"One boat carries family, one carries the departed, but I did not foresee that these boats would finally merge into one. I personally sent her away."

They talked for a long time.

Finally, Vedamo said, "God, our era has passed. Giants like us, as well as all sorts of peculiar and strange creatures, have gradually vanished."

Xiangtuo Mo was not surprised: "They were experimental creations left from the Genesis, exploring new paths, and their disappearance is historical inevitability."

"The races with truly complete heritage and potential are still those original five. The future belongs to them."

Over the next three days, Xiangtuo Mo played with the little Kobolds, letting them climb on his elephant trunk and slide down like a slide.

One of the Kobolds, named Steve, said that one day he would become as strong as the Mighty God and become a great War Knight.

Before leaving, Xiangtuo Mo said, "You have sent your wife away, next, when it's my time to go, come and send me off."

"I will prepare the finest treasure ship for you." The sinner shackled with chains was tearful.

"Do not cry, you should get used to this. If you can live on, there will be many more you need to bury in the future."

After bidding farewell to old friends, Xiangtuo Mo's last stop was the Cangwu Tree once again.

He offered a butterfly bow and said to the Divine Spirit:

"God, I've done my best in this era. It has been a prosperous time, fair and open, with knights embodying the righteous spirit of the Mighty God, and mages with the fervent spirit of the God of Knowledge."

"This is the best I could achieve, I do not know what the future holds."

"But this butterfly of mine will perish in the most beautiful era I created."

When he left, he returned his traveling siblings and brothers back to the tree.

But as he left, the Butterfly Race still wept.

Soon, it became known among the land's residents that Xiangtuo Mo had prophesied his own death.

They wept as they followed his footsteps.

This time, a throng of followers trailed behind him, forming a dense line like a majestic coastline.

Walking, Xiangtuo Mo grew completely weary.

He stood quietly in place, his gaze gradually becoming dazed.

Suddenly, he slowly looked at the sky.

"It has arrived."

He shook his head with a smile, his vision piercing through the dense fog and misty landscapes, as if seeing his most glorious days of the past.

Suddenly, the scene of that twilight when the footless bird flew in with a pine cone appeared again before his eyes.

He revealed a look of realization, gently touching his heart:

"It turns out, at that time, I had already died with my heart."

"What remains now is just a shadow bearing the responsibility of the Butterfly Race's emperor."

He laughed with tranquility.

With a rumble, his vast body leaned like a mountain peak, slowly collapsing, becoming a continuous mountain range.

This most powerful entity of the time transformed into a solid statue and sealed himself away.

He had made all preparations beforehand.

He sealed his power like sealing the Box of Misfortune but left behind a lingering glow, allowing his statue to continuously grant the nearby beings the "Power Blessing."

"The God is dead!!!"

The people following the Divine Spirit shouted loudly.

On the land, five conquered races, countless giants, angels, elves, giant dragons, and sirens lifted him from the ground with immense ropes.

Vedamo, responsible for the dead, dragged a massive raft over, placing the Elephant God on the boat, taking him to the former site of the Cangwu Tree.

The wanderer returns home.

He should return to the original homeland.

On the way, minstrels wrote various poems and painted different artworks.

They sang thus:

"This is the most incredible story, the most magnificent and grand journey, the most perfect and brave hero."

"He is the High Mountain Mighty God Ganesa, who defeated the Titans."

"He is the God of Knowledge Ganesha, who conquered the elves with wisdom."

"He is Ganesha, who surpassed the angels in speed."

"He is Pebigoni, who conquered the giant dragons with his breath."

"He is also Xiangtuo Mo, who defeated the sirens' curse!"

The Siren race loudly added that he initially conquered four races, forgetting the sirens.

But later, he did indeed conquer the sirens.

The vast procession escorted their god back home.

In front were 300 giants led by Vedamo, pulling the raft with chains.

The Mighty God had lost his power, but the countless people across the hills had long become his strength.

This power lifted him back up, seated on the raft heading home.

He sat again on his treasure ship, viewing his great kingdom of knowledge, and overlooking his reverent millions of followers.

This is the heritage and the continuation of power.

Along the way, they passed countless tribes and kingdoms, and countless citizens witnessed this scene, initially in disbelief, their faces complex, finally in utter astonishment.

"God."

Their voices hoarse, overwhelmed, they flocked into this tide, crying out loud.

In the end, the mighty procession arrived at the Cangwu Tree.

An ancient and eternal Divine Spirit already stood atop the tree, accompanied by several members of the Butterfly Race, quietly observing this scene.

"Alas." The Longevity Divine Spirit let out a sigh.

Recalling the past.

This scene seemed familiar.

In the past, life swarmed around the Cangwu Tree in waves.

But now, the scene remains, life surges around the Cangwu Tree, yet the circumstances have long changed.

They shouted in unison:

"God, we have returned your disciple!"

A sense of ancient epic and heritage was condensed in this moment.

The god of the bloodline knights, the Mighty God left the most beautiful moments for the present and his expectations for the future.

"The era belonging to the Mighty God has ended."

He also became the first god to die.

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