Comprehensive network wizard, magic emperor.

Chapter 299 Strange Phenomena, Ancient Sage Information, True Name of the Earth
When Grietta returned, the ancient trees in the Temple of Enlightenment had shed all their sap. Their tears mixed with the pure soil and the ashes of all living beings, and were refined by the magical energy controlled by the gods, condensing into a tall body.

This is Greta's earthly incarnation.

She must present herself in this manner, and pay homage to the great in this form, otherwise it would be disrespectful.

When Lin Bo invoked the lost god's name, which had been sealed in death, she was reborn. After her birth, the surrounding trees gradually cracked and crumbled, like a pile of ancient artifacts turning to sand over time.

New shoots hurriedly sprouted from the withered, broken wood. Roots crumbled into soil, and pale green tender leaves kept emerging.

The dust cloud that lifted the monk gently lowered him onto the soft lawn.

Lin Bo stood up and returned the greeting.

Outside the temple gates, the prophet, who was waiting there, looked down at her woody legs. The roots felt neither pain nor itch, as if they were not her body, but now they were showing some strange movements.

The heavy doors blocked the true names of high-level magical words that mages could chant with their souls, but for this world, a certain change had already occurred, and the change was not limited to the temple.

As the soldiers and monks around him clamored in surprise and fear as the ancient tree roots entwined around the door broke, the roots of the prophet's legs also fell off, and his woody legs slowly regained their soft flesh and elasticity.

Worshipping a dead god is no easy task, and begging for miracles from the remains of a god is even more likely to result in a curse.

The prophets of all ages did not live long. Their end was to remain in the temple, find a quiet, empty corner, stand there, let the roots of their legs spread, their bodies grow tall and strong, and transform into trees, forever guarding the last pure land.

“He has returned,” said the prophet.

The Night Guards and Cross-Network players gathered around asked him questions with puzzled expressions.

"Our Mother Goddess has returned."

Children climbing the balloon rope net outside the airship looked up at the sky. Suddenly, the clouds above trembled, and countless tiny water droplets re-condensed and rearranged, scattering the sunlight into a rainbow of seven colors. The white clouds were dyed into colorful clouds that stretched for tens of thousands of kilometers. The stars shone brightly in the daytime, twinkling and shimmering like ripples on water.

Such a magnificent view could not possibly be formed by the workings of nature.

The prophetic mages revealed the truth: the gods from beyond the heavens used clouds and stars as a backdrop to create a beautiful spectacle in celebration of a momentous event.

The people on the ground and on the airship were all marveling and cheering at the spectacular sight overhead.

An announcement popped up in the player's world chat.

[Important Notice from the Comprehensive Network: Dramatic changes have been detected in the historical process of the current instance, and factions are being redistributed.]

[Cross-Network Campaign Notice: The former "Nightguard" faction has been renamed the "Holy War Army," and players of this faction are blessed by nature and the goddess of vengeance]

The original "Nine Towns" faction has been renamed the "Divine Punishment Army," and players in this faction have received blessings from the gods beyond the heavens.

A new faction questline has been added; please explore it on your own.

[Arrogant Dancer (Nine Towns)]: How did I become a remnant of the past in the blink of an eye? Can anyone explain what happened?
The world chat was in an uproar, with everyone speculating about the cause of the incident.

Soon, the oracle and priests concluded that the fallen Earth and the goddess of fertility had been resurrected in a new form.

The Night Guard faction has been greatly strengthened, and the Nine Towns faction has also taken corresponding actions, showing a strong stance of conquering the wicked offspring and relentlessly pursuing them. The balance of power has now shifted.

The players in the illegitimate offspring faction didn't complain much. They were like severely wounded soldiers who had already been badly beaten, lying on their beds on the verge of death. Even though the situation became even more unfavorable, they had no desire to be excited or angry.

Players are more concerned with how the Earth Goddess will be resurrected. Few are lucky enough to witness such an epic event as the resurrection of a deity. Considering the countless fascinating events throughout the multiverse, this is certainly a topic worthy of discussion. Prophecy spells are almost ineffective against deities; their true names are too profound to serve as clear magical indicators, and attempts to probe them are highly likely to fail.

Players who were originally part of the Night Guard faction said that this major change happened precisely after the mage entered the Temple of Enlightenment.

So the sorcerers changed their target.

The probes targeting the Lighthouse Guest were also unsuccessful. His real name was not a clear and specific indicator, and all the probes targeting him yielded very ambiguous information.

Lin Bo stared at Greta, the woman of vengeance, before him.

She is a newly born deity, inheriting some of the divinity of her predecessor.

But the spark had already deviated.

Her face transformed into one of furious vengeance, for the resentment of all the deaths that had been inflicted upon her, carrying the remains of so many of her ancestors, burned eternally in her heart.

The monk savored the true name of the deity and contemplated its divinity.

When facing him, Greta carefully concealed her anger, becoming as calm as a moss-covered, beautiful rock. She said softly, "You already know my past, you already know my true name. Son of Power, you are now the master of the gods. I look forward to the day when you become one of my kind, and then we will speak in a more resounding language."

Lin Bo knew the essence of the gods: something more sublime than dragons. Naturally, their hair was their essence, magic was their blood, and dragons were their bones. The ancient language of the ancients, the language of the animists, and the language of dragons progressed layer by layer, until they reached the ancient sacred language above all else.

The monk asked the deities about higher views.

Greta explained that her memories were fragmented and fading because she was now just a small mound of earth, no longer the vast planet she once was.

The historical marks left by geological evolution have now been invaded, distorted, and destroyed by divine evil. These are her past memories, which have withered and fallen into ruin.

But she still did her best to answer Lin Bo's questions.

Ancient sacred language, also known as the language of the heavenly gods and earth deities, is the language closest to the voice of creation. It can awaken the divine essence and the power of the universe's origin.

Chanting ancient sacred incantations is like weaving the rules of the world. The true names of all great fundamental things, such as gods, the magic network, time, celestial distance, primordial magnetism, power, cause and effect, etc., are all ancient sacred words.

To explore the fundamental nature of things, one must transcend the boundaries of the mundane and cultivate specialized sensory organs to capture these sublime powers; this is what Proverbs refers to as the “holy embryo.”

The predecessor of Grietta had seen the ancient True Name Masters, who wandered the multiverse and sometimes stopped in certain worlds to gather and chant incantations, raising islands and lands from the ancient oceans of young planets, creating life, and bestowing titles upon gods.

The goddess of abundance was initially just an ignorant earth dragon. It was only with the help of the ancient saints that she learned her true name and gradually ignited the spark of divinity.

"I have forgotten many things from the past, but the memories of birth and death are the clearest, engraved in every drop of magic energy within me."

Greta revealed everything she knew about the Old Ones.

Finally, she spoke in the language of dragons: "Child of Power, hear my words. You do know my sacred name, but perhaps you have not yet discovered the true name of the earth. Listen, and remember—"

The powerful dragon language words uttered from the mouth of this god of vengeance pierced the mage's chest and echoed in his mind.

That was a dragon's true name, meaning "earth".

(End of this chapter)