The Boat to the Realm of God

The Sky Beast's entire body was semi-transparent. Those swallowed into its air sacs seemed to be standing in mid-air thousands of miles high, able to see the outside world through its body.

Clouds flowed beneath the beast's thin membrane as Stan, the young craftsman, rode the Sky Beast through the vast sea of clouds.

"Wow!" Stan's pupils dilated in awe.

He marveled at the surreal vista before him, a view he believed reserved for the gods alone.

He watched the wilderness pass beneath his feet until a lake as vast as an ocean appeared on the horizon.

"The Sacred Lake?"

Soon after, a mountain appeared before the Sacred Lake, with a temple faintly visible among the clouds.

"And the Sacred Mountain, that's... the Sky Temple."

He had never seen the Sky Temple before, but at that moment, he finally understood why the aging devotees in the God-Descended City would make the pilgrimage from thousands of miles away.

All to die at the foot of the Sacred Mountain, to rest eternally in the sacred lake under the gaze of God.

At that moment, a thought suddenly welled up in his heart.

"If I were to die one day, I must die here."

"At the feet of God."

"Just like... King Redlichia."

Finally, the Sky Beast descended over the God-Servant City.

He floated down onto the square in front of the palace, following the governor of the God-Descended City and the High Priest of the Yinsai Temple into the towering palace.

But as he reached the entrance, he hesitated, not daring to enter.

The High Priest of the Yinsai Temple spoke to him kindly.

"It's alright."

"Come in, young man."

"Her Majesty the Queen is waiting to receive you."

Stan suddenly became flustered, stammering, "H-Her... Her Majesty the Queen?"

The Tito family originated from the God-Servant City and was once one of its most illustrious families.

But this was Stan's first time here, and his first time meeting the Queen.

He entered the palace nervously yet excitedly, standing before the Star Luo Queen. His attempt at proper etiquette was clumsy, clearly showing his rural origins.

"Great Queen, Your Majesty!"

But the Queen didn't mind. Instead, she looked at him with interest and asked,

"What's your name?"

"Stan!" He first gave his name, then hesitated before repeating it.

This time, he included his family name.

Despite his commoner status, he dared to claim the noble name.

"My name is Stan, Stan Tito."

The governor of the God-Descended City added, "He is a descendant of the great poet, the Child of Fortune who found the final chapter."

"This is the guidance of fate, and the will of God."

"Of course," the governor added with a slight bow. "The ultimate glory belongs to our great Star Luo Queen."

The Star Luo Queen looked at the young man, suddenly understanding why the governor had insisted on bringing this young man along when delivering the great poet Tito's final chapter.

Only in this way could the Xilong family legitimately receive the "Final Chapter" left by the saint from the Saint Tito family.

"You've done well."

Stan's blood boiled with excitement. He didn't understand why he was being given such importance.

But for the first time, he felt valued and needed.

In the days that followed, Stan Tito received the most orthodox noble etiquette training, even being personally taught by the High Priest of the Yinsai Temple from the God-Descended City.

He finally understood what the bone tablet he had found truly was.

It was a holy relic left by his ancestor, the great poet Tito.

It recorded the method to reach the realm of God.

He immediately became hesitant, wondering how his ancestors would view him if he handed over their legacy.

The priest saw through his thoughts: "How do you know that you found the holy relic, and not that the holy relic chose you?"

"It brought you to the Sky Temple, it wanted to come before Her Majesty the Queen."

"It is a manifestation of the divine will, and no one can defy the fate designated by God."

The priest looked into his eyes and said seriously.

"Stan," the priest said solemnly, "fate isn't something you choose. Rather, fate has chosen you."

"That's why you're standing here now."

Stan heard the priest's words and immediately felt at ease.

"If this is God's will, then I am willing to be the chosen one."

On a sunny morning, sunlight streamed through the windows on both sides, illuminating the ground.

Under the gaze of all, Stan Tito slowly ascended the Sky Temple.

He entered the temple holding the bone tablet, just as his ancestor had once presented the stone tablets and the "Hymn of the King of Wisdom" to the altar, at the feet of the divine statue.

Before the most powerful people in the entire Star Luo Kingdom, he knelt to the Star Luo Queen.

"Great Star Luo Queen, Your Majesty, the earthly agent of the divine will."

"All glory belongs to you, and to the great God."

The Star Luo Queen raised her scepter, pointing it at the craftsman Stan.

"Descendant of Saint Tito."

"From this moment on, you are Stan Tito."

"The inheritor of the great poet Tito's will."

With these words, the Star Luo Queen established Stan's identity, instantly elevating him from a lowly craftsman to the pinnacle of the Star Luo Kingdom's nobility—

The Volcano Kingdom's capital nestled in the shadow of a dormant volcano, its crater crowned by a fearsome Ruhe beast.

Weishi Hosen strode through the palace's long corridor, enduring whispers and pointed glances as he approached his father, uncles, and brothers.

His father, seated on the throne, wore an expression of deep displeasure, while his brothers looked on with barely concealed glee.

Prince Weishi, once the rising star, had stumbled spectacularly. This blunder could cost him not only his father's trust but potentially his claim to the throne.

The king's cold gaze fell on the prince: "How dare you show your face here?"

"What did you promise me before?"

"I gave you the Burrowing Demon Worm, I gave you our agents in the God-Descended City, and this is how you repay me?"

Weishi Hosen knelt on the ground: "Although the Star Luo Kingdom obtained the great poet's final chapter, they only got the method to open the gates to the divine realm."

"We haven't lost yet, Your Majesty."

The king paused: "What do you mean?"

Weishi Hosen continued: "Opening the gates to the divine realm is only the first step. The gates to the divine realm have opened above the God-Descended City before, but so what?"

"Could anyone enter?"

He raised his head, chest out.

"But I," he declared, his eyes gleaming, "I know how to enter the realm of God."

The king's expression changed instantly: "How does one enter the realm of God?"

The prince of the Volcano Kingdom answered: "A boat, a boat bestowed by the Messenger of God!"

He took out his copy of "Tito's Travelogue," and called out with emotional and fervent words.

"It's all recorded here, all hidden in Saint Tito's burial place."

"The Messenger of God, who stands beside Yinsai and is equal to the Mother of Life, once bestowed upon Saint Tito a boat, a boat that sailed from the realm of God to the mortal world."

"Your Majesty!" he exclaimed, his voice filled with conviction. "Our efforts haven't been in vain. Without this boat, no one can enter the realm of God."

Everyone in the hall stood up, including the King of the Volcano Kingdom.

"The Divine Boat."

Everyone suddenly realized and began to speculate.

The divine messenger Tito wrote the eternally circulating chapters from the realm of God, and also rode the Messenger of God's vessel to leave the divine realm.

If his final chapter recorded the method to open the gates to the divine realm, then he must have also left behind the method to enter the realm of God.

"It's the vessel to the divine realm," they realized in unison.

Weishi Hosen nodded, looking at his father.

"Exactly!"

"Great King, I am willing to find this Divine Boat that leads to the realm of God for you."

"In this world, only I can find it."