Extraordinary Pedigree.

Chapter 755 Spark Relic
The atmosphere in the hall suddenly became quiet. Seth's words were like throwing a huge rock into a calm lake, stirring up waves in Xia Xiu's heart.

However, on the surface, he still remained calm, only his eyes were slightly narrowed, and his golden pupils were as deep as the abyss.

A series of thoughts flashed through Xia Xiu's mind. The past world, past experiences, and the thing that had puzzled him for so long all appeared in his mind like a picture scroll.

A very familiar clue flashed through his mind, and he murmured in his heart:
"Book... Chronicles of Terra..."

This clue is intertwined with Seth's words, vaguely fitting in with a truth about his coming to this world.

His thoughts were like a river, rushing towards the unknown truth.

Although his heart was churning with mixed emotions, he still took a deep breath and suppressed his emotions.

After the fluctuations in Xia Xiu's golden eyes subsided, he raised his head and continued to ask in a calm tone:

"You said before that there was something you needed me to do. What was it?"

Seth stood in the center of the hall, smiled, and then said:

"Odepapadopoulos was the original city. It had an unusual design, with the city divided into four sectors connected by a large central hub. The sectors seemed to be divided according to the skills of the people who lived within them."

Seth's hand gently ran across the wall of the hall.

"Blacksmiths and metallurgists, engineers and designers, farmers and bakers, artisans and craftsmen... the residents of the four sectors each have their own duties and form the foundation of the city."

Xia Xiu listened carefully, with a thoughtful gleam in his eyes.

Seth continued, his tone becoming more profound:
"Each of the four sectors has its own local management hub near the central area. These hubs ultimately converge into the central hub area."

"The core of the central hub is three megalithic halls with iron decorations and a larger and more ornately designed lobby. These buildings are the soul and pillars of Odepapadopoulos."

Seth pointed his finger at a corner of the hall and said slowly:

"The Hall of Morning Sun, the Hall of Sunset, and the Hall of Nightfall - these are the three pillars of the Central Hub. You are now in the Hall of Morning Sun."

After briefly introducing the structure of Odepapadopoulos, Set paused, his eyes revealing a hint of deep thought.

He slowly said to Xia Xiu:

"Lancelot's body lies on top of one of the three temples, the Temple of the Setting Sun. Although he is dead, his body is still intact and carries a powerful blasphemous power."

"His body was once divided into seven parts of blasphemy, which polluted this hundred-layered hub over the long years."

Seth looked Xia Xiu up and down with an elusive look in his eyes.

He continued, "And you have already cut off a portion of the blasphemy."

When Xia Xiu heard this, he instantly thought of the named person of the Crowned Son whom he had killed in Gray Harbor.

Some vague clues gradually became clear, and he suddenly realized in his heart that the Crowned Child was the embodiment of the blasphemous power of Lancelot's corpse.

Seth did not pause, his words continued to flow:
"In fact, Lancelot's blasphemous power has been gradually consumed by the people of this hub world over the long years. But recently, some forces have revived his blasphemy - three of them are wandering here. Those who were lured by these blasphemous powers have already found this place."

Seth's eyes became deep, and his tone was heavy:
"There are three people in total. One is the plane master who holds the boundary wedge, and the other two, a man and a woman, are people who are parasitized by the power of blasphemy."

When Xia Xiu heard this, he immediately understood who the three people the old man was talking about.

Sage Kylasel and the other two Archbishops of the Web matched the people Set had described.

He couldn't help but ask:
"You want me to help you, don't you want to expel these people? To be honest, I think you can handle this kind of thing yourself with your ability."

Seth sighed, looked up at the dome of the hall, and said with a tired tone:

"As I said before, I once lost myself while reading the Book of Non-Existence... I grew old in it. Not only did I grow old, but my immortality was completely destroyed at that time."

He lowered his head and continued:

"Now, I've only lived a long time. That doesn't mean I can live forever."

"The burden of supporting this city has long exhausted my energy. I often fall into long sleeps. The last time I woke up, the only major event I witnessed was the Daeva's Tragedy of the Hanged King... After that, I fell into another long sleep."

His voice gradually deepened as he recalled:

“When I woke up again, I found that a forbidden area in the Temple of Sunset had been desecrated and opened.

Three unclean ones, along with some poor humans, were bewitched by Lancelot and took over the sacred place of the Spark that my father had kept. "

When Xia Xiu heard Seth's words, he couldn't help but ask back:
"Others? What is the purpose of those three people bringing humans here?"

Hearing this, Seth's expression became more solemn and his brows were deeply furrowed.

"The power of blasphemy has polluted their minds and turned them into tools to carry out evil. Bringing these children with them can only be related to some kind of ritual, and this ritual... is likely related to the fire in that forbidden land."

Xia Xiu then asked:

"The Holy Land of Sparks you mentioned just now... Could the Sparks here be the 'Most Merciful Flame', one of the creators of the 'Tree' you mentioned before?"

Seth looked at Xia Xiu deeply, then nodded slowly:

"Yes. That is the Spark. In all legends, he is called the 'Most Merciful God'. He is the flame before the creation of the world, the being that ignited the universe from the primordial void - [Pangloss]."

"My father once told me that the Spark is completely different from those other gods that transcend time and space and are difficult to describe. He shows great kindness to humans, and has nothing to do with indifference or destruction. His existence is the most benevolent embodiment."

There seemed to be a hint of emotion in Seth's voice:
“It was He who ignited the first fire of mankind, enabling mankind to multiply and thrive in the desolate world.”

He slowly raised his hand and pointed in the direction of the Sunset Palace:

“My father once followed the footsteps of the Spark, and that was the time when he was most compassionate.

Through the revelation of the spark, he learned another virtue that a sun should possess - compassion.

Later, in order to commemorate Spark, he collected a small portion of the 'fire' that Spark had left in the world and sealed it in the Temple of Sunset. "

Seth sighed deeply, his eyes looking into the distance with a deep sense of helplessness:

“Today, the goodwill and hope carried by those fires are being eroded by the darkness of blasphemy.”

"They should be trying to use the power of blasphemy to steal the power left by the spark for their own use. And I..."

He paused slightly, as if trying to find the right words for his next statement.

"And I can only activate the city-state and prepare to float out of the domain again, hoping to expel them before they commit even greater crimes."

Seth's tone was full of helplessness, but it sounded somewhat contradictory to Xia Xiu.

He stood there, stretched out his right hand and gently adjusted his hat. The action seemed casual, but it revealed a calm scrutiny.

Xia Xiu kept his eyes fixed on Seth, his tone was calm but contained a hint of probing:
"The blasphemer you mentioned is indeed dangerous. But to be honest, I don't believe that with your ability, you can't expel the people of the Kailasel family through direct violence."

He paused, his eyes sharper.

"From the history you described and your identity, you are fully capable of that. Is it because your long years have made you... too much of an observer?"

When Seth heard this, his eyes flickered slightly, but he did not refute. Instead, he sighed silently.

His silence itself seemed to be an answer.

Xia Xiu didn't say anything more. Since the other party chose to tell him all the secrets, he would not easily ask or reveal them.

"Do you know what the Spark Relics of the Sunset Temple are?"

Xia Xiu looked straight at Seth, as if he wanted to dig out all the unrevealed secrets from him.

Seth lowered his head slightly, as if searching for those dusty fragments from the depths of his long memory.

His voice was a little hesitant. "One is a magic candle that never goes out. The flame it burns is a pure light of order. No matter where it is placed, it can dispel darkness and chaos. The other is even more peculiar... some conscious entities made of flames. They are called 'Balrog'."

After hearing this, Xia Xiu raised his eyebrows slightly:
"Gone?"

Seth smiled, with a hint of self-mockery in his tone:
"These things are so old for me, and frankly, I didn't pay much attention to them before."

He paused, a hint of amusement in his eyes.

"However, I think that the unclean ones and these things do not pose much of a threat to you. You only need to deal with the unclean ones, and the holy objects left by the sparks will naturally belong to you."

"All the holy objects belong to me..." Xia Xiu repeated softly, with a deep gleam in his eyes.

His expression did not change at all, but he had already made various calculations in his mind.

"I want more than just the holy relic of the Spark."

He muttered to himself.

His eyes swept across the huge temple calmly.

This city... Odepapadopoulos.

Contain it.

This city, this ancient city, and everything it carries.

Xia Xiu made a decision in his heart.

He knew that Set might not resist, and might even be waiting for someone to carry the burden of the city in his place.

This old man told me everything he knew, so he probably had the same idea.

The light from the Hall of Morning Sunshine shuttled through the heavy vaults, and fell on the ancient stone brick floor, swaying slightly.

Xia Xiu stood in the hall, his golden pupils flashing with a deep light, as if he was silently weighing something.

His intuition told him that once this ancient city and Set were taken in, the reaction from the Kingdom of Heaven would never be calm; it would be an unprecedented shock.

But for now, his attention was refocused on the affairs of the moment.

He turned around, looked at Seth, and said with a relaxed smile:
"Wait for me here for a moment. I will go and deal with the unclean ones who remain in this city."

Upon hearing this, Seth chuckled, as if he was not surprised at all by Xia Xiu's confidence.

He said with a hint of sarcasm:

"Be careful of the Lord of the Plane. He is no ordinary person. If you are not careful, he might kick you out of this world."

Xia Xiu's mouth curled up slightly, revealing a brilliant smile, and his voice was full of confidence:
“They can’t kick me out.”

As soon as he finished speaking, a distorted [∞] symbol suddenly appeared on the ground under Xia Xiu's feet. Ripples of light and shadow appeared in the symbol, and the space seemed to be torn apart by a huge force, making a slight hum.

His figure gradually became blurred, and his entire body was sucked into the ever-expanding space rift.

Before leaving, he gently raised his left hand to adjust the hat on his head, saluted elegantly to Seth, and said calmly:
"See you later."

As he finished speaking, his figure completely disappeared in the hall, leaving only the distorted [∞] symbol gradually calming down until it completely dissipated.

Seth stood there, watching the direction Xia Xiu left.

The smile on his face gradually faded, replaced by a deep emotion.

There was an indescribable complex emotion in his lowered eyes, as if he was reminiscing, but also as if he was hoping.

He spoke slowly, his voice low and slow, as if he was mumbling to himself:

"A new sun... a new Apollo... the wheel of fate is turning, but will we have a different ending this time?"

The Hall of Morning Light fell silent again. The light and shadows were still flickering on the cold and hard floor tiles, but the mysterious murals on the thick walls were also watching all this silently.

Seth closed his eyes slightly, letting his thoughts surge in his mind.

His expression was stained by the years, with infinite nostalgia for the past and uncertainty about the future.

He stood there like an unchanging statue, until a moment later, he slowly turned around and walked towards the depths of the Hall of Morning Light. His figure gradually disappeared in the overlapping of light and shadow.

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The Temple of Sunset, silent and majestic, stands in a corner of Odepapadopoulos.

Its entrance is magnificent, with two huge stone doors carved with intricate patterns depicting a detailed map of the city and its surrounding towns.

All the details are carefully crafted to outline the overall picture of Odepapadopoulos: the city-state is surrounded by towering walls, with a circle of villages and towns scattered outside, and a winding river on the east side with a small town painted on it, and both sides of the river are lined with continuous farms.

At the top of the stone gate, a bronze dragon was coiled, with ancient words engraved on its body - "Human World".

The dragon's eyes are deep, as if looking down on the world.

There is a stylized arrow on each side, pointing in different directions.

The arrow in the southeast reads - 'The Realm of the Bloody King and the Necromancer'.

The other arrow pointed to the west, with the words - "The distant and strange West" written on it.

The main hall of the Sunset Hall displays a completely different temperament from that of the Morning Light Hall.

The decorations of the Hall of Morning Sun are bright and magnificent, while the Hall of Sunset is shrouded in an indescribable solemnity and silence.

Although its internal structure is similar to that of the Hall of Morning Light, it is obvious that the huge corpse of [Lancelot] lies across the center of the main hall, causing serious damage to the building.

Most of the murals on the walls have collapsed, leaving only scattered fragments, telling of the glorious past of this place.

One of the murals, which was relatively well-preserved, attracted all the attention.

In the screen——

A golden man wearing an iron crown rode on a white horse, followed by groups of male and female warriors.

They held swords, bows, and axes, and had resolute expressions. On either side of him stood a man, one holding a black sword, exuding an oppressive aura; the other holding a green staff, faintly exuding the breath of life.

Opposite the golden man, on the other side of the mural are chaotic storm clouds and exploding lightning.

These elements are depicted so vividly that one can almost hear the roar of the storm and the roar of the thunder.

The closer these natural forces get to the edge of the wall, the more intense the scene becomes, creating an extremely dramatic effect.

In the lower right corner of the painting, there are some small light green figures.

Their bodies are covered in brightly colored clothes, and everyone's face is painted with exaggerated expressions.

Each of their eyes was like a window that penetrated the soul, flashing with six cold pupils.

These green humanoid figures are depicted on two vertical columns, their presence seemingly insignificant yet carrying a creepy sense of mystery.

Although most of the other walls of the Temple of Sunset have collapsed, some traces can still be seen.

The ceiling of the hall is ingeniously designed and has apparently been carefully painted to imitate the night sky.

However, most of the ceiling has collapsed, and in the remaining part, some stars can be vaguely seen that do not match the modern starry sky at all.

At this moment, an [∞] symbol appeared in the space. As the space twisted, a young man with blond hair and golden eyes walked out.

Xia Xiu stood in front of the Palace of Sunset, his eyes fixed on the body of Lancelot in front of him.

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When Xia Xiu looked at the other person, the triple halo behind his forehead made a hissing sound as it overheated.