Chapter 116 History Talk Under the Linden Tree and Goddess Feilula

at the same time.

Odith had never witnessed the arrival of the first ray of morning light in the sky.

He slept with peace of mind because the soul of an old man who could not sleep was vigilant for him.

He slept in the dense forest, stained with dew and mist between the mountains, breathing in the greenness of the entire forest.

He was awakened by the dispute in the sky.

When he woke up, the morning mist in the mountains rose, forming an upward cloud curtain above his head.

Large halos are rendered in the world, and the whole world turns from darkness to brightness, brightening little by little.

He was a little confused. He had not seen the light for too long.

Odith, he is a mortal who has existed since the sun sets.

Nowadays, he has gradually become accustomed to this kind of life. He is used to groping alone in the dark, used to living alone, and enduring loneliness.

That's why he feels unreal.

He stretched out his hand, as if he wanted to keep the light in his palm and stop in every palm line.

"Light?" He couldn't help but make a tremolo.

Soon he looked into the sky again, trying to find the source of the quarrel in his dream. He seemed to vaguely remember someone mentioned the Sun God and a strange name.

However, the cloud curtain formed by the morning mist in the mountains has not yet dissipated and he can't see anything.

He felt a little magical. After more than fifty years, the sun actually rose again, just like more than fifty years ago, but he inevitably felt a sense of memory splitting.

"You're awake." The old man's peaceful tone came from the side.

Odith turned his head and looked at it. It was Sata, his unnamed teacher.

They snuggled under a linden tree yesterday to rest. Sata did not need sleep, his illusory spirit always surrounds the linden tree, as if he was missing the past.

"What happened? I seemed to have missed the sun rise and a good show?" he asked Sata.

Sata did not look back at Odith, and his attention was always on the lime tree in front of him.

The rain had left last night, and there were still many raindrops falling from the sky on the yellowed leaves of this linden tree.

Sata felt a little unusual.

The divine nature in his body that had transformed from the burning of the flames seemed to remind him in this way, wanting to help him clear away the fog of the clouds and let him see the truth.

But... it's a little worse after all.

He noticed it, but could not see what unknown thing was on the other end of the fog.

Sata actually doubted his own judgment. He believed that the divinity in his body affected him and made him startled.

This cannot be considered a good thing for a rational person.

He was a little absent-minded and replied casually to Odith: "There is a good show. The hero Maxiu is still alive and has also led to the real sun god."

"Maxiu?" Odith was a little confused.

He always felt that the name was a bit familiar.

Hearing that the name was chanted in a puzzled way, the old man finally turned around.

"Didn't I tell you, you forgot?"

"You always forget what I taught you very quickly."

"Anser is not just the god who commands the flames, he also commands the authority of history and records."

"Learn to respect history and the past, Odith!"

Odith instinctively retorted: "History cannot bring power..."

The old man smiled, laughing freely and happily. He tempted: "Then do you still remember? What I told you."

"More west of the earth, there are heroes trying to find the lost sun."

"He's called..."

The young Odis took his words loudly: "Maxiu!?"

His face was filled with surprise: "It's him? How could it be him?"

"He's still alive? How did he do it?"

The illusory old man's soul smiled and shook his head: "It's him, and judging from the results, he is indeed still alive."

"As for how he did it, and how he transformed into the sun and led to the real sun god..."

Sata smiled without saying a word, just pointed to the sky.

Then he sighed with some emotion: "Only they can know!"

Odith didn't know what to say for a moment.

A vague figure of a mortal man appeared in his mind. In front of him was the lost sun, and he had been chasing him never stopped. Those who knew him, including himself, felt that he had no hope, but he finally succeeded and only stayed.

Give everyone a back view...

What a strong fighting spirit like this!

Odith suddenly had a different understanding of the word hero - he felt that heroes should not be just mortals with the blood of gods, but should also have extraordinary achievements.

He suddenly felt lost - looking at the world, there was only one hero who could enter his eyes.

So he asked the old man's soul with trepidation: "Ma Xiu... what's wrong with him? Are he safe? Where did he go?"

Unlike Odith's uneasiness, Sata just said calmly: "It's probably dead."

"He has desecrated the sun as the sun."

"It should have been burned to death by the hot light shot from the real sun god."

"So I missed it?" Odith asked him.

Sata answered him: "If you refer to the death of the hero Maxiu, then yes, you missed it."

Odis was silent, but he didn't know why he was silent.

He fell into confusion. The no longer far boundary between the gods and mortals, which he had blurred because of the deeds of the hero Ma Xiu, became even more distant because of Ma Xiu's death.

Sata sighed when he saw this.

He said to Odith, "That's why I said, you always forget what I teach you very quickly."

"Odes, if you know history, you will know that it is inevitable."

"You will find that in the magnificent waves of history, Ma Xiu is just a trivial wave."

"Even the gods will fall, what is he?"

Odith asked him: "What is history? History is written by us, it can be true or false."

"Besides, no matter whether it is true or false, what kind of help does it have to me?"

This question is simple but not simple.

Sata thought for a moment, and he tried to search for simple and easy-to-understand words and examples in his mind.

His illusory spirit suddenly pointed his hand at the linden tree beside him: "History is the sum of all events that happened in the past," he said.

“As for its use…”

"Like this linden tree, what can you think of when you see it?"

"I will think of a story, a piece of history."

"This story was obtained when I explored the secrets of the gods from 'knowledge'."

Speaking of this, Sata paused, he put down his illusory fingers pointing to the lime tree, and then said: "It was said that a long time ago, in a period called the Golden Age."

"At that time, there were only a few humans in the world, no women, only men. At that time, humans could not reproduce themselves and needed to rely on gods to create things."

"The God King who ruled the heaven and earth at that time was named Kronos."

"At that time! The God King Kronos met a sea goddess named Filulla..."

"They joined together on a high mountain peak."

"Unexpectedly, the God King's wife suddenly came over..."

Sata said that there was a stop here.

Odith quickly urged: "What about?"

Sata smiled: "No more, the next thing involved another god. There was not enough sacrifice at that time, and 'knowledge' refused to respond to me."

"But speaking of this, the history of the unknown god involved is really expensive, like a bottomless pit."

"I tried it again later, and I found that I couldn't fill it up."

"But I know that the end of the ocean goddess named Filulla is to become a lime tree."

"I heard that--it was the God King Kronos who changed her with his own hands..."

As he said that, he left the lime tree and walked towards Odith, laughing:

"You see, this is the gap between us because of our understanding of history."

"Your road is still long, Odith."

As soon as Sata finished speaking, a woman's voice sounded quietly behind the two of them.

"How did you find me..."

"Whose descendants are they..."

Odith was shocked and sweated in a cold sweat when he heard this. He subconsciously looked at Sata's illusory spirit, but found that the latter was the same as him...
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