Huh? Are they all real?...

It pointed northeast.

"Okay, this direction is the way!"

It's a bit frivolous, but in a sense, it might be the most reliable approach right now.

Because Moen didn't know what he was going to do either.

Therefore, leaving everything to fate is often the right choice.

It leaves its mark on the past.

And to let people know that they exist.

Now that the task of going back to the past has been accomplished, it doesn't seem difficult.

But upon closer examination, problems still exist everywhere.

For example, to what extent should I do?

Exaggeration could rewrite later history, leading to some huge oversights.

However, being too cautious could lead to the plan failing.

He and she have now begun the ritual of ascending to godhood.

Of all the divine rituals that Moen knew, failure of a ritual often meant the complete end of the ascension to godhood.

There are very few opportunities to start over.

Neither Moen nor she knew what would happen if the divine ritual for the doll failed. Therefore, Moen didn't want to gamble.

Thinking of this, Moen couldn't help but rub his temples and say:

"O Origin, please take good care of me."

Moen's voice seemed to have truly reached the ears of the Primal One.

As soon as Moen finished speaking, he saw a little boy carrying a bucket of water ahead of him as he walked towards the tree branch.

Not too old, not too young, just the right age to begin to understand things yet retain a childlike innocence.

As Moen's gaze swept over, he noticed Moen and put down the bucket he was holding.

At the same time, he unconsciously tugged at his obviously ill-fitting linen jacket.

He couldn't recognize what Moen was wearing, but he knew that it was a completely different kind of respectability compared to his own tattered clothes.

He even had a pair of beautiful shoes.

Moen wore fine knight's shoes from the Baratheon court. The boy, however, didn't even have a pair of straw sandals.

They could only walk barefoot on the yellow earth full of gravel.

This made the boy even more envious and more embarrassed, and he wanted to use the bucket he was carrying to hide those dirty feet.

Noticing this, Moen thought for a moment and then decisively took off his shoes.

To the boy's surprise, she stepped barefoot into the yellow earth and walked towards him.

"Hello, child. As you can see, we are no different."

Moen used the phrases of people he was most familiar with.

He couldn't determine what era it was or what language the child was speaking.

So I simply used the language I was most comfortable with and familiar with.

As expected, Moen's voice clearly confused the boy.

This was a language he had never heard before.

So he subconsciously said:

"what did you say?"

This accent instantly confirmed Moen's language—Persimidaean, a variant of the ancient Elvish language.

This is the First Age, the era of the frenzied war of the gods.

“I said, we’re no different, child.”

Having determined the language, Moen switched to the boy's language without any difficulty.

While the boy was still in a daze, Moen had already walked up to him.

"As you can see, child, I am a traveler from afar, so far that you can't even understand my language. So, I want to ask, where is this place?"

A fourteen or fifteen-year-old boy obviously couldn't understand why Moen knew the language here if he didn't know where he was.

He just thought that Mohn might be asking what the place was called.

"Ah, hello, this, this is Bobo Village."

"Bobo Village? Why is it called that?"

"Because our village was built using wood brought from Bobo."

Ah, the Bobo, which can pull logs, is a unique species of the Western Plains during the mid-to-late First Age.

I remember it was a very docile giant woolly cow.

So now we are in the Kashi Plain during the later stages of the Age of Gods war.

"Then, child, let me test you. Do you remember why a deity recently left?"

"How did the last deity depart?"

"Yes, that's how the last deity left."

Because this was a person who, in order to show goodwill, was even willing to take off his shoes and go barefoot like these savages.

So, seeing Moen's kind smile, the boy said without hesitation:

"The sun, the great sun, is setting on our western plains!"

sun?

Is my proud yet humble brother dead?

Moen's heart sank slightly.

Because the primordial sun had already been created perfectly.

Therefore, many people were surprised and felt pity for his appearance.

Even his brothers looked at him in the same way.

But this strangeness did not defeat him; instead, it made him stand up even more strongly.

This was originally a good thing.

But he gradually became arrogant.

"Sunset, my child, do you remember when that happened?"

The boy's answer was as quick as ever.

He raised his hand almost as if he were answering a question prematurely:

"One year ago!"

Only a year?

This was a number that surprised Moen.

Although people have always described the Age of Gods as a desperate era of war.

However, this does not mean that wars broke out every day during that era.

Even more so because the eldest sons, who were brothers, dominated that era.

Therefore, before entering the final stage of complete loss of control.

The eldest sons would often cease hostilities and mourn for decades or even centuries after the death of a brother.

So when Moen heard that the sun was a recently departed deity, he thought that the sun might have been dead for decades or even centuries.

After all, if the sun had just died, the Western Plains shouldn't be so peaceful.

But I never expected it to have happened a year ago.

“That was a very good answer, child. So, as a reward, here you go.”

Moen gave him nothing else.

Instead, he gave him the candy he had brought with him.

To ensure safety, Moen specifically chose sugar cubes that were packaged together.

After taking a piece of the neatly cut and stacked white sugar cubes and putting it in your mouth.

Mo En handed it to the boy and said:

"Mmm, very delicious, child."

The unsuspecting boy almost impatiently stuffed the candy into his mouth.

In an instant, he was completely captivated by the high-grade candy that was directly supplied to the Wang family.

It was so sweet that he almost thought he had gone to the heaven the priests had spoken of.

“It’s so, so delicious!”

After saying that, he wanted to eat another piece, but the candy he had just picked up stopped right in front of his mouth.

He clearly wanted to eat it, but in the end he only smelled it to satisfy his craving before carefully putting it back and wrapping it up again.

"Why not eat another piece? Isn't that enough?"

The boy said shyly:

"I've never tasted such delicious candy before, so I want to take some back for my friends to try."

"Give some to your friends? Good boy, but what about your parents? Won't you give them some too?"

This was originally just Moen joking.

But the boy shook his head and said:

"I haven't seen them since I was very young."

Ah, the sun has only been gone for a year, so before the sun left, they must have been living in a real era of war.

"Sorry, kid."

"Well, you don't need to apologize. After all, many people in our village are like that."

"Is this the case in many places in your village?"

"Yes, the priest said that the sun needs our parents to contribute their strength so that the sun can take us to his kingdom."

"Those who leave can meet again somewhere."

At this point, the boy scratched his head curiously and said:

"But the sun has already set, can we really still go to his country?"

Will I ever see my parents and the rest of the villagers again?

Moen didn't know how to answer that question either.

Chapter 421 The Sun (4k)

The madness of the Age of Gods lasted for an entire era.

Although there were occasional moments of peace, they were destined not to last.

Furthermore, because it was a war between the eldest sons, the calm period used to accumulate strength would eventually erupt into a frenzy far beyond what later generations could imagine.

What sustains people through such a cruel era may be those small and insignificant hopes.

So Moen remained silent.

In the silence, the boy looked at Moen curiously and asked:

"But what brings you here? Are you just passing through the Western Canada Plain?"