You are all my wings!

M'shiluna then said, "I definitely didn't use an ordinary method of cutting. In fact, I didn't cut my soul into pieces. Instead, I hid the essence of time and space and the essence of life and death inside this sacred tree, set up a resurrection magic circle, and instructed the halfling high priest to activate the magic circle after discovering that my soul had been extinguished."

Lyon nodded: "Just as I thought. First, use the essence of life to increase the chance of resurrection, then use the essence of time and space to recall the soul that should have been completely destroyed by the Goddess of Origin, and then use the sacred tree to nurture it again?"

"That's right. Judging from your expression, you actually guessed that I would do this a long time ago?"

Mshiruna gave a wry smile.

"I guessed it, but I didn't expect it would all fail."

Lyon shook his head.

Using the essence of time and space to recall the souls that were destroyed by the Goddess of Origin in the past and give them a second chance at life should theoretically leave no loose ends and allow the laws of origin to be successfully separated.

If none of this works, it can only mean that the Origin Law is based on the soul's intrinsic nature, and as long as the soul does not perish, the Origin Law will always be bound to it.

If that's the case, then Nion's only chance of survival is to use the Truth Deduction Technique to transform Hamra and the others into a state like Anemi's, and even then, it's only a possibility.

Bai Shaqilai couldn't help but ask, "So you just wasted my life essence like this?"

"Don't worry, your life essence is still there."

Mshiluna said, "I only borrowed a portion of your life essence. Essentially, life essence can only be condensed by oneself. What others condense can only serve as a reference for me. It is currently being nurtured within my sacred tree body, and it will be enough to double your lifespan in the future."

Bai Shaqilai was skeptical: "You're really that kind?"

"Although I may be ruthless, I won't make enemies for no reason."

"Mshiruna said calmly."

"Mother... Sister, although you have failed now, you should have temporarily escaped the gaze of the Goddess of Origin, right? It will be quite a while before she finds you again, won't it?"

A glimmer of hope shone in Hamra's eyes.

"It's hard to say, because the time loop is still not broken. I'm not sure what else happened to my main soul. I can only confirm that my main soul died seven days ago, not the moment it was taken away by the Goddess of Origin."

Mshiruna shook her head.

Lyon pondered for a moment, then asked, "Your Excellency, you should at least know where the end of this time loop is, right? If we know that, we might still have a chance to break the loop."

Upon hearing this, the little sacred tree that M'shiruna was possessing shook, and her clear voice deepened:

"No, I don't know, because the time when each loop ends is random."

Chapter 454 Castiglione: Me, thinking that? Impossible, absolutely impossible!

"Is the endpoint of each loop random? How many loops have you gone through so far?"

"Leon asked."

"I can't count them all. Sometimes it ends every three to five years, sometimes it ends every few decades. In short, after countless cycles, it has consumed eight of my chances of revival, accumulating nearly a million years of lifespan."

Mshiluna sighed softly: "So, if we don't find a way to escape, I reckon we only have tens of thousands of years left to live."

"When was the longest cycle?"

Lyon asked:

Is it possible that the longest iteration is the final cycle node?

"The longest one will be about forty years from now."

Mshiluna said:

“But I was trapped inside the sacred tree and had no idea what was happening outside.”

Leon felt a slight unease, wondering if that point in time was related to the disappearance of his illusory body, Bell.

Bai Shaqilai asked curiously, "Then how did you remotely control the halflings to cultivate the sacred tree here?"

"It was more than 200,000 years ago, before I was born from the sacred fruit. My soul was temporarily hidden inside the sacred tree. I happened to find a half-elf with special talents. She was probably a hybrid of an elf and some kind of special dragonman. Her aura was very strange and could nourish the sacred tree to grow. Then, I observed her forming a family and raising offspring. I found that her offspring all had this characteristic in their bloodline."

Mshiluna said:

"It just so happens that the custom of half-elves is that once they reach adulthood, they need to leave the Holy Land and form a larger family. So I quietly dropped a branch of the Holy Tree containing a trace of my Origin God's blood, a branch not much bigger than my palm, in front of her, and in the name of the Holy Tree, I asked her to spread the tree. As a result, they came here to reclaim the land and establish a kingdom."

"So that's how it is. So these half-elves evolved into half-humans over two hundred thousand years?"

A look of realization flashed across Bai Shaqilai's eyes.

Lyon had anticipated this quite some time ago.

"Similarly, but the process is more complicated. As the race expands, they cannot avoid interbreeding with more races, and the ability to nourish the sacred tree will gradually decline. For this reason, I have used the branches of the sacred tree several times to secretly stabilize their bloodline energy. As a result, they stabilized their racial characteristics faster than other races, and in just 200,000 years they became a completely independent race with very obvious characteristics."

"Mshiruna said slowly."

Hamra frowned: "How could lifespan decrease so much after evolving from a half-elf to a half-human?"

Lyon said, "Without the protection of the sacred tree, over time, the longevity characteristic will naturally decline with each generation. Just like dragon people, if they don't repeatedly reproduce with pure-blooded dragons, they will slowly degenerate into lizard people."

These are common-sense facts that many people in the world are unaware of.

Margaret pulled Leon aside and asked, "What do we do now? The end point of the loop is uncertain. Are we really going to be trapped in this time loop until the end of our lives?"

After a moment of contemplation, Leon said, "No rush. Let me find out all the details about the end points of all of M'shiluna's cycles before we try divination."

Margaret had no choice but to nod. Although she herself didn't realize it, she had already unconsciously come to regard Leon as her pillar of support.

For the time being, the four of them stayed with the halflings.

They did not stay openly; to avoid affecting the future, they simply hid near the small sacred tree, using soundproofing and concealment magic circles to maintain their secrecy.

With their current strength, it would be quite easy for them to deceive the halfling race, whose highest level of strength is currently only legendary.

Especially with Margaret, the goddess of martyrdom who is good at hiding and disguising herself, it couldn't be easier.

Leon's current daily tasks, besides opening Silver Pa with Hamra and Baishaqilai and practicing magic, mainly involve chatting with Mshiruna and asking about the specific details of the end of each cycle.

M'shiruna is currently unable to move and her strength has not recovered much. Unconsciously, she has placed her hopes on Leon and has begun to recount in detail the information about the end of each cycle.

Time flies, and another half month has passed in the blink of an eye.

On this day, two graceful figures suddenly appeared outside the valley of the halfling tribe.

Both of them were dressed in exceptionally beautiful clothing, made of the finest materials, smooth and lustrous, adorned with ancient and mysterious characters. Their long, flowing robes covered their slender legs, and they exuded a rich aura of holy light, appearing extremely pure and beautiful.

The two look extremely similar, with delicate and beautiful features and long, narrow eyes.

One had a slightly thinner face, but a plump figure and a pert bottom.

She had an astonishingly fair complexion, a slender figure, and a slightly sickly beauty.

The slightly plump one was none other than Acting Pope Mouripe, and the pale, sickly-looking one was none other than Pope Castiglione.

"I didn't expect Lyon and the others to actually come here."

Castiglione flew high in the sky, looking down into the valley, just as she was about to fly in.

Suddenly, a soft sound was heard from the dense forest.

Then a figure suddenly flashed down from below. This person had silver-white hair, handsome features, deep eyes, and a mysterious aura. It was none other than Leon.

"Gentlemen, I've been waiting for you for so long! You finally noticed the message I left?"

Lyon glanced at the two of them and nodded slightly: "It seems that Britta didn't travel to this timeline?"

If we include Britta, then the entire family bucket of the three pope sisters is complete.

Since Britta has already taken over the administration of the Papacy, it's only a matter of time before she takes over the title of acting pope.

Back in the human kingdoms, he had tried to contact the Pope and the Acting Pope, but it seemed there was a time difference; both of them were out on business. So he spent some gold coins and used the official channels of the Papacy to leave a message and report it to the higher authorities.

The message directly claimed that the son of the baron of Belon requested an audience.

If they weren't time travelers from the future, they would naturally be puzzled by the message, given the vast difference in their identities; their usual choice would be to ignore it.

However, if it were the two people from the future, they would naturally understand the meaning and follow the path indicated by the message to find their way here.

Castiglione smiled and said, "I didn't expect you to travel to this time and space as well, and it seems that it was your original body that traveled here?"

"It's a long story, come with me first."

Leon waved his hand, and his Shadowless ability enveloped the two of them.

Then, the three disappeared.

The next moment, the three appeared in a hiding spot not far from the little sacred tree.

A comfortable wooden cabin had been built inside the hiding spot, and the three people inside reacted to the noise.

At the window, Hamra and Baishaqilai, who were not yet dressed, peeked out from the wooden window, while Margaret, dressed in simple, plain everyday clothes, stepped out from the doorway.

Upon seeing this, Molly was stunned:

"You kid, you traveled back in time and you're still living such a carefree life?"

Then, she glanced at Margaret with a look of surprise: "Margaret, living in the same room with Lyon so casually, you haven't already broken the saint's commandment, have you?"

Although Margaret was of extraordinary origin in her mind, she should have been bound by Astalia's code of conduct as a saint.

Upon hearing this, Margaret rolled her eyes: "Which eye of yours saw me break the rules? I only lived with those scoundrels to make it easier to hide and exchange information."

Bai Shaqilai burst into laughter, her red lips blooming like flowers: "I see you really do eavesdrop every day, I'm afraid you've been itching to do it for a while now."

She is both unrestrained and conservative in nature.

However, after Lyon's development, the conservative aspect has become much less.

Hamra couldn't help but chuckle, saying, "Bai Shaqilai, if you had spoken a little softer, Miss Margaret certainly wouldn't have looked at us with such a blush every time."

Margaret scoffed, "Hamra, I think you're becoming more and more shameless. You're always hanging out with Lyon. I wonder how you're going to explain this to Iris in the future!"

Molly was immediately surprised: "You're Iris's mother?"

She was already very good at maintaining her composure and could keep her emotions hidden.

But upon hearing this news, she was somewhat alarmed, thinking the other party was Iris.

Because her memory was still stuck in the ruins of the gods, she clearly remembered that Iris Magiru and Leon were a couple, and that Baisaqi Leherviz was a later addition.

“I am Sister Iris, just as you can call Lady Castiglione ‘sister’.”

Hamra corrected.

Mouripet's eyes flickered slightly, as if deep in thought. Her surprise quickly vanished, and she regained her composure.

"It seems that many secrets are no longer secrets."

Lyon said, "These are minor matters. Let's exchange some information first. How many life-or-death situations have you two faced before?"

Castiglione said, "This is my ninth time."

"This is my sixth time," said Molly.

Lyon understood: "After you traveled through time, did you change any history?"

Castiglione said, "I originally wanted to destroy the Holy Blood School's research and change my future fate, but I discovered that there is a powerful mysterious person hiding in it, stopping my actions. Moreover, the school has not yet changed at this stage, and I also want to see what kind of dark force has influenced the school to change like this."

Lyon's heart stirred slightly. Could this mysterious person be Feherrotija from the past?

After all, the research of the Florentiga school is also closely related to that of the school.

Or is it the one who forced Feherrotija to abandon Tenia?

Mouripe looked at Lyon and said, "My future is fine. Apart from the time I fell into the ruins of the gods because of you, I don't have any major complaints. Falling into the ruins of the gods is obviously unrelated to what happened decades ago, so I did not arbitrarily change the future. I also discovered that this life-and-death reversal is obviously different from the previous ones, so I dare not act rashly."

Lyon nodded and said, "The previous life-and-death reversals were fine if we could just change them, but this time the spacetime is truly connected to our future. If we arbitrarily alter it, the changes in spacetime here will inevitably affect the future."

While altering the future would allow M'shiruna to extract the essence of time and space, she has only recently recovered and clearly doesn't have enough power to do so yet.

"Why are you so sure this change will affect the future?" Molly asked in surprise.

"You'll understand once you all come and meet someone with me."

Leon introduced M'shiluna to the two men.

After some discussion, they quickly grasped the situation.

"So, in other words, we're all trapped in this time loop because of this guy?"

Mouripe's expression was subtle.

Castiglione said thoughtfully, "However, this is good news for me, because I have more time to break through to the realm of gods."

In the future, she would only have two or three months to live, but now that she has transmigrated into this younger body, she naturally has several decades more to live.