During this process, the stones were gradually eroded by the power of intelligent spirits, so that those spirits could afford to move them.

A large number of oath spirits carried these stones on their backs and carried them to the soul.

Densely piled bricks and stones were piled up, and each stone was engraved with oaths and promises. It seemed that as long as the materials for building the temple were slowly collected, they would be able to gather them.

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This palace was extremely difficult to build and took hundreds of years to build.

However, in the past few hundred years, more and more oath spirits have come here, and the stone of oath has been inscribed faster and faster, and more and more oaths have been carved.

As a result, the shape and outline of the temple became increasingly clear.

When they were about to complete the first temple.

The world has changed.

The dream world and the sea of ​​​​stars appeared, and the dead had a destination.

In the sky above Xiinsai, Shira, the messenger of the god Yinsai, opened the door to the dream world.

People and the dead all over the world were cheering. They looked up at the door to the dream world that opened in the sky, and watched each beautiful dream rising into the sea of ​​stars.

"Salvation!"

"The Creator's Redemption."

"The great saint Stan..."

On another continent, the soul stood high on the unfinished temple and looked into the distance.

He couldn't hear the cheers, he just felt that something was not right as before, but he kept repeating it in his past memories and he didn't understand what was wrong.

His oath spirit seems to be starting to become less and less, because he is no longer the only destination for death.

But it doesn't matter, there are still many people who are devout to God here.

Bricks are still being added, and the temple is still under construction.

He no longer looked into the distance, he only thought about his temple, and the ancient oaths and promises.

"boom!"

And on this day, as the last brick was carried by a group of oath spirits, it was sealed.

This palace built by faith and vows was finally completed.

A dense crowd of oath spirits stood under the temple, looking up at the temple. They did not cheer and seemed extremely silent.

"Buzz~"

The moment the temple was completed, the soul and all the oath spirits seemed to have changed again.

A special realm appears, distorting reality and pulling it into illusion.

"God said..."

"God said..."

"God said..."

The power of that oath is deeply engraved in this realm.

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Under the fierce sun, the air seemed distorted and hazy.

The soul stood in front of the gate of the temple, watching the stairs paved with oath stones spreading down under its feet, staring into the distance.

How long has he been standing here like this?

Ten years? Twenty years?

Or a hundred years?

He was very confused, why did the god not come after the temple was repaired?

"Why?"

"Why hasn't God come yet?"

He was talking blankly, not knowing who he was asking.

Standing on the steps of the palace, he turned around and looked into the temple for the first time.

He was about to enter the temple. He stepped forward, but when he stood in front of the gate, he suddenly stopped.

He was a little scared, as if there was something in the temple that made him fearful and frightened.

He hesitated for a long time and finally walked into it.

The first thing he saw when he entered was the altar. There was no statue of God on the altar, but in his eyes, a majestic shadow of an eternal star appeared, standing tall in the outer universe.

That was a picture he had seen before.

He walked forward and gradually saw a figure standing under the altar against the light.

He was a little excited and wanted to see the other person's appearance clearly. He kept walking forward, his eyes wandering under the bright light.

Suddenly, the other party turned back to look at him and said.

"Jesel!"

"Only God is eternal."

"No matter how much we gain, we will eventually decay and lose it."

That's his father.

For a moment, the soul stopped moving forward.

He remembered some scenes again. He suddenly remembered the fight for the Crown of Wisdom, and remembered his brother Ens clenching his fists and watching him when his father led him to the pyramid.

He remembered the scene of his father putting on the crown for himself. It was the first time he saw the eternal Yinsai reaching out to touch his father's body lonely, but the two were scattered in the light and shadow.

He finally understood what he was fearing and remembered why God would not come.

"God is not coming."

"Because my father is dead."

"Because we have sinned, we are rejected by God."

He retreated in fear and exited the temple of God.

He seemed lost, wandering outside the temple, not knowing what to do, just like he had wandered on the sea.

At this time, he heard the oath echoing in the air again.

"God said, I am alone, and you are alone."

Because of loneliness, God created Lai Deliki, the king of wisdom, and because of Lai Deliki's loneliness, God created the three-leaf man.

The race thus began, and the Kingdom of Hinsai was established from this moment on.

For a moment, the soul seemed to know what to do.

He stopped.

"As long as we keep believing in Yinsai and keep waiting for Yinsai, God will come one day, right?"

"As long as we keep believing in her, will she never be lonely again?"

"If I build this place bigger so that God can see it."

"God, will you forgive us?"

He looked at his sworn kingdom. His domain was very small. He felt that such a small domain and palace were not worthy of the coming of God.

The soul wants to make this place bigger and more magnificent.

Let God know that they have always believed in her and have been waiting for her.

In the process of expanding the kingdom and temple, the soul also saw some special existences.

Other oath spirits are always the same, they are what they were when they came, they are what they are now.

But there is a group of similar-looking oath spirits who are different. They seem to be growing stronger in a special way. They can attach themselves to the stone bricks they have carved, as if they regard the special oath bricks as their own bodies.

Same.

To be precise, they are attached to the oath.

In the process of constantly engraving oaths and building palaces, they seemed to be transforming their bodies again and again, gradually becoming stronger.

Their last name.

It's called Samo.

This is a secret technique that the Samo family has explored and passed down for generations.

The soul stared at these special oath spirits: "Huh?"

A long time ago, the expansion of the Kingdom of the Oath became very slow because fewer and fewer Oath Spirits arrived.
To be continued...