The defeated saint is also on the way to tame the evil god today

　Hmm...about four strings, it's indeed not weak.

　But it's only for a group of people.

　"Cover me." Xing Mo said softly, "Quick battle, quick decision."

Chapter 337 Golden Branch (Part 2) -4k- (Two updates in one)

　"call--"

　The three cultists were praying in front of the pile of stones, their faces dull.

　Suddenly, they heard the sound of wind coming from far away.

　The fastest one among them stood up after about 0.5 seconds, turned his head, and tried to catch the attacker's eye.

　He only saw a flash of blazing blade light before his vision spun and flew away—

　"bass--"

　Xing Mo cleanly and neatly chopped off the head of a cultist with his dagger, then turned gracefully and stabbed the second person with his dagger.

　"clang--"

　The cultist blocked with a short knife, one hit, two hits, and then let go -

　"clang--"

　Xing Mo turned the knife and reversed his grip, swinging a golden arc of light—

　"Click."

　As he chopped off another head, Xing Mo turned around and stabbed the third cultist behind him with his hidden blade.

　The cultist used the wooden shield on the back of his hand to block, but the blade of the hidden blade pierced into the spirit world before colliding with the shield, and emerged from a crack again -

　——Right at the heart behind the cultist!

　"Pfft."

　Black threads burst out from the cultist's body, extending in all directions, quickly turning its body into a puppet.

　"thump."

　Xingmo drew his hidden blade, and in an instant, the cultists in the center of the woods fell down one after another, leaving only the unlucky guy who had turned into a puppet still standing.

　Xing Mo stretched out his hand towards the unfortunate man's head, his eyes condensing into a dark glow:

　"Tell me what you know."

　Her vision quickly expanded, and she was immediately reflected in the cultist's eyes.

　In the mottled shadows, Xingmo saw endless black mountains and the angel standing in front of the mountains.

　The angel slowly turned her head, her long red hair burning on her shoulders like fire.

　"!"

　Xingmo retracted his hand, and the cultist was immediately burned by the black fire and turned into ashes with screams.

　"Salina..." Xingmo said in a low voice.

　"Her madness is still growing," Aurora said as she approached, dispelling the surrounding black mist. "It's a miracle that this incomplete angel hasn't gone mad."

　Obviously, what happened just now was that Salina noticed Xingmo's spying on her, so she directly destroyed the medium used by Xingmo to spy, and the cultist was directly burned in the black fire.

　This means that Salina has already gained control of the jungle tribe to a certain extent.

　"The unfortunate ones from the Red Moon Cult are so pitiful..." Xing Mo muttered, "In just two days, Serena almost wiped them out."

　"After all, they're just a bunch of pathetic wretches worshipping an unresponsive god," Aurora muttered. "Everything they do only serves to pave the way for the arrival of the invisible mist."

　Aurora walked to the cloud of mist, stretched out her hand, and gently reached inside.

　The green light spread out, turning into spreading branches in the air and pouring out in all directions.

　As those branches took root in time and space, countless points of light emerged and dispersed from each other.

　"Take my hand." Aurora stretched out her hand towards Xingmo.

　Xingmo nodded, grabbed Aurora's hand, and closed her eyes.

　She felt herself flowing rapidly in the deep darkness, countless lights passing by her like a sea of ​​stars, but no star could touch her.

　Every time a star passed by, Xingmo could hear a faint murmur, like the talk in a dream.

　But those stars are so complex and numerous that it is dizzying, and each star symbolizes a dream.

　In such a sea of ​​stars, searching for a specific dream is like a fairy tale.

　""

　But at this moment, Xingmo felt a slight warmth in his chest.

　She lowered her head and saw the golden full moon gradually emerging, with the faint starlight pulling her to change direction.

　The golden full moon...seems to be resonating with something...

　Xingmo no longer resisted, but let the moon pull her along, quickly passing through the outlines of the stars.

　She was pulled by the starlight, moving forward and leaping.

　Soon, a huge golden moon appeared from among the stars, and Xingmo crashed straight into the moon, leaving him no time to react.

　"Ding----"

　At the moment of impact, complex golden symbols flashed past Xingmo's eyes, flashing repeatedly.

　When the symbols dissipated, Xingmo found herself standing on the dark water.

　There was no one around - Aurora seemed not to have entered the dream at all, only Xingmo was standing here alone.

　Then, from the depths of the thick darkness, a hand gradually emerged.

　It was a very large hand, made entirely of a color that was indescribable to Star Foam. The outline of the hand could only be discerned from the colorful light outlined on its edges.

　The hand deftly stroked the air, weaving one string after another.

　"The strings are drawn."

　“It is related to the concept

　They are interconnected and weave together to form the origin of this world."

　Someone was talking behind Xingmo, which made her feel a little cold.

　This is a dream space, who is...

　Xingmo subconsciously wanted to draw out his wand, but found that he had no weapon on him.

　She turned her head and saw the person who spoke.

　An old man.

　Xing Mo could make out his old features, but his face was obscured by darkness and his facial features could not be recognized.

　All that could be seen clearly was the pair of silver eyes.

　His voice was old and ethereal, like an echo from another world, impossible to capture exactly.

　"Who are you?" Xing Mo asked in a low voice.

　The old man did not answer Xingmo, but stared at the big hand at the end of the horizon.

　He slowly stretched out a hand, and the big hand actually began to move, with his thumb and index finger pinching together, and a faint light burst out from between his fingers.

　Then, the light turned into a golden string.

　Xing Mo sensed that the golden full moon in his body was trembling again, constantly creating ripples.

　She was about to continue asking, but found that the old man walked forward on his own and looked at Xian.

　"Do you desire it? The merger of flow, origin, development, and end."

　"What?" Xingmo frowned.

　"Is that so..." The old man nodded, "Then you will become the endpoints of the line."

　I clearly didn’t say anything...Xing Mo was a little confused by the old man’s answer.

　At this moment, she felt a warmth in her heart, lowered her head, and found that the golden full moon was twinkling again.

　At this moment, Xingmo seemed to realize who the old man was talking to.

　This is a dream, a dream from the Stone Seed, and the information comes from the Slate of Truth!

　How could a consciousness communicate with Xingmo between the information recorded on the stone tablet? So it was obvious that this was a recorded conversation.

　Is the protagonist of this conversation... this old man? Or is it the hand? Or is the old man merely a medium for the hand to communicate?

　The hand seems to draw a string...what is that?

　When Xing Mo had this thought in her mind, a name emerged from the bottom of her heart:

　"The String Painter."

　"Ding----"

　A faint golden light flickered, and the string slowly sank and unfolded before Xingmo's eyes.

　The golden light surged, constantly converging and separating, outlining an illusory outline.

　Gradually, the golden light separated and turned into three different colors:

　"Red, black, and gold."

　When Xingmo saw the three colors, his pupils trembled violently.

　Because, she discovered that those were exactly the three strings she controlled!

　Fire strings, dark strings, and star strings!

　The three discrete colors intertwined, vaguely outlining a golden glow.

　They constitute destiny.

　One-way destiny.

　The light of the sanxian was like countless pebbles falling into the lake, constantly stirring up waves in Xingmo's heart.

　Really... could there be such a coincidence?

　The Fire String...is Xingmo's natural resonance string, she was born to resonate with it.

　Dark String was captured by Xing Mo during the battle with the Red Moon Cult's priest Puppeteer, and it also possesses resonance.

　As for the Starlight String, it was awakened when Xing Mo was promoted to demigod.

　Generally speaking, a wizard will only have one resonant string in his life. No matter how strong his control over other strings is, they will eventually be lower than his own resonant string.

　Excluding factors related to acquired resonance, this means that Xingmo is born with the ability to resonate with these three strings.

　The opportunity to awaken these three strings lies in Xingmo's growth path: Winter County, New Galo.

　What drives her on her own path of growth is the torrent of worldly affairs, the inevitable responsibilities, and...

　...destiny.

　Fate led Xingmo onto this destined path, allowing her to precisely control the three resonant strings of fate, and then led her here.

　At this moment, everything is ready and everything is destined.

　For a moment, Xing Mo felt that his limbs were suddenly pulled - it was the irresistible force of fate.

　Once again, she was like a puppet, controlled and pulled by fate.

　No matter what she did, it was just another step towards her destiny.

　Everything is just as Professor Merlin said, impartial.

　""

　When Xing Mo was stunned, the old man continued:

　“Destiny is an objective existence, just like a gust of wind, a mountain, or an ocean in your world; it exists there.”

　“If you want to control the wind, you need wings big enough; if you want to move the mountains, you need strength; if you want to fill the sea, you need perseverance.”

　"Thus, the sound played by the strings of fate is the sound that pries the flow, and it is the medium of communication between living beings and fate."