Comprehensive network wizard, magic emperor.

Chapter 298 Resurrection by Bestowal of a Name, Return of the Gods

While clearing out the main city of the evil offspring, Lin Bo accumulated a massive amount of killing experience. Combined with the rewards from world bosses and purgatory missions, the accumulated experience points were enough to level up twice.

He sat cross-legged on the mound in the center of the temple. Sunlight streamed in through the round porthole at the end of the woods. Pale dust rising from the surface of the mound floated in the beam of light, entering his nostrils with the mage's steady breathing, bringing him a faint, bitter taste of mud and grime.

The temple doors were closed, and the interior was silent. Even the little seagulls were dozing off like statues.

Lin Bo focused his mind on his own mental field and paid no attention to the sights and sounds of the outside world.

The first upgrade of the day has begun.

The new trait of the Lv13 True Name Mage is to bestow a True Name. All things and all kinds of beings have True Names, but a unique True Name can distinguish an individual from the group, making them a unique existence in the universe.

Lin Bo still remembers when he upgraded to Lv2 and gained the self-naming trait. At that time, he entered a meditative state and glimpsed his true name rune in the emptiness of his mind and the purity of silence.

At the time, he didn't feel that he had "created" the rune. Rather, the true name spontaneously "emerged" from the mage's past experiences and future destiny, and all Lin Bo did was see its existence.

Lin Bo realized that bestowing a true name is an extension of the self-naming characteristic. He cannot create a true name for all things out of thin air, but only help all things see themselves clearly, and through the words of the sorcerer, reveal the true name of the hidden self of all things.

In his mind, Lin Bo's consciousness looked up at the sky, where the magical power emanating from the bronze moon rune poured down like a waterfall, falling at his feet and forming a bright pool.

He looked down at the pool, but there wasn't a single reflection on the mirror-like surface.

With a thought, Lin Bo recalled his past. These complex emotions transformed into a series of illusions in his mind, all of which fell into the pool and became reflections on the surface. Beneath the surface, the shimmering light refracted by the reflections slowly condensed, forming a complex dragon language rune, which was none other than Lin Bo's true name, "Copper Moon".

The moon reflected in the water mirrored the moon in the sky. Lin Bo rediscovered his true name, a discovery he made through his own efforts.

He poured his past into the pool, where it was refined and solidified into true name runes.

These fleeting moments of the past distinguished him from the larger categories of humankind.

At this moment, Lin Bo also knew how to bestow a true name. He needed to explore the history and destiny of things, manifest these scenes in his mind, and then put them into the pool of spell power to refine them, and finally condense them into a talisman.

On the mound inside the Temple of Enlightenment, the mage who had been sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed opened them. He opened his senses, letting the earthy smell fill his nostrils. These smells were mixed with fragmented dragon language murmurs, which came from the spirits of fallen gods.

It tells the story of how prophets and monks throughout history walked, practiced, and prayed within this temple, burying a steady stream of ashes into the mound, chanting scriptures, offering blessings, shedding tears, wiping them away, and then shedding more tears.

Lin Bo pressed his palm against the soil, feeling the warm touch of the soil particles, mixed with fine bone-like sand. Over the past six centuries, the Night Guards and Goddess believers who sacrificed their lives buried their ashes in this mound, becoming one with the last earth.

The ashes spoke clearly and loudly. The bones of soldiers who sacrificed themselves for righteousness, the bones of civilians wavering between faith and fear, the bones of children who died young, the bones of good people, sinners, celebrities, and teachers. Humans, elves, dwarves, and all races, beasts, birds, and insects.

They recount their causes of death and cremation experiences, the bodies quietly bathed in the flames of burning. As for the life stories of the ashes' owners, they have long been lost with the decay of flesh and blood.

The spirit within Lin Bo captured the miraculous power emanating from the mound. This magical energy carried even more ancient memories and the experiences of the Earth Goddess.

Six centuries ago, an asteroid carrying the god Quincas broke through the atmosphere.

Given the sheer size of the asteroid, the impact of its fall could have shattered the planet, plunging the world back to the Archean geological era.

The goddess of abundance supported the earth's skeleton, preventing the shockwave from spreading and absorbing kinetic energy by softening the crust, while the evil star pierced into the earth's core.

The sharp, explosive tearing pain remains vivid in my memory, lingering in the magical aura, like having my heart ripped out alive.

Quincas's tentacles spread along the mantle, extending to every corner of the planet. The goddess of fertility mustered her remaining strength and clashed with the abominations of the gods in her lava form, but ultimately met her defeat and demise.

All these experiences and memories transformed into a long and magnificent vision, manifesting in the monk's mind.

Lin Bo threw them one by one into the spell pool. The layers upon layers of reflections refracted the water waves and gradually condensed into a living rune, which was even more complex than the dragon language.

It possesses a vitality, with each stroke as winding as a coastline, exhibiting infinitely divisible characteristics, and retaining ample detail even when magnified infinitely.

It cannot be depicted on ordinary mediums, but it can be roughly broken down into a set of geometric equations, reconstructed in the mind through imagination, and thus it can be contained. This is a higher-level magical language.

The true name rune is a trinity of meaning, pronunciation, and form, so the moment Lin Bo saw it, he heard the pronunciation of the name in his heart.

The sound is as complex as the written form. If it were broken down into syllables that humans can pronounce, it would probably take billions of words to exhaust it. And the combined pronunciation surpasses the physiological limits of any race.

Lin Bo can manipulate his vocal cords to produce obscure and difficult dragon language through mantra manipulation, but he could never use his own flesh and blood to utter this high-level magical word.

His professional level upgrades are still ongoing.

A new trait gained by Lv14 True Name Mages is called "Soul Tongue," which allows them to speak in languages ​​that transcend the limits of their physical structure. This ability is essential for studying higher-level magical languages.

The vocal organ of the "soul's tongue" is not in the throat, nor in the spirit, but in the true name rune of Lin Bo himself.

After acquiring the "True Name Echo" trait, it constantly recites its own name to ensure that Lin Bo never forgets his true name.

Now, the chanting of the Copper Moon Rune has become more diverse, like a mental loudspeaker, reciting Lin Bo's thoughts and triggering a resonant response of magical power.

Lin Bo stared at the high-level runes at the bottom of the water, memorizing their pronunciation. Then, the bronze moon rune deep in his mind trembled slightly, and the surrounding spell power spread like ripples on water, blooming with a soft call.

“(Magic language) Greta.”

This is the forgotten true name of the goddess of earth's abundance; she died, and death caused her to lose her own existence.

The fall of God is not the end; He can return when the time is right.

Such regressions often require assistance.

Many deities have been completely forgotten and will never be resurrected because their followers have all left. But even with believers praying day and night, it is by no means easy to find one's lost self.

Only the True Name Master was able to find the true name of the god so easily.

The meaning of this true name is the divinity of the goddess of earth's abundance, her past and future, her thoughts and destiny.

The remaining power in the mound suddenly quieted down, as if it knew that a certain moment was about to arrive. It had repeatedly begged Lin Bo to give it a true name. Now that the true name had been found, it waited for the mage to reveal it.

The voice of the soul can be uttered silently in the heart, or it can be transmitted to reality to communicate with all things.

Lin Bo opened and closed his lips, exhaling a breath.

A winding, layered, and distant murmur echoed in the void, as if it came from beyond the world.

“(Magic language) Greta.”

The voice echoed and gradually faded away. The mound beneath him suddenly collapsed, but the dust still supported the monk's body. In the sunlight, the mud rose like a living snake, swirling and circling in the air.

Suddenly, the surrounding trees began to weep, seeping out a light drizzle that gathered in the swirling soil, where the mud and water mingled and shaped into a tall woman.

The soil transformed into her flesh and blood, her eyes and hair; the soil sprouted lush green grass and trees, naturally weaving into magnificent seasonal garments; and the extracted ashes were forged into a sturdy yet light pale armor.

Above the heavens, the earth deity, who had perished six centuries ago, returned from oblivion through the voice of the sorcerer.

"Hello, Son of Power, successor of the Ancients. I am Greta, the former goddess of the earth and fertility, now the daughter of nature's vengeance, and I am happy to serve you."

The earth spirit greeted the monk with warm, earthly words, bowing its head in reverence.

(End of this chapter)