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The first rays of sunlight fell upon the Temple, where thousands of residents had gathered, arranged neatly with expressions filled with reverence.
Just moments ago, the Frostbringer had returned.
At the beginning of each month, the Messenger would come back to the Temple, and the residents would gather on this day to worship. In their minds, the Messenger must have gone to dangerous places to eradicate demons; without the Messenger, the Immortal City would be in ruins.
Not only the residents but also the Archbishops inside the hall wore faces of deep respect, bowing their heads and not daring to look directly at the Messenger above.
"Everyone can leave now." Master Yi stood on the steps, waving his hand. His face was still shrouded in a thin mist, giving him an air of mystery.
If the Frostbringer were likened to the king of Immortal City, then Master Yi was like a minister. The Archbishops dared not disobey and bowed as they retreated. In an instant, only two people remained in the hall.
Master Yi slowly turned around and cast his gaze over.
If Garen were present at that moment, he would surely recognize that the figure reclining in the main seat as the Frostbringer was none other than Tastandin, a warrior attendant of the Gargoyle Clan!
However, compared to his demeanor on Starsea Island, Tastandin now bore a detached expression, exuding an aura of authority without anger, as if he had lived for countless ages.
"Has he arrived?" Tastandin asked nonchalantly, propping his head up with one hand.
"Yes, I have sent him into The Road of Descent," Master Yi replied respectfully.
"Oh?" Tastandin squinted his eyes, a hint of amusement in his tone. "I remember how it was arranged; I had already deemed it useless when I used it to sacrifice to Lucifer. Do you intend to trap him with such a flawed confinement?"
"Or are you saying that you don't want me to find him?"
Master Yi trembled, a hint of fear in his voice as he replied, "No! This person is too dangerous. Only The Road of Descent can contain him... With just the soldiers from Temple, we won't be able to hold out until you return!"
"I see..."
Tastandin glanced at him with feigned profundity and said lightly, "But I must remind you. This place is not like the Blood Clan; our time here will far exceed what we spent in the Blood Clan. Even if his actions on Starsea Island were extraordinary, they are merely in the past... I hope you don't entertain any misguided thoughts, Yan."
If those Archbishops had not left, they would have been astonished to see Master Yi's current state. The supreme being of Immortal City Temple was drenched in sweat after just a few words with the Messenger!
Master Yi's voice trembled slightly as he said, "Please believe in my loyalty to Eternity!"
"Very well."
Tastandin nodded with satisfaction and then smiled, "How is your body holding up? Although the cost of demonization is quite high, without it, given your physique back then, you wouldn't have survived to this age."
Master Yi fell silent for a moment, feeling a mix of emotions. "My body isn't too bad."
Tastandin stared at Master Yi for ten seconds before breaking into a grin. "That's great to hear. Of course, if you could be a bit more obedient, perhaps I could find a way to slow down your demonization."
With that, Tastandin laughed heartily and stood up, walking into the corridor beside the hall.
The attic was dimly lit.
When Garen opened his eyes, he found himself gazing up at the top of the Fault Staircase. At the end of the stairs stood a wooden door, identical to the one he had seen earlier on The Road of Descent, with the only difference being that this door did not emit any light.
This must be the legendary Nonexistent Door.
However, getting through this door was certainly not as simple as just pushing it open. If he were to walk straight in, he might only find a shabby and dilapidated room. To truly enter, he first needed to locate the Nonexistent Staircase, which was that very Road of Descent.
No wonder the entire Bervant Clan returned empty-handed all those years ago; who would have thought that the Nonexistent Staircase was not an upward path but a seemingly endless descent?
Just this fact alone had stumped many treasure seekers.
Yet, it was very much in line with Berfant's style. In just a brief conversation, Berfant's wisdom and understanding of the world had nearly overturned Garen's original assumptions.
Undeniably, he was a truly legendary figure.
Garen withdrew his gaze and turned to leave the attic. Although he still harbored numerous questions about his brief encounter with Berfant's lingering spirit—such as what he meant by "gift" and the matter concerning Eternity—these were not the most pressing issues at hand.
At this moment, Garen could already conclude that the one who killed Lucifer was Tastandin.
No, the most accurate term should be Frostbringer.
As long as he found Tastandin, there would be clues regarding Han Yun's whereabouts.
Just as Garen stepped out of the attic, his footsteps suddenly halted.
"Wow!"
As the strong wind blew, the open space in front of the attic was filled with armored guards. The moment the wooden door swung open, sharp blades were raised in unison, and the air was thick with a sense of impending doom.
"Just as Master Yi predicted, this guy really has come out of the forbidden area," a middle-aged guard said with a serious expression. "According to Master Yi, this demon should be in its weakest state! However, we must not let our guard down; this guy is the embodiment of a demon, and we need to be cautious!"
"Let's move! Hang the demon's corpse on the city wall for three days and nights!" another guard said coldly, as if in his eyes, Garen was already a dead man.
The leading officer suddenly waved his hand: "Kill!"
...
Garen did not expect that the enemy had already made such thorough preparations. It seemed that Master Yi was quite familiar with Garen's strength, so he had no doubt that Garen could escape from The Road of Descent and had long been prepared.
However, he clearly still overlooked something.
Escaping by destroying The Road of Descent would indeed put Garen in danger and even injure him severely. But what they never anticipated was that Berfant would take the initiative to meet Garen and personally escort him away.
A deafening roar erupted!
Watching the Black Armored Guards surge forward like a tide, Garen remained calm and slowly drew out his spear.
In Garen's hands, the spear bent into a crescent shape. Then, with a hum, half of the spear suddenly recoiled, sending several guards flying backward!
In that instant, Garen quickly tightened his grip on the spear and used its butt end to block two arrows. Then, it seemed as if the spear had come alive in Garen's hands, creating a flurry of afterimages as he wielded it. Each strike disrupted several blades and sent multiple guards tumbling!
Garen did not personally teach Han Yun the art of spear fighting because, in this regard, he was indeed inferior to Zhao Xin. Strictly speaking, Garen excelled in wielding large swords, such as the Stormblade.
However, this did not mean that Garen was completely ignorant of using other weapons. As the leader of the Fearless Vanguard Legion, Garen had dabbled in various weapons. While he was far from being a master, he was more than capable of taking down this group of guards.
In an instant, the entire open space erupted with chaos!
Wave after wave of guards charged forward, but all that could be seen were figures being sent flying. Before long, Garen reached the center of the clearing, his spear swirling like a giant fan, creating a small forbidden zone within five meters. Anyone who dared to step inside would immediately fall.
Garen did not kill anyone; after all, these guards were merely following orders and had been misled into viewing Garen and his spear as evil. Of course, this did not mean that they would have any opportunity to retaliate. In less than twenty minutes, all the guards lay defeated on the ground, curled up and moaning in pain…
Standing alone was Garen.
He sheathed his spear again and took a couple of heavy breaths to regain some stamina before heading deeper into the Temple.
But just then, a familiar voice rang out.
"Are you looking for that Human Slave?"
On the roof of a nearby building stood Tastandin, arms crossed, looking down at Garen from above.
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