I am God LSLCCF

Chapter 117: The Beasts Finally Return to the Sea

As the divine technique unfolded, all conscious minds fell into Stan Tito’s illusion realm. From within the Desert Worm alone, nearly a hundred consciousnesses were dragged in.

A line was drawn between reality and illusion.

All who entered the illusory world could no longer sense the existence of reality.

No matter how powerful they were, or how enormous their bodies, they couldn’t exert their strength here.

At the same time, their physical bodies in reality could no longer constrain them.

Stan Tito’s consciousness avatar stood on the hazy forbidden flower, watching the lights falling from above, gradually transforming into silhouettes.

“I’m back to normal, I’m back!” The distorted, mutated priests regained their original forms.

“Are we out?” One consciousness after another recovered from pain, torment, and madness.

“Eternal pain, endless darkness, I’ve finally escaped.” They couldn’t believe it.

“Haha, it’s over, it’s finally over.” They were overjoyed.
After breaking free, the consciousness lights found themselves slowly dissipating.

But even so, these consciousness lights eagerly fled from the Ruhe beast’s constraints.

Even dissipating into the world brought them joy.

Death at this moment was not punishment, but a gift.

Only the mad king, in the sky of the illusion realm, clung tightly to a dark mist, unwilling to leave.

“No!”

“This is mine, this is mine.”

Stan Tito raised his hand, and even though the king’s silver light refused to leave, it was still pulled out.

In mid-air, after leaving the Ruhe beast’s body, it scattered into luminous dust.

Even in his final moment of existence, his face remained twisted with madness.

Finally, from that dense black mist, a slender silver shadow emerged.

She glided down from above, trailing light dust, and came before Stan Tito.

On the hazy forbidden flower emanating moonlight, the two faced each other.

The craftsman smiled silently, no words necessary.

Princess Saliman’s face showed gratitude as she bowed deeply to Stan Tito.

“Thank you,” she said earnestly. “Thank you so much!”

The craftsman nodded, waving goodbye: “Farewell.”

In the end, Princess Saliman’s consciousness completely dissipated before Stan Tito.

Both were smiling.

In reality, the eyeballs on the Desert Worm closed one by one, then dissolved and disappeared.

During this process, Stan Tito also discovered that the mutated Desert Worm was outwardly strong but inwardly weak.

The Samo king’s attempt to occupy the Ruhe beast with the immortality technique was doomed from the start. The two different powers gave it unimaginably strong force, but also led it rapidly towards destruction.

The bloodline of wisdom power and the mythical blood of life power could never truly merge.

Even if they entangled briefly, they would eventually separate.

Even without the forbidden technique, the Desert Worm would have disintegrated and entered the cycle in its madness.

“So, I was just hastening its demise,” Stan Tito realized.

He continued: “So it wasn’t an apocalyptic disaster at all, just the delusion of the Samo family, and our own fears.”

“We’re not as powerful as we imagined, nor can we bring about such great calamity.”

He looked up at the sky, suddenly feeling that God’s will was so unfathomable.

The result of all their efforts to change seemed to have been predetermined from the very beginning.

All they could do was advance or delay it.

But before its demise, the Desert Worm would surely have exhausted the Trilobite Men’s Ruhe brands completely, killing Henir and himself, then rampaging across the Yinsai kingdom.

If that had happened, who knows how many more would have died at the hands of the mutated Desert Worm.

Stan Tito took a deep breath, then exhaled.

“This is already quite good.”

“It’s better that fewer lives were lost.”

After all the consciousness lights condensed from the wisdom power bloodline had left, the Desert Worm itself completely collapsed.

It regained its empty gaze, letting out a desolate cry on the lake’s surface.

“Woo!”

Stan Tito stood on the Moon Magic Fern, stroking its skin.

Watching it gradually re-enter the cycle.

“Enter the next cycle, Desert Worm!”

“This is the bitter fruit reaped by the Trilobite Men and the Samo family, not your fault.”

It transformed back into a giant egg-like stone, sinking to the lake bottom.

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Before the Sky Temple, Henir finally awoke.

The moment he woke, he found himself controlled by an illusion, with Stan Tito standing beside him.

Behind was the cloud-wreathed temple, before him the edge of a high cliff. The moon still hung in the sky.

The craftsman sensed Henir’s awakening without turning.

The night wind was bitingly cold, and voices here seemed to lack warmth, tinged with a faint sadness and indifference.

“Henir,” Stan said, “it’s your turn.”

Henir sat up, looking confused.

“My turn?”

“Do you want to kill me too?”

Stan Tito shook his head: “Fear not, Henir. I haven’t come to take your life.”

“From now on, you can be the king of Yinsai without worry. No one will stop you anymore.”

Henir laughed, somewhat proudly: “So you too think I should be the king of Yinsai. I’m much stronger than those kings from the royal bloodline families, aren’t I?”

The craftsman chuckled: “Don’t misunderstand, I’m not your follower or admirer.”

“It’s just that if you died here, who knows when this war would end.”

“The entire Yinsai kingdom would fall into division again, countless ambitious people and madmen would emerge, and no one knows where those madmen would lead Yinsai.”

The craftsman turned back, and Henir realized he wasn’t real.

Before the moonlit cliff, his form writhed like water.

He was just a shadow condensed from illusion.

Stan Tito’s life was about to end, entering the next cycle along with the Moon Magic Fern.

However, the craftsman still had unfinished business.

He looked at Henir, or rather at the Ruhe brand on his forehead, and said seriously.

“I’m just saying, it’s your turn to give up the Ruhe beasts.”

“The era of beasts must end. We’ve already paid too heavy a price!”

Henir’s expression changed as he looked at the illusory shadow: “Is this the price of using the forbidden technique?”

“So this is why you came all this way, to die?” Henir asked incredulously.

Having bid farewell to one person after another, Stan Tito now felt no fear of death, for he knew some things were more terrifying than death.

“For the first half of my life, I never knew what I should do, what I should want.”

“I always followed others’ arrangements, others’ orders. My father told me to be a craftsman, so I became a craftsman.”

“Her Majesty the Queen told me to become the Child of Fortune, so I became the Child of Fortune.”

“But this decision, I made on my own.”

Stan Tito’s eyes fell into reminiscence, remembering his ancestor, the great poet Tito.

“When people understand the meaning of their existence, when they understand their mission, they truly become completely different.”

“At this moment, I feel I’m truly alive.”

“Even if life has only this instant, it’s enough.”

The craftsman lowered his head to look at Henir, smiling: “We don’t need to pursue eternal life.”

“Because this moment is eternity in my life.”

Stan Tito stepped forward, approaching Henir.

Henir couldn’t resist Stan Tito, who now stood at the peak of Trilobite Men power. His finger touched Henir’s forehead, and Henir’s consciousness involuntarily followed his command.

“Release them.”

“Let the beasts return to the sea, to God’s embrace.”

In the Sacred Lake.

The Sele Sea Spirit suddenly cried out, its “steel helm” falling away. It regained its original appearance.

At the same time, the beast egg at the lake bottom began to grow anew.

It was the Desert Worm, returned to the cycle.

Now Henir noticed that in the distant horizon, two Ruhe beasts were already crawling across the land.

In the moonlight, their enormous bodies looked only as big as fingertips from the Sky Temple.

Henir watched the last two Ruhe beasts heading towards the distance, one after another, their destination the sea.

The Trilobite Men had finally lost all the power of the beasts.

Stan Tito quietly watched this scene: “Such powerful force, it could destroy everything of the Trilobite Men, bring disaster to all of Yinsai.”

“Yet it alone could not bring happiness or a future.”

With a gust of wind, Stan Tito completely transformed into illusion light.

The elongated light dust moved towards the distant moon, towards the Ruhe beasts crawling on the earth, as if to follow them towards the sea.

His voice lingered in the air.

“Henir!”

“Be a good king!”

“Without the beasts, you’re just a king.”

“Anyone can become a king. If you can’t be a good one, naturally someone else will replace you.”