Holy Crap! Yang!

Every souvenir symbolized a story.

Natlan had truly been through a lot.

At this point, Marivka briefly explained her view of time.

It was also a disclosure of her entire plan.

But neither the players nor Ying could understand it yet.

Marivka merely gave a few simple examples.

Only when Natlans from different times and spaces united

could they contend against an enemy as troublesome as the Abyss.

She marveled at the insight of the first Pyro Archon.

He had actually created such a system of rules.

Ying asked, "The rules of the Soul Revival Poem were created by the first Pyro Archon?"

Marivka replied that yes, and no.

The first Pyro Archon had also been human and originally possessed no such ability.

But he had borrowed power from the divine throne and the false sky.

Thus, he created Natlan's rules.

"Was it the Death Executer?"

"Precisely."

The Sacred Fire Night Pilgrimage selected the strongest person.

Upon ascending to the divine throne, they would awaken the blazing fire within them.

Everything Marivka was saying now

was what she had learned from the Sacred Flame.

Besides that, the knowledge and wisdom of every previous Pyro Archon

would gather within the Sacred Flame. That was the rule of the divine throne.

While Ying and Marivka were talking,

Paimon looked around.

She discovered a family portrait.

Naturally, the Divine Mouth would not miss a chance to talk someone down.

"Hehe, 'before becoming a god, gods are merely ordinary humans.' It was hard to imagine before, until I saw this picture."

"Before becoming a god, you didn't look all that impressive either..."

Ying rolled her eyes, and Paimon immediately covered her mouth.

"Uh, was I allowed to say that?"

You already said it!

The bard and the social deadbeat gave this a like.

Death