The defeated saint is also on the way to tame the evil god today

"But he clearly didn't get any favor," Xingmo muttered as she watched Lights picking up his manuscript paper from the crowd, "Why then..."

"Let's continue watching."

Aurora waved her hand gently, and the dream changed again. Letes was singing in the corner of the park.

He sang his hymns loudly, and a crowd of blurry faces came and went, but no one gathered around him.

Everyone gathered at the other end of the park, surrounded a small platform, and listened to the people singing on the platform.

Xingmo recognized the small stage - it was the stage where Letes had performed on the first day she arrived in New Galo.

Most of the people surrounding the stage were blurry, but only one person's face was clear.

She was a girl dressed as a bard, singing intoxicatedly with her moving voice, constantly stirring up waves of enthusiasm among the crowd.

Only that person's face was clear... This meant that Letes had a deep impression of him...

Xingmo turned to look at Lights and found that he was indeed staring at the girl with a sharp gaze and his pupils were filled with constantly changing emotions.

It is love, hatred, desire, and jealousy.

"Do you want it?" A voice suddenly sounded behind him.

Xingmo shuddered as did Lights. She looked behind Lights and saw a shadow burning!

It was a jackal-like shadow, with fire in its pupils burning like torches, as if it wanted to burn the park reflected in its eyes to ashes.

Lights didn't look back. He was trembling all over, and the intense spiritual pressure made him almost unable to move.

"Who are you..."

"Your deepest desire, your praiser..." The voice was cold and ruthless. "I am the sand in your blood, the fishbone in your throat, the glass on the soles of your shoes..."

"you..."

"Your blood is noble, your desire is as hot as fire..." the voice whispered, "I will give you a chance..."

"..."

Xingmo stared at this moment blankly, watching the jackal-like shadow entangle Lights, watching the whites of the artist's eyes turn dark black bit by bit.

She knew that presence... that shadow... that jackal... that was—

"'The Supreme Praiser'." Aurora murmured softly.

The next second, the dream in front of him shattered like a mirror, and Xing Mo found himself back in the dreamland.

She saw Lights floating in the air, screaming and covering his eyes, with black tears of blood flowing down his cheeks and dripping onto the ground.

"He's out of control!" Xingmo shouted.

"As expected," Aurora whispered. "We saw what we shouldn't have seen... through his eyes."

The next second, Aurora stretched out her hand and pointed, and green light patterns burst out, instantly shattering the black energy on Lights' body.

At the same time, surging black and white light surged out again, forming a picture scroll of memory:

"He was writing alone in his room, but he was no longer lost, his eyes still shining like a torch..."

"Eight years later, his parents died of illness and were not discovered until they had decomposed."

“He was still creating when he broke into the room.”

"People called him a fool. He never left the house except to buy bread and water. He would always stay indoors, immersed in his paper, and always write those unpopular ballads."

“Then one day, he stepped onto the biggest stage in Singara.”

"..."

The scorching sun's rays illuminated the outline of the Hanging Gardens inch by inch, giving it a golden glow.

On the steps of the garden, Lights, who had been dressed up again, stood alone in the center of the stage, staring blankly below.

Countless people surged above the garden square, looking up at the high stage and watching him.

"Opening the show for us today is the emerging poetry artist Letes Agomont."

The faceless man used wind string magic to send his voice to every corner of the square. He read out the name of Letes, but it only caused a commotion among the crowd.

Leites felt a breeze blowing from below, it was the whispers of the crowd, the gazes, the hesitation and fear that had been brewing in the room for eight years.

He stood above the wind, closed his eyes, and unfolded the manuscript paper in his hand.

It took him eight years to complete.

For eight years, he followed the melody in the whispers, the desire in his blood, pondered the logic between those whispers, and from the fragments of his shattered thoughts...

...caught a word.

He weaves the sound of that word into the words, into the melody, cuts it up syllable by syllable, and then...

“.l...a...s...i...n...”

Xingmo couldn't hear the specific lyrics he sang. In her memories, her thoughts were only focused on the memories of Lights and Lights' obsession.

In the artist's memory, almost all the words have become blurred, only those syllables are as clear as black and white on paper -

"He is singing the 'Song of the Sand'!" Xingmo shouted.

But she couldn't stop it. As Lights sang, the wind blowing to the square was stained with a faint gold, an ominous gold.

The wind blew through the crowd, accompanied by the melody, and instantly shattered the confusion in their eyes.

They all became peaceful all of a sudden, with a faint smile on their lips, and the power deep in their blood was surging.

They hummed along to the melody.

For a moment, the entire Hanging Gardens turned into a grand orchestra, and people sang along with Letos. Under his melody, everything was dyed with peace and submission.

"Lasin" means... "to dominate".

Feeling the excitement of the crowd, Lights' eyes were once again filled with the brilliance of rationality.

He opened his arms, directing the crowd like a conductor, and the melody that came out of his mouth became more and more passionate.

Those lyrics, pieced together, stitched together, childish and meaningless, Xingmo could not hear the specific content at this moment.

All she heard was "Lasin!" "Lasin!" "Lasin!"

With every sound, the picture in front of her eyes shattered a little bit——

"Crack!"

"Crack!"

"Click——"

The dream burst, and Xingmo returned to the dreamland again.

Lights was still suspended in mid-air, his face no longer showing any pain, only intoxication and a hearty smile.

"We should go," Aurora's voice came. "This dream is being watched."

Xingmo raised her head and saw a crack in the sunny sky, as if something was seeping into Lights' dream.

And that breath felt very familiar to her.

"...!"

The black tide quickly receded, Xingmo returned to reality, and let out a deep breath.

Before she could even stand, Aurora pulled her up.

"We must leave immediately," Aurora said immediately, "otherwise, it will be traced back."

"That information..."

"Let's fix it."

Aurora waved her hand lightly, and a green light lifted Light up and sent him flying onto the bed.

She snapped her fingers, and the dream that had been implanted deep in Lights' mind shattered, turning into flying debris.

"After leaving, you told the sage that an unknown entity had implanted an abnormal dream in Lights' mind," Aurora said quickly. "You described it with images like 'ocean storm' and 'thunder and lightning,' and Lights embraced the dream."

"After that, we left immediately and returned to our residence to look for my sister."

"do you understand?"

Aurora's capable and decisive way of thinking left Xing Mo stunned. Her thoughts were still lingering on the shock brought by her shattered memory, but Aurora had already completed the entire plan.

Should I say I can't be fooled by her usual silly little cat persona? But in the crucial moment, she's truly... terrifyingly reliable.

"I understand..." Xing Mo took a deep breath. "Ocean storm... thunder and lightning... Are you planning to pass this abnormal dream on to the 'Pale Angel'?"

Aurora nodded.

"That makes sense, doesn't it? No matter who invaded this dream, it...even "Him" must have noticed the abnormality that occurred in the eye of the storm some time ago and knew about the awakening of the underwater angel..."

"I understand." Xingmo replied.

She composed herself briefly and walked towards the door with Aurora.

As she walked, she pulled out a piece of letter paper from her waist bag, scrawled it on it, and then folded it together.

Then, she opened the bedroom door and showed the letter directly to the maid standing in the corridor not far away:

"Mr. Lights' condition has stabilized. I have received my next commission and must leave immediately. Please ask the doctor and the sage to carry out the final work."

"Have you solved that nightmare?" The sage poked his head out from the end of the corridor.

"To be exact, that nightmare was too powerful for me to resolve," Xingmo shook her head. "Did you use the dream voyeurism technique? Did you see a giant?"

"Yes, I saw the Three Eyes..."

"But that was just an appearance," Xingmo said seriously. "After I deciphered the illusion of the two giants, a scene of storms, oceans, and thunder and lightning appeared, and then I was expelled from the dream."

Hearing "storm, ocean, thunder and lightning", the sage's face gradually became ugly.

Obviously, as scholars of the "Conghui Hall", they should be concerned about the situation in the sea, and naturally they can deduce the essence behind some phenomena.

"Well...now..."

"I can't do anything, but his condition seems to have improved a lot," Xingmo sighed. "If you want to treat him, don't look for a doctor, find a demigod."

After saying that, she didn't give the sage a chance to speak again, and quickly walked through the corridor and down the stairs with Aurora.

The sage stood blankly in the middle of the corridor. He and the two maids stared at each other for a long time, and no one spoke for a while.

After a long time, the sage murmured in a low voice:

"Oh my god..."

"What happened?" The two maids looked up expectantly. "Is he going to die?"

The sage ignored the maid. He didn't even dare to go into Lights' dream. He quickly went downstairs and came to the door.

Dr. Jie Deti had already left. The sage suppressed the urge to escape, took out a piece of letter paper from his pocket, held it with his hand, and scribbled a few words on it.

Then, he looked towards the brilliant clear sky of New Garo... and called for the messenger.

......

Sky Garden-Singara

"......"

The Supreme Praiser once again withdrew his gaze, his torch-like eyes once again falling on the clear sky outside the colonnade.

He was just one step away from catching the creator of that dream...the seeker of truth.

The long years have made his strength fade away a lot, and the days away from the desert have made him dull and no longer as strong as before.

He was just one step away from crushing the soul that invaded his dream.

"..."

The Jackal Mask stared at the sky, the fire in its eye sockets flickering, as if it was thinking.

Creating dreams...nightmares...nightmares...

Was it something that happened in the desert? No... that curse couldn't possibly have spread to the Ring City...

Is it the "Tree of Life"? Oh... If so... then he needs to take action...

If the puppet carrying the "Tree of Life" has already entered the city, then everything currently needs to be accelerated.

"Buzz buzz...."