earth veins are incomplete, these authorities may not even be able to function.

The dead will remain in the human world, and all wronged souls will try to escape the pursuit of Kreha, the goddess of the underworld, causing a lot of trouble.

He could even sense that there were many souls that had died in the war but were trapped here by the earth. Those souls were sleeping in the arms of the earth and resting in the jewel-carved water lilies.

Among them were some people he was somewhat familiar with.

——The inevitable casualties of the “epic” set off by William.

Of course he has his reasons.

"I didn't expect that Mother Earth was still holding you hostage."

"Well... that's good."

Croix drove away the doorbird's quill, freed the souls, and used her own sunlight to protect them as they journeyed to the world of the living, while writing:
"The merciful wizard discovered the soul hidden deep in the earth."

"Those souls who couldn't say goodbye to their families, couldn't leave, couldn't let go."

"So he gave these souls a choice - go, to the world of the living, carrying the emblem condensed from my light. Before the sun sets, before the earth stabilizes, the world of the living will also be your home."

"After the eternal farewell, the goddess of the underworld will open the door for you, allowing you to continue into the embrace of the rainbow light and embark on another journey."

As he wrote this, the world consciousness appeared helplessly beside him, and a gentle breeze blew into Cloya's ears: "I want to give you the laws of the earth as a price, but the dead should not stay in the world of the living."

Croa did not stop, his tone calm: “But I think, and I will protect those souls, and I will stop them, and I am even willing to give a reward to every soldier who dies because of me.

The dead are gone, but the living must continue to live.

Those sun badges are the amulets I gave them, and they are also what I ask of you, my friends... I don't want anyone to bully their families.

Otherwise I’ll be very angry.”

"..."

I was actually threatened!
The world consciousness was almost speechless by Kloya's words, but it was still willing to do it, because if it weren't for the epic of destroying gods that Kloya had set off, those damn gods would still be lingering on.

So it accepted it gladly: "Of course, all those who receive your badge will be protected by me, and life will no longer be cruel to them."

"That's good."

Croa let go of the quill in her hand and closed the book with a click. "Who do you want me to visit next? Or who has enough Ark fragments?"

"Goddess of Wisdom."

"The divine blessing where He is..."

Before the world consciousness could finish its words, Kloya had already left, taking his good friend with him, and handed over all the finishing work of the Yavana Holy Mine to it.

"..."

"Why do I feel like a different person?"

The world consciousness couldn't help but mutter a few words, but it was a little dazed. It didn't want Kloya to leave. It seemed that it only existed when it was with Kloya.

It decided to wait until things here were completely dealt with before continuing to wander around with Cloya. Perhaps its world would have some other colors? (End of this chapter)