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

　Now, even she herself can't recognize who she is.

　"If I were to appear, you wouldn't have any more discussions," Xing Mo said in a reasonable tone. "Under the pressure of the angels, who would dare to voice their own opinions? In the end, the New White Tower Council would be my one-man show. Whatever I say, that's what goes."

　"You refuse power?" Alice put her hand on Xingmo's shoulder.

　“I refuse to let the extraordinary define human behavior.”

　Xingmo turned around and looked at Alice, with golden light flashing in her eyes.

　"Because everything depends on human efforts," she said word by word.

　The reason why Xingmo returned to the cemetery was simple. She wanted to dilute her divinity as much as possible and remember who she was.

　No matter what purpose those identities were created for, no matter what path she walked...

　She has to remember...

　Who am I?

　"Don't worry, I listened to everything that was said in the meeting," Xingmo said, smiling faintly at Alice. "I'll just try to stay out as little as possible. After all, this is a disaster that the Academy needs to weather on its own."

　"Thank you for your hard work," Alice pinched Xingmo's cheek, "Would you like to have lunch together?"

　"Of course, Your Excellency the Bishop," Xingmo blinked, "Have you booked a restaurant?"

　"Of course, but before that, you have to do me a favor."

　Then, Alice told Xingmo about her resonance with the Sword of Dawn.

　Hearing Alice say this, Xingmo frowned and murmured:

　"It shouldn't be..."

　She grasped Alice's shoulders, and at the same time grasped a string of truth, and the world turned into pale blue light and shadows flowing past her.

　In the blink of an eye, the two of them were standing in the underground string magic array area of ​​the White Tower.

　This is the area Alice used when she was promoted. Ancient white pillars support this underground space. Intricate patterns spread naturally on the pure white floor, forming a totem that looks like a plant pattern.

　Xingmo bent down and gently touched the ground with her hand, and dark power flowed out from her fingertips.

　She seldom uses the unknown power, even when it is contained in the complete truth.

　The nature of this power is too cruel and not easy to use.

　But in this case, its role is unique.

　""

　In the pitch-black vision, Xingmo noticed something unusual and frowned slightly.

　She reached out and grasped a pitch-black string, plucking it gently.

　"Ding~"

　Along with the floating string music, black waves surged from the ground and then began to separate to both sides.

　A cube was pulled out from between a totem of the string magic array and immediately fell into the darkness.

　A staircase leading down was revealed.

　Xingmo and Alice looked at each other, both drew their wands, and walked down the stairs.

　Xing Mo didn't know how deep the string magic array at the bottom of the White Tower was, but she estimated it was at least a hundred meters deep.

　To her surprise, this hidden staircase extended downwards another hundred meters.

　At the end of the infinite darkness, the two raised their wands and illuminated a magnificent giant door.

　The material on the surface of the giant gate was something Xing Mo had never seen before: various square shapes with pits and holes fit together, sparkling with a rainbow luster.

　This material doesn't seem to be from this world.

　Under the White Tower...there is actually something like this hidden?

　Xingmo stretched out her hand and tried to push the door open, but found that the door did not move at all.

　She and Xingmo looked at each other, and they both stepped back at the same time, raising their wands towards the door, ready to use wizard methods.

　At this moment, a voice sounded behind him:

　"It's no use. Miss Perlis said this door is not that easy to open."

　Xingmo and Alice turned around and saw Miriam standing behind them.

　"Milliam?" Xingmo murmured, "How did you..."

　"I sensed someone was coming, so I came here," Miriam breathed a sigh of relief. "I was startled. It turned out to be you..."

　"Why do you say this door can't be opened?" Alice frowned. "Milliam, what do you know?"

　"Because this door is embedded in time and space itself, destroying it is equivalent to destroying the space inside." Miriam shook her head. "Miss Perlis has already tried, and she was unsuccessful."

　"What's behind this door?" Xing Mo asked.

　"I don't know either, but Miss Perlis said..."

　Miriam swallowed her saliva and whispered:

　"...The origin of everything is hidden behind this."

Chapter 517: Cloud City (Part 3) -4k- (Two Updates in One)

　"origin?"

　Next to the floor-to-ceiling window on the second floor of the restaurant, Xingmo cut the steak neatly with a silver kitchen knife and raised the fork to her mouth.

　Before entering, she finally couldn't help but continue asking.

　"There has never been any record mentioning the space beneath the White Tower."

　"Because no one has ever arrived here before," Miriam wiped her mouth with her handkerchief very ladylikely. "Miss Pearlis is the first one."

　"It was...that night?" Xing Mo recalled that

　heavy rain.

　That night, in order to resurrect Miriam, Mentor Lucius used the White Tower to pick a star relic.

　That night, Miss Perlis entered the White Tower and placed Miriam's soul inside, allowing her to be reborn later.

　"Yes, I saw her pry open the floor of the White Tower and walk all the way to where you were standing," Miriam nodded gently. "When I was in the White Tower, a large part of my responsibility was to guard that door... Well, back then, I was just a harmless little golden sparrow. I couldn't really call myself a guard, but I mainly reported to her when anything unusual happened."

　"Has that door a name?" asked Alice.

　"The Door of Painting." Miriam answered neatly.

　The Gate of Painting...Xingmo quickly thought of an existence in his mind.

　The father mentioned by the goddess of the sea of ​​stars, Ivramis, the one who paints the strings.

　The existence that can be called "Father" by the main god of this world can naturally only be a god of a higher level.

　And His name is enough to prove this - string magic is the foundation of this world, and He is the existence that "draws" the "strings".

　Behind the painted gate... lies the origin of this world...

　Surrounded by numerous mysteries, Xing Mo couldn't help but raise his head and look up at the sky.

　Her vision flickered, and a faint blush came into view.

　Who is the Painter of the Strings? And what is the Red Moon like?

　The mortal world was already in such chaos, and what was the Star Sea Goddess doing? Was she just watching her offspring Cain destroy all of her anchors and then seize the Shepherd's String?

　Or...is this what He wants to see?

　"Miss Perlis, didn't you find a way to open the door?" Xing Mo asked.

　"She didn't find it, and she said that the door was bound by fate." Miriam shook her head. "It seems to mean... someone is destined to open that door, but it definitely won't be her."

　"It's destined..." Alice murmured.

　She recalled her resonance with the Sword of Dawn last night.

　"Maybe it's me." Alice looked at Xingmo.

　"Hmm..." Xing Mo nodded gently, "But senior sister, I think..."

　The second half of her sentence got stuck in her throat: I don’t think you should get involved too much in these matters.

　Xing Mo has seen many things involving the ultimate secrets of the world, and has been entangled in too many causes and effects.

　These causes and effects inevitably forced her to move forward on the established path, and she didn't want senior Alice to be involved.

　She had just gotten married, and joining the holy war was already a huge risk, and the String Painter...

　...That was a level that even Xing Mo couldn't imagine.

　""

　As if she could see Xingmo's worry, Alice smiled slightly and gently held her hand.

　"Don't worry, I know my limits and can handle it."

　"If anything goes wrong during the investigation, be sure to call me," Xing Mo said worriedly, "Even if you need to open the door, make sure I'm there."

　"Okay, I promise you."

　Alice smiled and nodded, but in fact, she was just as nervous as Xingmo.

　Behind that door may be the most terrifying secret in the world - that is the space under the White Tower that no one has set foot in for more than three thousand years!

　It is also supervised by an Outer God.

　Whatever it looked like, it was unlikely to be a tourist destination.

　""

　At this moment, the door of the box was pushed open, and Vivian walked in with the word "complaint" written on her face.

　"Ah...I'm so annoyed!"

　As soon as she sat down next to Alice, she grabbed her portion of steak and swallowed it whole.

　The three of them remained silent. They silently watched Weiwei swallow ten steaks in a row before finally speaking:

　"Qiuniu said that those Jiedushi refused to obey! It's no use for him to persuade them!"

　"As expected." Alice sighed.

　In this extraordinary war, the Jiedushi are very important resources, they are eight demigods and eight dependent armies.

　If they could take action, the battle of Mortiheim would be much less stressful.

　But those Jiedushi, whether they were on the Dragon Lord's side or not, seemed unwilling to cooperate.

　"I have to go to Yanxia," Vivian said gloomily, "Alice~Alice~"

　"Oh, go ahead, it's okay," Alice said, hugging Vivian gently. "Bahamut is here, let her handle it with you."

　"I don't like fire dragons. Fire dragons are bad." Vivian pouted.

　"You are the Ice Dragon Queen... please stop being so cute..." Alice laughed out of anger.

　No matter how high Vivian was among the ice dragons, she acted like a silly little girl in front of her.

　Although she is very cute, sometimes people always worry about her, always wondering if she is unreliable when doing things on her own.

　"Okay, I'm not a temperamental dragon," Vivian licked Alice's neck, "but I'm going to Yanxia tomorrow, and I don't know how long it will take me to come back."

　"It's okay, I have things to do here too." Alice rubbed her head.

　Watching the lovers say goodbye, Xingmo and Miriam looked at each other and decided to give them some private space.

　After saying hello, the two walked out of the box and left the hotel.

　Beside the seawall, two people walked side by side, the sea breeze blew on the girls' cheeks, blowing their hair.

　The silk blows.

　"Xiaomo, are you okay?" Miriam looked at the shimmering waves of the sea and softened her voice.

　"Not so good, I feel... I'm drifting away from this world..." Xingmo was very frank.

　She couldn't be honest with Aurora because she was her lover and didn't want to make her worry.

　She couldn't be honest with senior Alice because Alice had her own things to do and she didn't want to put more burden on her.