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Chapter 790 The Funeral
Do you believe that the Bloodline faith in the Southern Territory truly evolved naturally among the lower-class believers?

This is the question that the Nightweaver passed on to Milo.

Admittedly, as a deceased person, she probably didn't know much more than Milo, even though she herself was a descendant of the gods.

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From the Cold Plains to the Southern Territory, Milo tended to believe that most of his experiences were not accidental, including encountering the remains of Volvardos and the arrival of the Nightweavers.

The Scarlet Witch, the Eye of Thinking, and now Emma—the guidance they provide is all delivered openly.

However, there exists another kind of guidance beneath the surface, which might be more accurately described as "manipulation."

Just like Milo's experience in the waking world.

The idea that "things can be accomplished by human effort" is based on a relatively narrow perspective.

As the Proverbs of the Church of the Wakeful World state:

"Our horizons have not yet been broadened."

From blindly believing that things are up to human effort, to beginning to encounter and recognize the obvious guidance, to later touching upon the so-called "destiny," and then recognizing the shadow behind destiny.

For example, the person who travels across time and galaxies, appearing on the eve of the destruction of the tombstone dream.

For Milo, the process from confidence and ignorance to sudden realization and understanding is another way of interpreting the continuous improvement of the spiritual vision of ordinary souls.

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Millions of miles away, at the critical point of the temporal order.

Here you can see a bottomless abyss, and also witness the brilliance of the starry sky.

Emma Valrocan.

A captive soul lingers here.

She was in a state of being half asleep and half dead.

It's hard to distinguish between the part belonging to that taciturn, seriously ill girl from Nanwei City, and the part of her soul that Noscia's equation and a host of knowledge systems that transcended eternity reconstructed for her; it's difficult to tell which one is dead and which one is asleep.

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Many ordinary and mundane memories kept flashing through her mind as she remained temporarily conscious.

Plague, calamity, redemption...

Dislike, change of opinion, working together, dependence...

Protection and loss, intrigue and scheming, blasphemy and redemption.

In what should have been a very short and mediocre period of life, all her experiences and transformations were as if someone had forcibly compressed a long history and forced it into her life.

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Perhaps in another world, perhaps among the myriad evolutionary outcomes of the chaotic abyss, there is a mediocre ending where she would quietly end her life in a room in some corner of Nanwei City, her soul taken away by familiar illness. But everything that was so predetermined and reasonable changed dramatically with the arrival of Milo.

He completely disrupted the arrangements made by those in power.

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But there are so many powerful beings that even that earth-shattering destruction could not drag all the malevolent deities of the Dream Realm into the abyss.

She found Milo's lost soul and watched him complete the final step of his plan.

However, a problem arose when the last batch of familiar faces were sent into the Dreamland.

A deity who had never appeared in the tombstone dream suddenly appeared.

He claimed to be the companion of Nordens, the lord of the gods, who came to avenge him and the gods.

He believed that Emma could be his most crucial bargaining chip.

Enough to exchange for the chips of the gods.

That might be her first real confrontation with a living deity, a clash with the power of order and rules.

In the end, she broke through the barrier set up by the gods, allowing everyone to escape to the Dreamland.

However, he himself suffered a severe blow, and his body and soul were left in a cage woven from the power of faith.

Although none of the gods were unharmed, Emma needed to break the root of this power of faith at its source if she wanted to escape.

Just like when they beheaded Vovadas.

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Following the previous advice that "this is the right path".

A new piece of advice appeared on the snake ship, equally concise—"Destruction."

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"This is easy to handle."

At this very moment, Milo in the southern region has already arrived at the first Muta Island at full speed.

Along the way, the Nightweaver had told Milo everything she knew, both what she should and shouldn't have said.

In short, Muta is a graveyard for the descendants of the gods, a sacred place where the gods are said to have undergone nirvana for the Bloodline believers, but for the true rulers, it is merely a storehouse of faith power.

The Southern Realm's traditions differ from the blessing order of other places. Everything here is fused in the blood. All those who strive to become descendants of the Southern Realm's faith will eventually enter the Muta and become corpses. They are the offspring of the gods, and even in death, they must return everything they possess to the gods.

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In Milo's view, there is no essential difference between blood and blessing. The Southern Lands is a pleasure house where the gods indulge in debauchery, and even the blood left behind after indulgence can be recycled like the power of blessing. Moreover, when recycled, the blood still carries the faith of the believers in the Southern Lands.

Doesn't this sound a bit like livestock farming...?

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Muta's design is somewhat similar to the Ula Xilu Temple Tower in the Kingdom of Losk, but its black color is not from burning, but is due to its material itself, and it remains dark even under the bright daylight.

From a distance, the visual effect is as if someone has torn a sharp gap between the sea and the sky.

Even a distant glance at Milo could evoke a chilling aura of death.

There were even deep, mournful instrumental sounds drifting from the island where Muta was located. Although Milo had never heard music from the Southern Territory before, he could tell that it was a kind of funeral music.

Moreover, as someone who had temporarily filled in as a "funeral attendant" many times, he certainly knew what the somber and solemn atmosphere in the distance meant.

It's a funeral, what else could it be?

There are groups of bloodline believers holding ceremonies on the island.

On the surrounding islands, many ordinary people can be seen spontaneously sailing here to pay homage to the deceased descendants of the gods. This is why the serpent ship's blatant approach to Muta did not arouse the suspicion of the Bloodborne believers on the island; they probably thought that Milo and his group were also there to attend the funeral.

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“Emma wrote ‘destruction’ in her advice. Does that mean we should destroy someone’s funeral or their ancestral graves?”

Milo muttered something to himself.

Completely disregarding the feelings of the Night Weaver standing to the side.

The latter genuinely didn't know how to answer that question.

However, Milo wasn't asking her, but Yan.

Strangely, Yan did not respond for a long time.

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Milo squinted again and looked carefully at the island, discovering that Yan had already blended into the funeral procession and was pushing his way towards the location of the coffin...

(End of this chapter)