I am God Chapter 60: : The True Cup of God

Fantasy starlight continuously spread from Polo's body, and a door opened by countless fluorescent lights swallowed Polo and the entire Sun Cup Garden.

Polo floated up little by little with the star in his arms, and slowly rotated in mid-air, setting off layers of ripples and waves.

In that scene, it was as if the sea of ​​stars and the Milky Way were surrounding them.

Eventually.

Polo and the stars dissipate little by little in the halo, turning into stars,

Tito chased after him holding his own epic bone plate of Heinsay, staring at the high sky in a dazed manner.

Whispered.

"Queen of Stars."

"Master Polo."

There was nothing above the ground, and the bright garden disappeared along with the queen and the envoy.

In the air, faintly echoed Polo's last sigh,

"Unfortunately!"

"I didn't see God for the last time."

"I'm sorry, God Polo can't travel with you in the end."

As Po Luo Xing said, he will bring Xing into an eternal dream.

There they will be forever companions.

Tito stared blankly at the sky, watching the brilliance dissipate little by little, but at the same time a golden streamer fell from the sky and landed in front of him.

He cast his eyes on the ground, knelt on the ground and slowly picked up the thing.

"This is it!"

"God's Cup?"

Polo's body and all his strength condensed together, turning into a starry golden cup of God.

There are dreamy patterns on it, imprints of the sun and stars.

The cup of God carries the concept of dreams and the core coordinates of all dream powers.

It is the foundation of the dream, and it is the supreme force of the power of the dream.

Tito held the cup and looked inside, starlight rippling in the cup.

He saw the shadows of the Queen of Stars and the Envoy Polo, who turned into stars and entangled with the sun, shuttling through the endless sea of ​​sun cup flowers.

Then he saw grand or magnificent dreams one after another, born and disillusioned in the golden cup of God.

Finally.

The light converges and goes away.

The golden God's Cup climbed up a little bit of rust, and turned into a vicissitudes of life.

If it weren't for the miraculous power that was just displayed, no one would be able to see what it was.

But Tito vaguely understood what he was holding.

It is similar to the legendary crown of wisdom of Sally, the mother of life, and the crown of wisdom of the king of wisdom, Sally.

This is one piece.

The supreme artifact.

The poet's hand holding the Cup of God suddenly trembled violently, and he even felt that touching this object with his hands was a kind of profanation to it.

He held the cup of God high above his head.

"Master Polo."

"Is this your gift to the gods?"

"How can I offer you this supreme fetish? Can I really do what you said?"

The flowers called Sun's Cup are called the God's Cup by the Sanye people, but they are not worthy of this name.

As the ruler of all sun cups, the supreme thing of dream power, an artifact condensed by Polo himself.

This is it.

The true cup of the gods.

Tito carefully put away the Cup of God, and at this moment, countless emotions were surging in his heart.

He felt that he couldn't even speak, he could only describe it in words.

The poet Tito picked up the jade-like stone carving knife, and carved the last chapter of Heinsay's epic poem on the bone plate.

The shining stars are extinguished with the passing of the queen, and the fairy born in the dream also ends because of the shattering of the dream.

The kings of all dynasties have been buried under the dust with time, but the inheritance of Heinsay continues.

But the epic is gone, and the myth lost to time.

Only.

Faith endures forever.

The story of the messenger of the gods and the queen of the stars.

It's over.

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Sky Temple.

The city of God's servants.

The poet Tito returns with his great poem, and the queen opens the way to the temple for him.

In the tall and majestic palace, he prostrated himself on the ground in front of the eyes of many priests of the Star Luo Kingdom, and held up the epic poem of Xiyinshi carved on stone slabs.

"To Her Majesty the Queen."

"Wish!"

"The inheritance of Xiyin Sai is immortal, may the faith of the God of Yin Sai last forever."

The young incumbent queen was sitting on the throne. After reading the poems on the slate, she showed a shocked expression.

Even the third-generation queen of the Xingluo Kingdom, who was born in the Xilun family, only passed on word of mouth, and vaguely knew the story about Xiyin Sai.

This is the first time she has seen such a complete Hinsay epic, so real and detailed.

There is a frightening fatalism, the will of God that overrides everything.

There is the desire for power, the greed of original sin, but also piety and faith.

There is a collision between the supreme king of wisdom and the leader of craftsmen punished by heaven.

One character after another, gathered into an epic chapter.

"It's really a great poem. They say that you traveled all over the four countries to complete this book."

Tito's humble answer: "Only by witnessing the footprints of the kings can the true history be described."

The queen asked curiously: "I heard."

"You also saw the Queen of Stars and His Royal Highness Polo, the Envoy of God."

Tito didn't hide it: "I did see the Star Queen and the Angel."

The Queen immediately stood up: "How are they?"

Tito prostrated himself on the ground and said.

"Your Majesty!"

"The stars are annihilated, but the dream is forever."

In the palace, there was an instant silence.

Tito, who completed the Heinsay epic, became the hottest thing in the city of servants of God, and countless people sang his poems.

The nobles of the Star Luo Kingdom were proud to invite him to the banquet, and the priests came to ask for his works one after another.

His name spread from the Star Luo Kingdom to other kingdoms. The nobles and even the kings of other kingdoms sent invitations for him to visit their kingdoms.

He became what he had hoped, surpassing his father and grandfather and becoming a famous poet.

However.

All this does not make him feel satisfied.

Tito stood on the steps of the Sky Temple, looking at the sea of ​​clouds and the whole world.

he asked himself.

"Tito."

"You have been so successful, why do you still feel empty inside?"

He has been successful enough, and he has enjoyed a glory that he has never felt before.

But he can only call it success, not greatness.

He.

Want to be a great poet.

The words of the envoy Polo echoed in Tito's ears again.

"Tito."

"Go and find the legendary Shenxu Paradise, I leave something that will guide you to the direction of the kingdom of God."

"Go to the pyramid temple and meet the eternal Insay."

The wind picked up suddenly, blowing the flame in Tito's heart again.

The flames kept rising and could no longer be stopped.

Tito suddenly turned his head and looked in the direction of the City of Gods.

His eyes passed through mountains, lakes, deserts, and the boundless ocean.

I saw the land of gods full of sunflowers.

"I want to write a greater epic."

"No!"

"It's a myth!"

"The name is——"

Tito's eyes seem to have fire and light: "The hymn of the king of wisdom."