The poet Tito was ready for a long journey. He put his luggage into a woven oval-sealed net bag, which he could put his hand through and carry on his back.
Tito arranged it meticulously. He took out the ancient Jesser route map slate collected by his family and put it into his luggage. This was the most important reference route for his trip.
With it, Tito can avoid some dangerous places without losing his way.
He will follow the footsteps of his ancestors and embark on a journey back again.
He also installed a sword given by the queen, which was made from the carapace shed by the Ruch giant monster. He was even ready to fight the people of the Demon Abyss when they encountered them.
"alright!"
Tito breathed a long sigh of relief. He was originally very nervous, but he completely relaxed before leaving.
"It's time to go."
A shadow appeared at the door of the room, and the light dimmed slightly.
Tito stopped. He knew who was coming without looking back.
"Father!"
His father called his name in a stern tone: "Tito, it's not too late to regret it now."
"I never regret anything," Tito said.
The father said: "When you fall into the abyss, when you face death, when you lose everything."
"You will realize how ridiculous what you are saying now is."
"And once you set out to find the God-given land, these are the things you will inevitably encounter."
"Stop it!"
"You have surpassed me and your grandfather, what else are you dissatisfied with?"
Tito put down the knitting basket he was holding and paused for a while.
As if hesitating and wandering, his father thought so too.
His father's words softened, admonishing Tito.
"The Jessel Channel has been completely abandoned a long time ago. Your antique-like channel slate can no longer be used. Now the sea is full of people from the Demonic Abyss, and those monsters block the road to the God-given land."
"Not to mention, the gods have cast a curse, and we will never be able to return to the promised paradise."
"You can't cross these chasms and reach the palace of the gods."
Tito didn't stop after hearing this, but slowly put the knitted backpack on his back.
The movements were slow but steady, just like his determination now.
"It is precisely because of the danger and the inability of ordinary people to do it that it makes it great."
"Some people are born to be kings, some are born to be priests of God, and some are born to possess extraordinary wisdom."
"but me."
"He was born to write the greatest chapter in the world."
"This is my mission and my destiny."
Father: "You're going to die."
Tito: "I am already prepared for this. Someone has to sacrifice his life for a great cause, right?"
The father was furious and he pointed at Tito and said.
"You are so arrogant. Do you think you are greater than King Jessel?"
"King Jessel died on the way to find and return to the land given by God. Why do you think you can do what King Jessel can't do."
Tito and his father looked at each other, shook their heads and said, "No, it's because the people of Hinsey are too easy to forget. It's the descendants of King Lederiki who have already lost their faith."
"We have long forgotten our past and our ancestors."
"I'm not trying to do something greater than King Jessel, I'm just trying to get back our past, our origins and our birth."
"Then."
“Keep it in mind.”
Tito walked past his father and came to the street.
Many people in the city already knew that Tito was about to embark on a journey to find the God-given land, and they came to see him off.
They crowded on both sides of the street and watched Tito walk out of the mansion.
People cheered and surrounded Tito.
"Lord Tito, are you really going to find the God-given land?"
"I heard that it was the messenger of God who gave you guidance and opened the door to the Kingdom of God. Is this true?"
"Lord Tito..."
"Lord Tito..."
Tito passed through the crowd. Everyone was excited and kept coming forward to ask questions.
Tito didn't speak, just looked at them with a smile.
By the time they arrived at the gate of the City of Servants of God, tens of thousands of people had gathered behind them.
"Lord Tito!"
"You must come back safely!"
Tito waved his hand and left along the steep path of the Holy Mountain.
Starting from the City of Servants of God, Tito will pass through the various towns of Star Luo Kingdom, and then embark on the Jessel route in the City of God's Advent by the sea.
Everywhere he went, he caused a stir.
Everyone has heard of his name and knows his story, and many people have even heard that he is going to find the God-given land.
Some people laughed at his overestimation, while others admired his courage to challenge such a great goal.
The city where the gods descended.
This gradually declining city is no longer a royal capital. It has lost everything except its symbolic meaning, just like the former Kingdom of Hinsay.
The Lord of the City of the Gods asked Tito at the banquet.
"I know your story. I heard that you are going to embark on a greater journey?"
Tito nodded: "I'm going to find the God-given land."
Everyone present burst into laughter. No one thought Tito could do this. Everyone thought he was just going to die.
They looked at Tito with sadness and mockery in their eyes, as if they were looking at a frog in a well who didn't know how high the sky was.
Tito faced all this without changing his expression.
He glanced at everyone and said in a strong voice.
"Is it something to be proud of if you forget the past and your ancestors?"
"We were once masters of land and sea, a lineage of the firstborn sons of God."
"Now that the ocean has been lost, only the land remains."
"at last."
"We have forgotten even our past glory and memories."
Tito walked up to the height of the party little by little, and he shouted loudly.
"I am going this time to find everything we have lost."
"Let our glory, our faith, and our origin be forever engraved on the stone slab and in our memory."
"Let all future generations remember that we come from the land promised by God, and we were once the glorious firstborn sons of God."
His words shocked everyone present into silence.
The city lord of the City of Gods stood up and saluted Tito.
"Bless you, great poet."
"May the power of Yinsai protect you forever, and may you--"
"Bon Voyage."
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Tito came to the secluded place where Polo and Star once lived, and stood here looking at the sea.
Until night, the stars come.
The Cup of God in the woven basket on his back suddenly burst into light, and he faintly saw a light running into the distance, guiding his direction.
"Lord Polo, the messenger of God."
“Is the other end of the light the temple of God?”
He jumped into the sea, but did not feel any discomfort. They were part of the life in the sea in the past.
Fading away, he looked back at the shore in the darkness.
The light emitted by the lighthouse lightstone of the City of Gods merges with the stars in the sky, shining extremely brightly.
