The True Divine Cup

Dreamy starlight continuously emanated from Polo's body, and a door opened by countless glowing lights engulfed Polo and the entire Sun Cup Flower garden.

Polo, embracing Star, slowly floated up, gently rotating in midair, stirring up layers of ripples and waves.

The scene was as if a starry galaxy revolved around them.

In the end, Polo and Star gradually dissipated in the halo of light, transforming into stardust.

The poet Tito, holding his bone tablet of the "Yinsai Epic," chased after them, staring in a daze at the sky above.

He murmured,

"Queen Star."

"Lord Polo."

On the ground, all that remained was emptiness. The dazzling garden had vanished along with the Queen and the Messenger of God.

In the air, Polo's final sigh lingered faintly,

"What a pity!"

"I couldn't see God one last time."

"I'm sorry... God... In the end, Polo still can't accompany you on your journey."

Just as Polo and Star had said, he would take Star and fall into an eternal dream.

There, they would be together forever.

Tito stared blankly at the sky, watching the light gradually dissipate. But at the same time, a golden beam descended from the heavens, falling before him.

He cast his gaze to the ground, kneeling down and slowly picking up the object.

In disbelief, he whispered, "Could this be... the Divine Cup?"

Polo's body and all his powers had condensed together, forming a golden Divine Cup shimmering with starlight.

It bore dreamlike patterns, the symbols of the sun and stars.

The Divine Cup contained the concept of dreams and the core coordinates of all dream powers.

It was the foundation of dreams and the supreme power of dream abilities.

Tito held the cup and looked inside. Starlight rippled within.

He saw the shadows of Queen Star and the Messenger of God Polo. They had transformed into stars and the sun, intertwined together, traversing an endless sea of Sun Cup Flowers.

Then he saw one magnificent and spectacular dream after another, emerging and vanishing within the golden Divine Cup.

Finally, the light receded.

Rust and weathering gradually crept onto the golden Divine Cup, turning it into an aged and battered object.

If not for the miraculous power it had just displayed, no one would have been able to tell what it truly was.

However, Tito vaguely understood what he held in his hands.

It was akin to the Mother Conch of All Things belonging to Shelly, the Mother of Life, and the Crown of Wisdom of Redlichia, the King of Wisdom.

This was a supreme and unparalleled Divine Artifact.

The poet's hands, holding the Divine Cup, suddenly trembled violently. He even felt that touching this object with his hands was a desecration of it.

He raised the Divine Cup high above his head.

"Lord Polo."

"Is this the gift you offer to God?"

"How am I worthy of presenting this supreme Divine Artifact on your behalf? Can I truly... accomplish what you said?"

The flower called the Sun Cup by the Trilobite Men was referred to as the Divine Cup, but in reality, it was unworthy of that name.

However, as the sovereign of all Sun Cups and the supreme object of dream powers, condensed from Polo himself, this was the true Divine Cup.

Tito carefully put away the Divine Cup. At this moment, countless emotions surged within his heart.

He felt as if he couldn't even speak, only able to record it in writing.

The poet Tito picked up a jade-like stone carving knife and engraved the final chapter of the Yinsai Epic on the bone tablet.

【The shining stars extinguished with the passing of the Queen, and the Dream Spirit born from dreams also met its end with the shattering of the beautiful dream.】

【The rulers of generations past were buried under the dust of time, yet the legacy of Yinsai continued.】

【But the epic was no more, and the myth was lost in the passage of time.】

【Only faith remained eternal.】

The story of the Messenger of God and the Star Queen.

Had come to an end.

Sky Temple.

God-Servant City.

The poet Tito returned with his great poem, and the Queen opened the path to the temple for him.

In the tall and majestic palace, he prostrated himself on the ground before the gazes of the numerous priests of the Star Luo Kingdom, holding up the "Yinsai Epic" meticulously engraved on stone tablets.

"Presented to the noble Queen, Your Majesty."

With fervor, he declared, "May the legacy of Yinsai never fade, and may the faith in God Yinsai endure forever!"

The young current Queen sat on the throne. After reading the poem on the stone tablets, she showed a shocked expression.

Even as the Queen of the Star Luo Kingdom in the third generation of the Xilong family, she only vaguely knew the story of the once-existent Yinsai through oral traditions.

This was the first time she had seen such a complete Yinsai Epic, so authentic and detailed.

Within it was a fearsome fatalism, the will of God that surpassed all.

There was the desire for power, the greed of original sin, as well as devotion and faith.

There were clashes between the lofty King of Wisdom and the cursed leader of the craftsmen, with the figures of kings, ministers, priests, and messengers of God intertwining in cycles.

One character after another, they converged into an epic chapter.

"It is truly a magnificent poem. They say you traveled across the four kingdoms to complete this work."

Tito humbly replied, "Only by witnessing the footsteps of the kings can one depict true history."

The Queen's curiosity was piqued. "I heard that you also met Queen Star and Lord Polo, the Messenger of God. Is this true?"

Tito did not conceal it. "I indeed met Queen Star and the Messenger of God."

The Queen immediately stood up. "How are they...?"

Tito prostrated himself on the ground and said,

"Your Majesty!"

"The stars have vanished, but the dream lives on."

In the palace, silence fell instantly.

Having completed the "Yinsai Epic," Tito became a sensation in the God-Servant City, with countless people reciting his poem.

The nobles of the Star Luo Kingdom took pride in inviting him to attend banquets, and priests sought him out to request his works.

His name spread from the Star Luo Kingdom to other kingdoms, and even nobles and rulers from other kingdoms sent invitations, hoping he would visit their realms.

He had become what he had once hoped for, surpassing his father and grandfather to become a renowned poet.

However, none of this could make him feel satisfied.

Tito stood on the steps of the Sky Temple, gazing at the sea of clouds and the entire world.

He asked himself, "Tito, you have already achieved so much success. Why then do you still feel this emptiness inside?"

He had achieved enough success, enjoying a glory he had never experienced before.

But he could only call it success, not greatness.

He wanted to be a great poet.

The words of the Messenger of God Polo echoed once more in Tito's ears.

"Tito."

"Go and seek the legendary God-Given Land. I will leave something behind to guide you towards the realm of God."

"Go to the pyramid temple and have an audience with the eternal Yinsai."

The wind rose, rekindling the flame in Tito's heart.

The flame surged higher and higher, unstoppable.

Tito suddenly turned his head, looking in the direction of the God-Descended City.

His eyes pierced through the high mountains, lakes, deserts, and the boundless vast ocean.

He saw that divine realm filled with Sun Cup Flowers.

"I want to write an even greater epic."

"No!"

"A myth!"

"Its name will be—"

Tito's eyes seemed to blaze with fire and light. "Hymn of the King of Wisdom."