Chapter 305: The Sacred Ceremony, Lyra, Returns with a Full Load

With the blessing of God's fighting skills, Ye Zhi's fighting ability has also improved greatly.

Ye Zhi clenched his five fingers into a fist and said secretly.

Hard, the poet’s fist is hard!

"Now that the Lyre has acknowledged you, it's time for me to leave."

The handsome young man put his hands behind his head, resting his head on his arms, his dark eyes slightly shining, and smiled with a hidden needle: "You should know that this harp was originally invented by me. If you don't make good use of it, I will take it back."

Ye Zhi stroked the golden body of the lyre with his fingers and said thoughtfully, "The lyre in my hand has not yet recovered its original power, right?"

Medis looked at Ye Zhi with a little surprise, and nodded: "As a mortal, your insight is very sharp!"

"The lyre now and the Faun's flute in your hand are instruments of the same rank..."

Medis looked at the lyre in Yeats's hand. The curved laurel wood body on both sides looked like a swan with a curved neck, and the seven golden strings connected to the tortoise shell. Medis' eyes showed a trace of nostalgia.

"A long time ago, when the God of Light used this instrument to compete with the God of Shepherd in music performance, this lyre was able to produce brighter music... At that time, it was still called the Lyra."

"And now, Lyra is covered in dust."

Medes looked a little helpless, with his hands on his waist, he lowered his head and sighed: "After all, his master is gone, and it is inevitable that his divine power will dissipate."

Lyra, according to legend, the Lyra constellation in astrology was named after it.

The Flute of Pan is an epic instrument, and the Lyra is even more epic.

Like Yeats's Silver Oak Sword and Medea's Staff, it is a legendary holy object.

Legendary objects have great blessings for gods. Ye Zhi couldn't help but feel a little hopeful and asked, "Then how can we restore the power of the lyre and make it become the lyre again?"

Medis glanced at Ye Zhi, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly, and said: "You can upgrade the way of the bard to the holy level."

Ye Zhi was slightly stunned.

What's the difference between this and asking Benboerba to kill Tang Monk and his disciples? "You have to remember, Yeats, there are three ways for mortals to become saints."

Medes restrained his demeanor, revealed a serious look, and held up three fingers: "The first is to temper one's own soul and body, steadily improve, and become holy from material."

"The second is to be valued by a certain god in the divine realm, and to be promoted from a mortal to a demigod, becoming his vassal."

"The third method is to use blood, sacred objects, inheritance and other means to allow mortals to possess the power of transcendence and sainthood."

Yeats was thoughtful.

The first one is easy to understand. The sanctification of the physical body is often the privilege of knights and warriors.

The second type involves luck and opportunity. Legend has it that the Black Knight was favored by the God of War on the battlefield, and thus was promoted to the God of Strategy.

As for the third type… Gray’s bloodline destined her to become a sanctuary more easily than humans in the future.

Yeats possesses many holy artifacts, which can provide a lot of help on the road to becoming a saint.

"Since you already possess both the [Flute of Pan] and the [Lyre], it means that you have already obtained the power related to music. When you hold the [Sacred Ceremony] in the future, you can add these two holy objects to your ceremony to open up the field related to music."

Medis stroked his chin and said meaningfully: "Then, under the baptism of the laws of art, the lyre will be able to restore its original glory."

"Initiation ceremony?"

It was the first time Yeats had heard of this term, and he asked in confusion, "What is that?"

"Whether it's becoming a saint or a god, a ceremony is required..." Medea spread his hands and said, "It's normal that you don't know. After all, the connection between the Rainbow Bridge and the Atrium is declining. It's actually more difficult for mortals to become saints than in the old era."

Ye Zhi could not help but feel a strong desire for knowledge and said:

"What are the specific steps of the initiation ceremony?"

There are very few records on the Central Plains about how to become a saint.

The reason why Kendela could become the first Sanctuary of Midgard in the original plot was also due to his heritage as a Watcher and his absorption of the wisdom of many legendary wizards, the secrets of which could not be revealed to the outside world.

Now, he could ask Medis for advice, and Yeats naturally would not miss this precious opportunity.

Medes shook his head and said lazily, "It's not that I don't want to say it, but there are many kinds of rites to become a saint. For example, Hercules passed the [Twelve Trials] and hunted down monsters like the nine-headed Hydra and the Nemean Lion, and only then did he achieve the sanctuary."

"The initiation ceremony is a crucial step in the process of entering the holy realm from the mortal world... From what I know, there is a way for a bard to become a saint. It is to go down to the underworld and play music all the way from the palace of the god of death to impress the judge, the hellhound, the boatman of the Styx and the headless general. Finally, you leave the gate of the underworld without turning back."

"This kind of ceremony should be relatively easy for you."

Medis glanced at Ye Zhi and said in a subtle tone: "After all, you know the way to the underworld so well."

How to go to the underworld is another huge problem.

Right now, he is only at the fifth ring, and there is still a long distance to the seventh ring sanctuary, so he is not in a hurry.

It is worth mentioning that a god can be in charge of multiple fields at the same time, and the same field may be controlled by multiple gods at the same time.

I have three major career paths and I hope to open up three major fields in the future.

Yeats silently noted down Medis's suggestion and said:

"Besides ascending to the Holy Realm, is there any other way to restore the light to the Lyre?"

"I do have the power to grant it the True Name, but there is a limit to how many times I can do it."

Medes placed his cane lightly on his temple and thought, "In the material world, if you can hunt down an emperor-level monster with a tortoise shell, find the flowers of the sacred laurel tree, and present these two holy objects to me... I can temporarily restore the lyre."

Got it, Lyra Lira Experience Card.

Yeats complained inwardly.

The flowers of the laurel tree are simple. I remember that there is a laurel tree in the Temple of Youth that has survived from the old era to the present day. It is a sacred object of the temple.

As for the emperor-level monster with a turtle shell?

The emperor-level monsters are like the guardian beasts of the country. I am not tired of living yet, so I am going to offend the emperor-level monsters!

"Thank you for your advice," Yeats said politely, "I will build your temple in my territory and offer you offerings on the holy day."

Medes smiled and said, "I don't like temples. Just build a lighthouse named after me!"

As if he had seen through Yeats's thoughts, Medis crossed his arms, the double-snake staff in his hands shining with golden light.

"In return, I will protect your port as the god of commerce... By the way, after you build my lighthouse, you don't need to build the Temple of Poseidon." Medea added, "The Poseidon is rather narrow-minded and doesn't like to share faith with other gods."

A city-state usually worships at most one god.

The main city of Morningfrost Ridge is dedicated to Tyr, the god of justice, and the Winter Temple, the founder of the Snow Forest Zone; Whitefish Port is suitable for worshipping Medes, the god of commerce.

Since Medis has the power to resolve disputes, business cooperation will become more frequent under his protection.

The benefit of worshipping Poseidon is that the port will be peaceful and calm. Baron Clan built a temple of Poseidon in Silver Harbor.

However, Ye Zhi did not dare to build the Temple of Poseidon recklessly, as he was afraid that he would be killed.

"If you want to leave Mount Julien, just play the lyre to dispel the illusion in the Trial Land."

Medis smiled and said, "See you next time, Yeats!"

A breeze blew up from the top of the mountain. Medes stepped on the ground barefoot, and his ankles appeared like a pair of wings. Soon, Medes flew up with the wind, waved to Ye Zhi, and disappeared lightly into the blue sky.

Medea's control over the element of wind is definitely one of the best among all gods.

Even with Ye Zhi's dull elemental perception, he could feel that in the creative field, the concentration of the remaining wind element alone reached an astonishing level.

Ye Zhi put away his lyre and looked at the [Wind Rider's Wing Boots] given to him by Medea. This pair of emerald green anklets woven with olive branches and leaves only needed to be worn on the ankles. By injecting magic power when necessary, one could perform the same superb flying skills as Medea.

As a reward for a hidden mission in the trial, the value of this treasure cannot be measured by ordinary wealth.

Ye Zhi couldn't help but smile.

Not only did he obtain the [Lyre] and [Wind Rider's Wingboots] at the same time, he also made breakthrough progress in his career and achieved the fifth-ring "Poet Laureate".

More importantly, the advice given by Medea regarding the "Ceremony of Initiation" is extremely valuable information even for a Six-Ring Master.

This trip was really fruitful! Yeats's happiness did not last long, and he immediately became worried.

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"Now the Knight and Bard classes have both been promoted to the fifth ring, leaving only the Trickster class."

Ye Zhi looked up at the clear sky, feeling a little nervous, and murmured, "I don't know what kind of test Daisy will give me this time, I hope it will be simple..."

But Yeats knew that Daisy would definitely give him a trial as difficult as hell in order to enjoy the show.

Considering that Daisy had helped him many times, Ye Zhi had no choice but to grit his teeth and accept it even if the trial this time was to go to hell.

"Don't worry, you are the chosen one of the Goddess of Mist after all."

Zuanya comforted him, "Even if you can't complete the trial, as long as you can do something funny, such as standing upside down while playing the lyre, I believe the Mist Goddess will let you pass!"

Ye Zhi: “…”

Obviously you want to see it yourself! The phrase "drilling teeth" actually has an allusion.

Legend has it that the god of light and the god Pan were evenly matched in a musical instrument contest. The god of light proposed that they continue playing while standing upside down, and Pan agreed. The lyre can be played while standing upside down, but the Pan flute is difficult to play, so the god of light won the contest.

I always feel that even the God of Light has a dishonest side.

Yeats shook his head, took out his lyre, and played the "Counterattack Suite" to dispel the illusion.

outside world.

Next to an ancient stone tablet with runes carved on it.

The blind priestess Hebe stood quietly, motionless, watching over the stone tablet.

"You have been standing for almost four hours without moving, Mr. Heber." Gray advised:

"You should take a rest, Yeats. He will definitely pass the test!" "Are you so sure?" Heber said softly.

Gray smiled and said, "Because I believe in him, just like he believes in me!"

The priest wearing a silver eyepatch seemed to be lost in thought, and then the corners of his mouth beneath the eyepatch slightly raised.

"You are right... Mr. Yeats is trustworthy."

At this time.

The stone tablet released a soft golden light, and the runes on it flowed like water waves, and the surface of the stone tablet became as transparent as a water curtain.

A tall and handsome figure dressed in white walked out from the water curtain, holding a beautiful and exquisite lyre. He had a noble temperament, like a beautiful boy walking out of a classical oil painting.

Heber was stunned for a moment, his voice trembling: "This is... the seven-stringed lyre of the God of Light?"

The lyre is not only a symbol of the God of Light, but also a sacred object of the Youth Sect.

Now that the holy relic has seen the light of day again, Hebe can't help but feel excited.

Yeats plucked the lyre with ease. The melodious notes had their own magic, and even the fiercest beasts could be tamed by the music. Yeats smiled and said:

"Thanks to your guidance, Hebe, I was able to obtain this legendary lyre!"

Hebe was having a hard time calming down.

Sir Yeats's acquisition of the lyre means that he has passed the trial and obtained the musical inheritance of the God of Light!

The God of Art has chosen him and he is already a leader in the field of music.

With Mr. Yeats' current musical attainments, there is no one in the entire Midgard Continent who can match him!

Hebe's lips moved slightly, and even through the silver blindfold, her expression could be seen.

"Congratulations, Mr. Yeats." Heber nodded deeply and said, "You are the genius poet who is destined to inherit the lyre as predicted by the goddess of youth!"

"What did I say?" Gray laughed, "It's nothing that can stop him!"

"I am sincerely happy for you..." Heber spoke faster, took a breath, and said devoutly, "I have to go back to the temple and pray to the goddess of youth in front of her statue. I believe she will bless you!"

Yeats could understand Heber's feelings and smiled:

"If you return to the temple, please do me a favor..."

Yeats told Heber that he needed "flowers from the sacred laurel tree", and the latter readily agreed and said that he would present them to the Chosen One when they met next time.

The flower of the sacred laurel tree is crucial to restoring the lyre to the legendary level. Although the shell of an emperor-level monster is hard to find, it is a good idea to get this flower first in order to prepare for a rainy day.

Sunset.

Yeats and his two companions camped at the foot of Mount Juliet.

The mountain stream was clear, with fish swimming and shrimps playing. Ye Zhi was itching to try his luck, so he took out a fishing rod from his space bag.

Gray looked at Yeats who was concentrating on the fish curiously and asked, "Did you catch it?"

Ye Zhi's face was full of black lines. He said, "It's dead... It's not a big problem. Wait for me to use the lyre!"

Gray: Yeats played a joyous new tune on his lyre.

This music spell, called "Sondo", can stir up fast music and affect the emotions and minds of creatures. In addition to providing movement speed gains, it has many other uses... such as "frying fish".

The salmon scrambled to the shore and were picked up one by one by the snow leopard and put into the fish bucket.

Gray looked at the bucket full of lively salmon, then looked at the lyre in Yeats's hand and blinked.

"Ye Zhi, this is much more useful than a fishing rod!"

(End of this chapter)