"I've forgotten the world for so long......"

"While the stars are still suspended in the sky, I fiddle with my hearth fire on the top of the mountains......"

"It was a happy time, and I forged my will."

"An indestructible shield, a withering and decaying warhammer......"

"Most of those works have been discarded by me, and they have caused me problems......"

Orn Sarek Bas tore at the hot and tyrannical pieces of flesh as he slowly told his story.

He likes to speak to these mortal creatures because most of them don't live long.

He wanted his story to be understood, but he didn't necessarily need it to live forever.

Yi Qiu listened to Orn Sarekbas's muttering, this was undoubtedly a lonely old god.

In the endless years, the eternal will like the ancient gods will also fall into some confusion.

In other words, those feelings that have precipitated more and more abundantly are silently fermenting.

It exudes a deep fragrance, with some regretful bitterness, but also some of the sweetness of the past......

But for Yi Qiu, these are all dust precipitated under the vast abyss.

They will not be forgotten, but they will never be able to bring back the warm past......

"Will you be distressed too, Yi Qiu?"

"We're always going to do things wrong, and they don't necessarily make you miserable, but they can make you feel a little depressed after a long time......"

Orn-Sarekbass wiped his forest-like beard, and it was immediately stained with grease.

"It was like this a long time ago......"

Yi Qiu said as he gnawed on the already cooked piece of meat.

The heart and mouth of the Void Spirit Dan Ruith Whale were more tenacious than he imagined.

This is now Yi Qiu's rare food that can feel the complete eating experience except for the core of the plane.

It is imbued with unimaginable tenacity, and ordinary magic and blades are completely unable to leave any traces on it.

The vitality and vitality that is full of life and vitality sings endlessly between the dead muscles......

Singing, the legend of the king of the ancient sea is just like the chant of the ancient ritual......

"And now?"

Orn-Sarekhbas was a little curious, he rarely encountered a warrior monk.

Or even if they do, those guys are always far away.

They have their mission, which makes them as calm as a mountain, but also with an almost suffocating pressure.

The danger of the world depends on one person or one organization.

That kind of thing that is intertwined with honor and responsibility is enough to change something......

So for Yi Qiu, Orn Sarek Bass is full of curiosity.

In his opinion, this is a warrior monk who is different enough.

But under the seemingly "deviant" behavior pattern, you can deeply feel his path of perpetuating tradition and suffering......

"...... Now"

Yi Qiu stopped enjoying the food, he didn't mutter for too long before he said directly:

"Now, I've put them in my own sea of mind."

After Yi Qiu paused, he stretched out his right hand.

It was one of the first two arms he had, and it was his primary organ for feeding and working.

The hand that once belonged to a mortal object, except for an engraved psionic tattoo.

There was still some shimmering oil, burning invisibly, like some kind of fierce flame.

The lines that belong to ordinary things have been smoothed out under the domination of qi.

He no longer needs the shallow furrows attached to his skin to increase the friction on matter.

And he no longer needs those negative emotions to remind him of the emotions that belong to mortal things......

"I am no longer influenced and bound by them......"

"Like the turbulent abyss, it will never be overturned by the influence of the storm......"

Yi Qiu put down his hand, he had changed, he still held on......

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"Well, I'm leaving ......"

Orn-Sarekbath looked at Yi Qiu, and at the moment there was not much meat left on the stones.

Orn-Sarekbath and Ichyu had a great conversation, but unfortunately he had his own path to follow.

In His view, each path of life should be independent.

They may meet from time to time, but they still have to face a longer period of solitude.

"If it goes well, our paths will no longer intersect......"

Orn-Sarekbas collected the grease-stained stone into a crack in the void, and he summoned the ancient fire.

Then, put your hand in!

Yi Qiu could feel the high temperature of the fire, it was naturally not a material flame.

It burns brightly, radiating eternal light like a star.

But what is flooding the period is an atmosphere that is difficult to describe.

It unfolds soothingly, painting an ancient and creative picture to Yi Qiu......

"I've been using it for three thousand five hundred and twenty-nine years......"

Orn-Sarekbath looked at the ancient fire in front of him, his gaze filled with a different complex emotion.

There may be nostalgia, pain, and an unrelenting past......

"Before leaving, I want to leave you some souvenirs, it's my habit......"

"I don't have anything left to give, and as I said, I haven't forged it in a long time."

"Perhaps, you need my help with something—I'm a pretty good blacksmith......"

Orn-Sarekbass withdrew his gaze from the fire, and then said to Yi Qiu.

"Forging?"

Yi Qiu looked at Orn Sarek Bas, he didn't understand the idea of this ancient god.

However, he felt that this ancient god was not bad.

Not because of His friendliness, or because of the meaty chunks of meat.

Rather, it is his philosophical outlook and worldview of the world and all things, which Yi Qiu quite recognizes.

The intertwining of ideas will bring deeper friendship.

For beings beyond the concept of mortal life, their friendship does not necessarily need to be based on the accumulation of time.

The closer the ideas and beliefs become, the two completely strange beings will soon become inseparable friends.

But unfortunately, on the eternal path, every life is a solitary ......

"Is this okay?"

Yi Qiu took out the Relief from the item backpack, then looked at Orn-Sarekbass and said.

"God-killing Blade ......"

"It's rare......"

Orn-Sarekbas looked at Sakbas, his gaze filled with a certain scrutiny and appreciation.

Not because of the craftsmanship that begins with mortal things, but because of the spirit that is born in it:

If it weren't for the idea of rebellion, how could it break the shield of divinity?

"I thought, I know what to do......"

Orn-Sarek Bath muttered for a moment before speaking slowly......