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

　There was no one outside the colonnade, and the shadows of the marble columns were cast on the corridor under the flickering of the String of Truth, with the edges unclear.

　On the stairs on one side of the colonnade, footsteps came closer and closer.

　Xingmo and Aurora climbed the stairs and arrived at the temple on the top floor of the Sky Garden.

　Behind them, noise and clamor alternated with each other.

　The interior of the Hanging Gardens was in chaos.

　Xing Mo controlled the puppet soldiers to rush around inside the garden, making noises everywhere, which made Buxiu Si completely confused for a moment.

　Now it seems that they must be using some kind of spiritual power to open a door for the immortals to pass through, thus setting up obstacles in front of Xingmo and Aurora's path.

　And now, that spiritual power characteristic has spread everywhere through the puppet soldiers.

　The poor immortals split into ten groups and searched all over the garden for Xingmo and Aurora, only to find to their dismay that every location was wrong.

　They wanted to escape, but were forced to fight with the puppet soldiers.

　While their time was being wasted meaninglessly, Xingmo and Aurora had already successfully arrived at the Garden Peak Temple through a maintenance passage on the drawing given by Miss Isis.

　""

　Xing Mo raised her head and looked around. The inside of the colonnade was deserted and quiet except for the moonlight.

　"I originally thought that the Supreme Praiser would be here..." Xing Mo murmured, "No one?"

　"This place would be a perfect place for a showdown," Aurora muttered, "but wouldn't it be better if no one was around?"

　The absence of people means that the door to the top of the garden is right in front of you.

　Xingmo and Aurora walked through the colonnade and stood before the giant door engraved with intricate patterns.

　Behind this door lies the Golden King's throne room, the pinnacle of the Hanging Gardens.

　A hundred years ago, the Golden King climbed the steps, took the head of the King of Garo, and seized the kingdom in the oasis for his people.

　Now, Xingmo is also standing here.

　By passing through this door, she will be faced with the ultimate conspiracy of the Empire and the secret.

　"Are you okay?" Aurora turned her head. "You've just become a demigod and haven't been absorbing spiritual energy for long. You might pass out while we're fighting."

　"fine."

　Xing Mo rubbed her temples gently. After the previous combat, her forehead did feel a slight sting.

　The sting was very slight, but Xingmo could feel that there was something huge just separated from her by a wall.

　It's like a thin cut on the skin, which looks insignificant, but once it is torn open, the flesh and blood will burst.

　Endless madness is just beyond.

　"Don't be so brazen, okay?" Aurora tilted her head. "Let me lead this battle. Even the Golden King and the Supreme Hymnist might not be able to defeat me. Try to conserve your energy."

　"I don't think it will be that simple..." Xing Mo rubbed his temples again.

　She suddenly felt the pain gradually deepening, like a knife piercing her flesh and blood, sinking into her bones bit by bit.

　The pain spread along the nerves, flowing into the surrounding space, flowing into something... connected to her.

　"it's time."

　Xingmo stretched out her hand and tried to push the door to see if there were any special protective measures.

　But before her hand could reach the door, it opened by itself.

　"Rumble..."

　There was a roar, accompanied by the sharp sound of metal rubbing against the ground.

　The pale blue moonlight passed through the String of Truth, layer by layer across the one hundred steps leading to the throne, and fell into Xingmo's eyes.

　Then, Xingmo saw the figure sitting on the throne.

　"Oh, you're finally here? Do you know how long I've been waiting?"

　He sat on the throne, legs crossed, elbows resting on the armrests, his dragon-scaled hand resting on half his face.

　Crossing the steps, Xingmo looked into his emerald green eyes, her mouth slightly open.

　Sitting on the throne was not the Golden King Ujjain, nor the Supreme Praiser.

　Sitting on the throne was herself.

　It’s Xingmo before she became a girl!

　That was the body of Xing Mo, the bell guardian! Black hair, green eyes, delicate eyebrows, Xing Mo was very familiar with it!

　"you..."

　Xing Mo stared blankly at his former body sitting on the throne, and was a little dazed for a moment.

　"Who are you?"

　"I'd like to ask... who are you?" The young man smiled. "I'm Xingmo, the Bell Keeper. I'm the Guardian of the Citadel, and the Saint of the Star Sea Goddess. Those are some impressive titles, aren't they? Just imagine how many people would bow down to me if I walked into the Goddess's church."

　Every time the boy spoke, Xingmo felt like she was looking into a mirror, and the other side of the mirror was her memories of more than ten years.

　Every morning, she would see that face in the mirror, that familiar face.

　But when she recalled it now, she felt that those memories... were somewhat fragmented...

　It was as if she had occupied someone else's body—a body that was not her own.

　In an instant, golden stars flashed before her eyes, extremely chaotic.

　"No...no..."

　Xing Mo covered her forehead and shook her head gently:

　"You...are not me."

　She straightened her mind and looked at the boy firmly.

　The latter's mouth curved into an increasingly prominent arc, and he nodded immediately.

　"Your self-awareness...is gradually recovering..."

　The young man stood up, his body in a black robe looking like a stone statue in the moonlight, cold and aloof.

　He walked down the steps step by step, with his arms open and a smile on his face.

　At this moment, Xing Mo noticed many different details on his body: such as the hands with dragon scales, the thinner cheeks, and the cunning and malice hidden between his brows.

　That was not Xingmo's former body, but more like a... copy with these slight differences.

　"Now, my name is Yuechen," the young man smiled. "I've been trapped by you for decades. It's such a shame... You're so weak... So weak that I want to tear you apart..."

　"You're so arrogant," Aurora said with a faint smile to the boy on the steps, "Have you ever considered..."

　"Shut up, lowly Outer God," Yuechen hissed. "You are nothing but a piece of meat crushed between the gears of fate, discarded flesh and blood... rotten soil..."

　"Oh...?" Aurora's eyes flashed green.

　She activated her true vision and saw through Yuechen's spirit, only seeing its essence.

　Then, she saw... a huge light figure with six wings.

　The light and shadow were pale blue, with continuous stars swirling around them, and the scattered shapes formed the outline of the wings.

　"So it's an angel..." Aurora said with a sigh, "No wonder she's so arrogant..."

　"You're quite arrogant, but even as a god, you're not worthy prey..."

　Yuechen smiled at Aurora as she walked down the stairs.

　Then, his gaze fell on Xing Mo again:

　"As for you, oh... I have waited so long... my prisoner... my liberator..."

　"I waited because I wanted you to witness... to witness our differences..."

　"Difference?" Xingmo pinched the wand.

　Yuechen suddenly grinned and looked up at the sky:

　"Have you forgotten? This is the primordial force that constructed the world! The three strings that converge in the essence of all things! The three most powerful notes from the one who painted them!"

　As he spoke, his emerald green eyes gradually turned into azure blue, transforming into the vertical pupils of a dragon!

　Three pairs of membrane wings made of light and shadow opened from behind him, suddenly straightened, and countless blue stars emerged and flew into the sky!

　"Witness the truth!"

　One, two, three strings of different colors appeared around Yuechen, like three guzhengs!

　They are Ice String, Shadow String and Water String!

　There are three strings of each kind, crisscrossing and shining brightly.

　This is a nine-string magic, a standard angel-level magic.

　Yuechen opened his arms and began to play the guzheng frantically. The chaotic notes converged and merged in the air, gradually turning into pale blue!

　He is speaking with the string of truth above the sky

　resonance!

　"!"

　Aurora immediately reached out her hand into the void, twisted it, and then grabbed Yuechen's life string!

　Since he is the source of the String of Truth, killing him will directly converge the string!

　But just as Aurora was about to tear the string apart, it suddenly transformed into golden quicksand and pierced her—

　"Shhh-"

　Aurora couldn't dodge in time, and her wrist felt a sharp pain, leaving a light pink mark on her skin.

　She turned around and saw a tall figure wearing a jackal mask and a wide robe stepping out from the shadows, holding a golden sand scepter in his hand.

　The Supreme Praiser.

　"Your life is sealed here," the Jackal's voice rose high. "The Song of the Sands has sealed your escape."

　The Song of Sand and the Tree of Life belong to the same power of the life realm, so naturally there is a competitive relationship between them.

　In the Sky Garden, the imperial base, the former had the upper hand.

　"Your research is going well, isn't it?" Aurora curled her lips. "Your master has given you incredible power."

　"It's good that you've regained your confidence," the Supreme Praiser chuckled. "I don't want to be an enemy of a little girl crying in the snow."

　Hearing this, Aurora frowned, and the green light in her eyes bloomed.

　She clenched her hand, and a tree-shaped spear grew out of it, which she threw at the moon dust above the steps!

　Before the spear was halfway in its flight, a raging fire burst out from the air and engulfed it.

　The Supreme Praiser struck the ground rapidly with his scepter, and a tide of fire gushed out of nowhere and flew towards Aurora.

　Immediately afterwards, a wave came from under the space, instantly restraining the flames.

　The next second, the flames suddenly changed direction, transforming into flaming swords that stabbed at the praiser.

　"Boom, boom, boom, boom -"

　The Supreme Praiser covered his body with his robe and leaned forward in the blooming heat waves.

　When he looked up again, the Divine Bone Sword came towards him accompanied by a heat wave—

　"clang--"

　The Supreme Praiser raised his scepter to block the metal that was as hot as the sun.

　He met Xing Mo's eyes that sparkled with golden light, and the sun wheel spinning behind her, and laughed softly:

　"Don't have a long memory."

　After saying this, the Supreme Praiser stretched out his hand and grabbed the fire strings controlled by Xingmo.

　In the underground treasure house of the Treasury, he just grabbed it lightly and broke Xing Mo's control over Huo Xian.

　This time, he did the same thing and used his iron claws to tear the string again.

　Then, his iron claws melted!