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

　No...I should say...who else could have done it?

　"The Golden King's idea is probably not simple at all..." Aurora said.

　"He is blasphemous...but this..."

　Xing Mo had just spoken when she was suddenly stunned again.

　Yes...that emperor had already done countless blasphemous things.

　Whether it is using the power of the invisible mist, or letting the great sage create the so-called "Heart of God", and now... removing the skeleton of the Golden Sun Wheel.

　Everything he did, he did by any means necessary.

　Completely unscrupulous.

　He would even touch the remains of the gods he believed in without any scruples.

　"You said...where are those skeletons?" Xing Mo said in a low voice.

　"It seems that there is no other place in the whole of New Garo that can accommodate such a large thing?" Aurora whispered.

　Xingmo and Aurora

　La looked at each other, and a word appeared in her mind almost at the same time:

　Sky Garden.

　In history, the Hanging Gardens were rebuilt once.

　Led by the architect Isis Elebella, assisted by the great sage...

　During that time, Isis was under control, so the Great Sage was the real person responsible behind this.

　So, what constitutes the huge outline of the Hanging Gardens that can float in the air?

　When an unprecedented sky fortress is constructed with the bones of gods...

　...Does it really need fuel?

　"That so-called God's Heart should be the one powering the God's skeleton," Xing Mo analyzed quickly. "If that's the case, then flying across the sea or through the raging winds and waves created by the storm beacon shouldn't be a problem."

　"Because it is an aerial fortress made of divine remains."

　"I'm afraid it's not that simple," Aurora whispered. "Anyway, we need to speed up."

　Yes, we have to speed up.

　Instantly become a demigod, obtain the "truth", and then return to New Galra.

　The key point lies in the heart of the god! As long as the heart is destroyed, even if the garden was created by the bones of the god, what does it matter?

　A warship cannot set sail without fuel.

　But if the purpose was simply to give the Hanging Gardens the ability to fly long distances, was it necessary to go to such great lengths to embed the bones of the gods within? Such an act would not only be blasphemous to the gods, but would also come at an extremely high cost...

　Why did the Golden King do this?

　"Come on, let's find out."

　After Xing Mo finished speaking, he took a step and walked towards the basin.

Chapter 249 You Will Glimpse the Stars (Part 2) -4k- (Two Updates in One)

　Under the black night sky, stars are scattered on the sand dunes, sparkling and sparkling.

　As he got closer and closer to the skeleton of the god, Xing Mo felt more and more that he was being cleansed by the spiritual power.

　She had never been exposed to such abundant spiritual power before, so much so that she felt as if her spiritual body was trembling, like a person who had been drowning for decades finally breaking through the water for the first time and breathing in the sunlight.

　Generally speaking, the absorption of spiritual power from nature by a spirit is called "absorption", but this word cannot be used to describe Xingmo's current senses.

　She felt like she was breathing—breathing the one-millionth part of the spiritual power that remained in the ancient god's abode after his death.

　"call..."

　After walking for an unknown amount of time, Xingmo arrived in front of the sharp beak of the divine bird.

　The bird's beak stood in front of Xingmo like a mountain, and it was difficult to even see its top when looking up.

　And in front of the bird's beak, Xingmo saw a simple altar - a circle formed by stacked sand and stones, with a string magic circle painted in charred color in the center.

　All the wind and sand were diverted when passing by the altar, as if there was an invisible film around it, protecting the altar.

　And in the center of the altar, Xingmo saw a crack.

　A faint black gas emerged from the cracks and tangled together when it came into contact with the air, like countless slender water plants, swaying slowly.

　"That rift leads directly to the Cursed River," Aurora said. "A lot of spiritual power is coming out of it."

　"This is a ritual altar, and the ritual it performs..." Xingmo frowned.

　Without a doubt, it was the Golden King's ascension ceremony.

　"Hundreds of years ago, it was here that he...directly rose from an ordinary person to a demigod?" Xing Mo opened his mouth slightly.

　"It seems so. After all... there is so much spiritual energy here." Aurora looked around.

　"But where did he get the elixir? And how did he know how to build this altar?"

　As soon as Xing Mo finished speaking, she felt that she understood the answer——

　——Just above the god’s beak, a strange pattern shimmered with light.

　"Someone guided him, allowing him to obtain the necessary extraordinary materials and ritual arrays from the god's corpse."

　Aurora said, her eyes fixed on the crack in the center of the altar:

　"And that person comes from the abyss."

　"It's the Supreme Praiser..." Xingmo murmured.

　The black jackal was born from the cursed river and was formed in the tomb of the gods.

　The day that Ugaon entered the sanctuary was also the day that the Supreme Praiser awakened.

　Then, the god's followers and the god's believers made a deal.

　"In other words, as long as I become a demigod here, I'll be able to understand the meaning of the totem on that bird's beak," Xingmo whispered. "Is that what Mentor Lucius talked about... the truth of Genesis?"

　Without further hesitation, Xingmo said to Aurora:

　"Little ancestor, let's get started."

　"Very decisive, no need to worry about it anymore?"

　Although Aurora said this, she directly handed the bottle containing the demigod elixir to Xingmo.

　"Then come on stage," she said briskly. "We'll pray for you."

　"Ah."

　Xing Mo took the bottle, felt the spiritual power fluctuations emitted by the elixir, and then slowly walked to the center of the simple altar.

　This is an abandoned place, and perhaps also the place with the most abundant spiritual power in the world.

　Bathed in the spiritual power of the fallen god, Xing Mo suddenly felt deeply his own insignificance.

　She thought that even if she was revered as a god, after her death

　All that was left were skeletons no different from those of animals.

　Are gods just more powerful animals?

　The death of a god is like a dead whale falling into the sea, its body being decomposed bit by bit by weak marine creatures, like a grand carnival.

　Standing in front of the skeleton of the god, Xing Mo suddenly realized that he was also one of those weak creatures.

　Whether it was the invisible mist, the Golden King, or herself, they all drew nourishment from the whale falls of the gods.

　Everything in this world devours each other, and there is always someone who reaches the top.

　Then, that existence fell and returned everything it had swallowed to this world.

　Who will be the new whale?

　"call..."

　Xingmo took a deep breath, then transformed the Spine of Saint Orros into a cane, with the tip of the cane touching the ground.

　Then, she recalled the words from the demigod elixir recipe:

　"...Traditional rituals for advancement are no longer applicable at this stage. Simply decomposing extraordinary materials exceeds the spiritual power threshold that humans can withstand. They must be made into spiritual elixirs and, with the blessing of the gods, consumed in a realm with a spiritual power concentration higher than that of a demigod. Symbols corresponding to the resonance chord domain must be drawn..."

　First, the symbols.

　Xingmo's current resonating strings are the fire string and the dark string. She carefully used the tip of her staff to carve two corresponding symbols on the ground.

　The moment she completed the imprint, the space suddenly vibrated slightly, and a vortex began to form in the center of the altar, absorbing the abundant spiritual power in the air.

　The spiritual power was so abundant that it outlined streams of light blue in the air.

　Since the shrine itself is a closed place, Xingmo does not need to create a closed environment outside the altar, and only needs to proceed to the next step.

　""

　Xingmo closed her eyes and silently recalled all her experiences from birth to the present.

　In fact, there is not much to recall, just some time on the street, some time in college, and these few short months.

　"O tree of life, cradle of all creation."

　"You are the origin, the bud, the seed of truth."

　"You are the Lord of Dreams, the Taker, and the Mother of Disasters."

　"I pray that you will bless me, grant me the ability to ascend, and allow me to cross the threshold of rebirth."

　Xingmo's voice was very low when she chanted, but it seemed sacred and ethereal, and even the surrounding strings began to vibrate restlessly.

　Aurora stood outside the altar, eyes closed, listening to the whispers rising from the depths of her heart.

　She smiled slightly, crossed her fingers, and whispered:

　"Little Saint, we've always bet on you."

　As she whispered, a faint green light emerged from the air, lingering around the altar and converging on Xingmo.

　Xing Mo suddenly felt her heart tighten slightly, as if it was blocked and firmly anchored in this world.

　She unscrewed the lid of the demigod elixir without hesitation, tilted her head back and swallowed the liquid in the bottle in one gulp.

　It was like swallowing solid ice. The bone-chilling cold slid down Xingmo's throat but did not fall into her stomach.

　Those powers quickly differentiated in Xingmo's body, like a giant growing tree, spreading to every corner of her body.

　The next second, the power tightened rapidly and instantly pierced Xing Mo's heart—

　"cough!"

　Xing Mo's body bent and he almost fell to the ground.

　Her spirit was directly penetrated and shattered by the powerful supernatural turbulence. The flying spirit fragments poured out of her body, but were quickly restrained by the simple altar.

　Xing Mo felt as if he had suddenly turned into thousands of different small pieces. Some fragments floated in the air, some fragments groaned in the center of the altar, and some fragments even penetrated into the spiritual world, immersed in the black and white light and shadow.

　At this moment, her heart contracted violently, and each contraction would absorb some of the fragments back into her body, while coating them with a golden halo!

　Golden full moon.

　Xingmo sat on the highest field in the world, looking up at the golden moon.

　The wings behind her were pure white, gilded by the moonlight, and each wing looked like the purest star in the world.

　Then, as she watched, the moon was gradually engulfed in scarlet.

　The crimson light came like an overwhelming force. In the distance, the divine bird and the giant dragon let out long howls, and the curtain of night began to waver.

　"!"

　Xingmo opened his eyes and found himself bending over and standing in the center of the altar, surrounded by broken golden stars.

　I don’t know when it started, but there were no longer two resonance string symbols on the altar, but three!

　The third one symbolizes starlight!

　The third resonant string...? Symbolizing the power of starlight?

　Xing Mo had no time to think, because at this moment, eight colorful strings appeared around her, crisscrossing each other.