The red-haired demigod pondered for a moment. She had never heard of the Dream Continent before, but she quickly grasped its significance.

She asked tentatively, “Do you come from the Creator’s Domain?”

“From the God-Given Land!” the girl in the treetop nodded and then shook her head.

“The Creator’s Domain is vast. The God-Given Land is the Spirit Country, the Creator’s dwelling place.”

“We reside in the lower realm of the Kingdom of God.”

“I am of the dream race, a being created by Sovereign Hila.”

Blood Progenitor Vivien fell into contemplation. She didn’t know why, but the name felt oddly familiar.

In her memory, she had never encountered this being before. Moreover, the other was the exalted Dream Sovereign, the entity seated to the right of the Creator’s throne.

She had once met Dream Sovereign Hila and had even caught a glimpse of the Creator’s silhouette but had long forgotten these encounters.

Blood Progenitor Vivien had once shared a fated connection with Dream Sovereign Hila. When she was young, her sister nearly died in an accident. She used a cart to carry her sister in search of witch doctors and eventually boarded the Spirit’s Hot Air Balloon because of Hila’s compassion.

However, at that time, she was still merely a mortal.

All memories related to the Creator would fade due to insufficient spiritual rank.

Not to mention that Vivien had undergone two hundred million years of reincarnation, losing most of the memories stored in the Eye of True Knowledge.

Blood Progenitor Vivien bowed, paying respects to this great divine being.

“Wood Nymph from the Creator’s Divine Realm, have you come to see me by the Dream Sovereign’s decree?”

“Or have I accidentally encountered a messenger descending from the Divine Realm?”

Although the Blood Progenitor seemed to have stumbled upon the Rainbow Tree and met the Wood Nymph by chance, she also believed that this divine being might carry an oracle or divine will.

The Wood Nymph did not reveal whose will it was, only saying:

“We are Wood Nymphs.”

“We are messengers of the gods, beings that traverse dreams and reality, emissaries of wishes and thoughts.”

“Demigod of the mortal world! I have a tree hollow space that connects the mortal realm, the Dream Realm, and the Kingdom of God.”

“Only we can travel through this space.”

“I can carry letters, objects, or messages you wish to convey to those far away.”

The Wood Nymph gazed at the Blood Progenitor with her dreamlike eyes, her voice ethereal as she spoke.

“Your encounter with me, your sight of this Rainbow Tree… It means you have a message to send to a distant place.”

Meeting such a beautiful being and encountering a creature of dreams was a wonderful and fortunate event.

Yet Vivien’s mind was preoccupied with other matters, so she seemed somewhat distracted.

The Blood Progenitor shook her head, smiling as she spoke to the flower-crowned girl in the treetop: “But I don’t have anything I want to…”

Her words suddenly halted mid-sentence.

She immediately recalled something and asked excitedly.

“I wish to send a letter to the Creator’s Divine Realm, to the Ruler of Life. Is that possible?”

Vivien grew animated.

For after a long journey, she had finally seen a glimmer of hope.

She drew closer to the flower tree, its petals as vibrant as a rainbow near her red hair.

“May I… pray to the Ruler of Life?”

The Wood Nymph asked her, “What do you wish to pray for?”

Vivien replied, “I want to speak to the divine, the supreme and eternal sovereign.”

“The Trilobite Men have lost their past and lost too much.”

“We wish to make a pilgrimage to the temple of our ancestors to pay homage to our former glory and honor. We want to go…”

The Wood Nymph looked at Vivien. Having only recently come into existence, she could not comprehend Vivien’s excitement.

They had existed for too short a time, lacking the Trilobite Men’s weighty history.

They had never gained everything, only to lose it all.

But the Wood Nymph could sense Vivien’s emotions, a mixture of uncertainty, sorrow, and bewilderment.

She was a messenger of thoughts and emotions, an envoy of the gods.

Faced with such a plea, she naturally responded.

“Please, entrust it to me!”

The Blood Progenitor knelt on the ground, praying to the Ruler of Life.

She recounted her past and that of the Trilobite Men.

They were descendants of King Redlichia, proclaimed as the bloodline of God’s firstborn, while Shelly was known as the Creator’s firstborn daughter.

The emergence and birth of the Trilobite Men also relied on the power of the Mother of Life.

The Trilobite Men worshipped the Creator Yinsai as their god and also enshrined King Redlichia and the Mother of Life on their altars. Thus, worshiping this deity and beseeching the Mother of Life was natural to them.

The flower-crowned Wood Nymph waved her hand, transforming this segment of memory, this scene, into a sphere of light.

The Wood Nymph’s form gradually dissolved into an outline of flower petals, slowly dispersing amidst the fluorescence.

“I have received your letter and your wish.”

With these words, the Wood Nymph vanished.

Only the Rainbow Tree remained as the vibrant rainbow light on its branches faded away.

“Thank you, and thank you, Sovereign of Dreams.”

She knew well that this was the sovereign seated to the right of the Creator’s throne who was helping her.

In truth, simply conveying thoughts and sending letters did not require summoning a Wood Nymph.

One only needed to make a wish at the tree hollow or place letters and objects inside the Rainbow Tree’s hollow. The Wood Nymphs of the Dream Continent would receive them and deliver them to distant places.

Only for special individuals, special matters, or if they themselves were willing, would Wood Nymphs truly appear before people.

So the Blood Progenitor’s guess was indeed correct. The other sovereign had aided her, and the Wood Nymph had come bearing Hila’s will.

A few days later, she returned to the place where the Rainbow Tree stood.

Vivien passed through the boundary of that colorful, dreamlike power. The wind-swayed flower branches were densely packed, appearing like an enormous flower sphere.

She bent down, peering into the tree hollow.

This Rainbow Tree was still not very large. It was quite young and lacked Life Ability to accelerate its growth. Consequently, the tree hollow was only about the size of a washbasin.

But she saw nothing inside the hollow.

“Not yet?”

“Or did I misunderstand how the reply would come?”

Vivien could only sigh.

She felt somewhat anxious, worrying that her request might have been too presumptuous and fretting about not receiving a response from the Ruler of Life.

However, having come this far, she felt she could wait a while longer.

She decided not to leave and instead sat down.

She leaned against the Rainbow Tree, gazing at the clear sky through the flower branches. The dreamlike light surged around her, gradually lulling her to sleep.

As sleep overtook her, Vivien dreamed while lying beneath the Rainbow Tree.

In the dream, she saw an endless continent and a vast ocean.

Yet both the continent and the ocean were filled with mythical and ancient auras, completely different from the present world.

Vivien raised her head.

She witnessed an incredible scene. She saw the legendary God’s Moon hanging in the sky, formed entirely of God’s Grace Stone.

Upon closer inspection, one could see the power of the Crown of Wisdom, the supreme authority governing all wisdom-bearing creatures.

“Creator’s Domain.”

Vivien immediately knew where she had arrived.

As soon as she uttered these words, her form and consciousness were drawn inexorably into the distance.

She swept across the land, leaping over the steep cliffs of the Sacred Mountain.

Finally, she arrived at an immense and majestic ancient city and stood before a divine temple.

Vivien cautiously walked inside, not daring to raise her head.

Only when she entered the temple did she slightly lift her gaze.

On a throne resembling a candelabra sat an immensely powerful deity.

The moment she saw the figure, she trembled uncontrollably. She was filled with awe and trepidation ingrained in her blood and essence. It was the instinctive response of a servant before their sovereign deity.

Vivien saw nothing.

The figure was like darkness swallowing the world with a demonic shadow as vast as a continent looming within it.

Vivien had initially wanted to speak, to explain her plea to the deity.

But at this moment, she couldn’t utter a single word.

She could only tremble, as if her soul had been seized, rooted to the spot.

The Life Sovereign on the throne gazed at her: “I know your request. It is granted.”

“The Yinsai Scepter is also in the Sky Temple. It is Redlichia’s relic and belongs to you Trilobite Men.”

“You may take it back.”

With that, everything ended.

Blood Progenitor Vivien awoke from her dream with a start, finding herself, a demigod, drenched in sweat.

She immediately turned and prostrated herself before the Rainbow Tree.

“Thank you, great Ruler of Life.”

“Your benevolence will forever be etched in the hearts of the Trilobite Men.”

Though it was the sovereign’s blessing, for a servant, merely facing such a great being made her body and soul tremble and filled her with trepidation.

The Blood Progenitor hastily left the Sunrise Mountains, unable to calm her emotions for a long time.

It wasn’t until she ran to the southernmost edge of Ruhe Beast Island and stood before the vast sea that she finally regained her composure.

She descended into the sea, sinking into the Blood Realm.

Alpens and Smerkel were waiting for her, or rather, waiting for the news she would bring.

“Lady Vivien.”

The Blood Progenitor looked at the two, smiling as she spoke.

“We… can go back now.”

Alpens and Smerkel stood motionless, one smiling with tears flowing from his eyes.

The other stood dumbfounded, but his fingers trembled uncontrollably.

As the moon rose to its zenith, the frozen surface of Heaven’s Mirror Lake swiftly thawed.

To Vivien, Alpens, and Smerkel, this sight resembled a giant eye twitching its eyelid.

Only they could truly understand what an enormous being lay beneath their feet, and what terrifying power it possessed.

But there was no time to ponder such things now because they had already received permission from the Ruler of Life.

The Ruhe beast showed no anger at their trespassing in the forbidden area and instead opened a passage for them.

The three transformed into streaks of blood-red light and plunged into Heaven’s Mirror.

The world turned upside down.

The mirror surface inverted.

It was as if they had pierced through reality, arriving in another world.

They fell from the water, sinking into a lake-bottom space.

They saw a great mountain, and as they fell, an ancient city below them grew larger.

They landed in the city, standing in the center of a stone-paved street.

The surrounding architecture appeared bizarre to the Snake People because it had an indescribably ancient, primitive, and strange style. Yet one could sense a highly advanced civilization.

But for the three of them, these buildings were so familiar and comforting.

Smerkel spun in circles as if drunk.

He stumbled on the stone pavement with his eyes fixed on a point as if trying to etch everything permanently into his mind.

“God-Servant City. This is God-Servant City!” he exclaimed.

Alpens fell to his knees, kissing the ground.

He assumed the prayer posture of the Trilobite Men, then closed his eyes.

“Oh God! It’s really here,” he breathed. “The Sacred Mountain is still here, God-Servant City is still here, and the Sky Temple is still here.”

Vivien seemed to forget about the other two, running through the streets of God-Servant City.

Without even thinking, she skillfully found the small path leading from God-Servant City to the Sky Temple.

Unlike the previous Snake Person intruder Avel Xiuborn who took the main road, in the ancient era when Yesael built the Sky Temple, that grand road was built to welcome the Creator Yinsai.

This was evident from the giant stone statues of the first King of Wisdom, Redlichia, and the second King of Wisdom, Yesael, kneeling on either side of the road.

Alpens and Smerkel caught up together as God-Servant City was so called because it was originally the city where the divine servants who attended the Sky Temple lived before later becoming the capital of Yinsai.

But regardless, in this place, the Sky Temple was always the most important location.

The three arrived together before the Sky Temple, whose great doors had already been opened by Xiuborn.

They stood at the foot of the steps, looking up to see the statue of the Creator Yinsai.

Smerkel had reached this place before, having once gazed upon the deity’s statue from this angle.

“The statue of God Yinsai, carved by King Yesael himself, loomed before them.”

Alpens looked towards the Blood Progenitor standing before him: “Lady Vivien, we have returned.”

The first time he saw this place was when he followed Lady Vivien to participate in the campaign against the Evil God, the great battle to reclaim the Sacred Mountain and the Sky Temple.

That was their most glorious time, their most honorable moment.

As soon as Alpens finished speaking, he noticed that Blood Progenitor Vivien’s face was already streaked with tears.

She was clearly the most moved, yet she only managed to say:

“Let’s go!”

“Let’s enter!”

Their expressions solemn and devout, they slowly entered the Sky Temple.

Here lay buried the kings of generations past, the resting place of their ancestors.

This was the home of their faith, the proof that they had once existed.

As the Creator’s statue before them grew larger, they saw the Mother of Life seated to the left of the Creator’s throne, King Redlichia standing below it, and the Dream Sovereign seated to the right.

The colorful murals remained vibrant. The sacred palace was still radiant under the moonlight.

The history and stories of the Trilobite Men were hidden within.

Here, they could hear the voices of their ancestors through the ages.

Here lay the echoes and imprints left by generations of Trilobite Men, from King Yesael to the end of the God-Forsaken Era, including all their prayers.

Those voices were sacred and grand.

“God said, the king wears a crown.”

“The King of Wisdom said, God doesn’t care, but I do.”

“God said, I am alone and so are you. The human race has not yet been born into this world and you are the only Trilobite Man.”

“Out of loneliness, God created the King of Wisdom, Redlichia, and because of Redlichia’s loneliness, God created the Trilobite Men.”

“Thus began the race, and from this moment, the kingdom was established.”

In this moment, it was as if they had reversed time, returning to billions of years ago.

Back to the era when the Sky Temple was still filled with priests, and millions flocked to God-Servant City.

Without any need for recollection, the three joined in singing with those voices,

“God said, I am the God who created you, and you are their king.”

“God told the King of Wisdom, the chasm of desire will not be satisfied no matter how much you give, and the mountain of resentment will not disappear even if you bestow favors.”

As the chanting continued, the shadow of the Crown of Wisdom appeared in the sky.

One could see that these words, every sentence and character, were engraved upon that crown.

This was the “Oath of King Redlichia.”

It was the dialogue between the most ancient King of Wisdom, King Redlichia, and the Creator Yinsai.

Every Trilobite Man had grown up reciting this oath.

This oath and these words were engraved in their blood and etched in their spirit.

As they spoke, the three almost curled their bodies on the ground, weeping uncontrollably.

After a long while, they finally rose from the ground.

At this moment, the statue of the Mother of Life seated to the left of the Creator’s throne seemed to move slightly.

A beam of light enveloped an object which then fell before the three.

It was a scepter.

It originated with the King of Wisdom and was initially just an everyday item of King Redlichia.

But after the Trilobite Men lost the Crown of Wisdom, it became the symbol of the Yinsai kings.

“It’s the Yinsai Scepter,” Smerkel said. Though he had never seen it, he knew its appearance.

“I thought it was lost in some corner or in the depths of the sea. I never imagined it would be preserved here,” Alpens said. His previous incarnation had been a descendant of the Henir Dynasty. How could he not recognize the Yinsai Scepter?

Vivien carefully took the Yinsai Scepter, the sacred object of the Trilobite Men.

Together, the three once again knelt and bowed to the Mother of Life.

The Magic Wheel House slowly drove along the road.

It seemed the Blood Progenitor was in a good mood, now able to appreciate the surrounding scenery.

The Magic Wheel House passed through the border of Suinhor and by the City of Fire Protection.

Blood Progenitor Vivien gazed at this city from afar.

When she first saw it, it was still the era of the Fire Guardians.

Alcina’s bloodline had not yet been broken, all Snake People were naked, and there were few cities.

The Snake People could only forge a small amount of bronze to sacrifice to the gods, and even pottery was exclusive to the nobility.

It was Alpens and Smerkel who changed all this.

Alpens unified the city-states, compiled new laws and order, transforming the chaotic world into an orderly civilization.

Smerkel resolved internal troubles and external threats, established currency, promoted the cultivation of textiles, drove commercial trade, and carried out sweeping reforms throughout Suinhor.

They changed this city-state, this kingdom.

This led to the Snake People now wearing clothes instead of exposing their bodies, every household using pottery, and smelting workshops and pottery workshops spread across every city.

But even so, compared to the Trilobite Men’s civilization, they were still in a primitive and barbaric state.

Vivien was born in the era of the Henir Dynasty.

In that era, the first Sage of Truth, Sandean, had already brought back miracle techniques from the Creator’s Divine Realm.

Through various rituals, the Trilobite Men possessed almost inexhaustible resources and all kinds of miraculous creations beyond imagination.

Compared to the Trilobite Men, the current Snake People could only be described as still very backward.

But the prosperity of the Trilobite Men was, in a sense, also a mirage built upon the Creator’s grace.

However, in that era when there was nothing on land or sea, apart from God’s grace, they truly had nothing else.

Vivien looked at everything outside, falling into deep thought.

This era was much more abundant compared to the previous one, possessing more possibilities. Perhaps this era could create even greater miracles.

The Magic Wheel House passed through the main road, and Vivien saw a merchant caravan by the roadside.

A cart pulled by a tamed sail-camel had overturned.

The cart was broken and couldn’t move forward.

The goods on the cart had spilled all over the ground.

A young man approached with a large package to repair it and while repairing, he saw the miraculous Magic Wheel House passing through the street.

In the evening mist, the Magic Wheel House emerged and then disappeared into the mist again, making it seem elusive.

This house, which could run on land without any beast of burden, clearly startled everyone in the caravan.

“Look, a house!”

“A running house?”

“See how its wheels are turning.”

No one could understand how the Magic Wheel House was running.

“What is that?” People watched curiously as the Magic Wheel House came like the wind and left like the wind.

“It must be an alchemist’s creation. I’ve heard the alchemists in the east are very powerful.” No one was afraid. In this world full of supernatural powers, it was normal to encounter all kinds of strange creations.

From the window, Blood Progenitor Vivien couldn’t help but look at the broken cart.

Her gaze happened to meet that of the young man.

The young man had never seen such a beautiful person before, and he froze on the spot, unable to move for a long time.

Vivien suddenly remembered something.

A long, long time ago, when she wasn’t yet a Sage of Truth, not even a priestess, she lived in a city called Cross City.

The city had kind neighbors and friends, a repair shop owner who looked fierce but was kind-hearted, and a doctor who wanted to cure all diseases.

They lived a quiet and happy life.

At that time, she was just a cart repair worker like the young man before her.

She was similarly confused, standing at a crossroads and expecting a peaceful life in the future.

Whether they were Trilobite Men or Snake People, as races with the bloodline of wisdom, they were very similar.

The Blood Progenitor finally turned her head and spoke to Alpens and Smerkel behind her.

“I have decided to let more Trilobite Men reincarnate in order to promote the city state civilization of Suinhor.”

“At the same time, I plan to reforge the Eye of True Knowledge to respond to the sacrifices and prayers of believers and once again form an object for the transmission of civilization.”

“Let the wisdom, technology, and power of the Trilobite Men appear more in this world.”

King Alpens saw that Vivien was finally looking forward and was no longer hopelessly immersed in the past.

He revealed a gratified smile.