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More than a decade ago, Beryl Mountain chose to turn against his own wife and daughter for the sake of profit. He not only tried various methods to collaborate with other clans to assassinate Su Ye but also gradually drove Qinlan to her death. It wasn't until Su Ye emerged from the Solomon Clan's Sanctuary that her astonishing talent was recognized as the hope for the resurgence of the bloodline. All the harm she had suffered and the various sins were cast upon Beryl Mountain.
The emotions of the Solomon Clan towards Beryl Mountain were complex. From the clan's perspective, everything he did was to restore the glory of Solomon, but from a human standpoint, his actions were hard to accept. For a long time, he had played the role of a "worthy villain."
The sudden downpour evoked many memories, like a chance for those weary from survival and schemes to take a break. The Solomon Clan no longer held any views about Beryl Mountain; it seemed that forgetting him was the best outcome. However, in recent days, what everyone discussed most often was the situation concerning Su Ye.
Su Ye had locked herself in her room for two days.
During this time, Bai remained outside the door, refusing all visitors. She did not attempt to disturb Su Ye; their years of master-servant relationship had developed a tacit understanding that rivaled that of Embrace. Bai knew very well that what Su Ye needed most at this moment was peace and quiet.
At first, Su Ye was furious.
She had clearly burned away those memories, so why was she still dreaming about them? It was like throwing away something you loathed and feared the most, only for it to resurface when you thought you had completely forgotten about it.
It turned out she had never truly forgotten.
What was even more infuriating was that when she revisited those memories, she found herself experiencing special emotions. Although Su Ye was reluctant to admit it, in that dream, she felt no disgust or rejection at all. She saw herself at five years old, with Beryl Mountain holding her hand and teaching her how to use a knife and fork. Mischievous little Su Ye had several times "ambushed" her father with a fork, causing Beryl Mountain to grimace in pain while gently patting her head, with Qinlan sitting nearby smiling at the scene…
Su Ye did not want to acknowledge it, but when she saw that image, she genuinely felt a warmth—a feeling she hadn’t experienced in many years or perhaps one she had always deemed as a sign of weakness.
That year, she chose endless darkness; in her view, true stability must be built upon absolute power. Otherwise, everything would become fragile and weak. This was also why she had exhausted every means to grow stronger over the years.
Su Ye leaned against the windowsill, unusually hugging her pale knees.
She couldn’t help but wonder: if things hadn’t unfolded as they did later on or if they could have sat down for an honest conversation back then, perhaps everything would have truly changed…
The Solomon Clan would continue its decline and be further devoured.
But at least she wouldn’t have faced such misfortunes.
After the old guards of Solomon's former power were executed, Su Ye became the person who hated Beryl Mountain the most in this world yet also knew him best. So when news of his death reached her ears, she fell silent immediately.
Perhaps in that man's eyes, his death would bring relief to Su Ye, while also conveying the remorse he had felt over the years.
So he took his own life.
Su Ye suppressed these thoughts; she had more important matters to attend to. She stood up, donned her trench coat, and slowly walked out of the room.
"Your Highness, you're coming out," Bai said softly, but saw Su Ye silently walking past her.
For some reason, an ominous premonition suddenly arose in Bai's heart, and she hurriedly followed.
"Your Highness, where are you going?" Bai asked in surprise.
Su Ye did not respond. She pushed open a large door deep within the Inner Fortress and then walked through a long corridor to another special door.
Bai's pupils trembled as she exclaimed, "Your Highness… are you going to the Sanctuary?!"
"Yes, you don't need to follow me," Su Ye replied with a slight nod. Behind this door was another intricately carved entrance.
This path led to the Sanctuary of the Solomon Clan, the very place where Su Ye had been reborn.
Bai stepped in front of Su Ye with determination and said gravely, "You should know that no one can enter the Sanctuary twice!"
Su Ye remained silent for a moment before bypassing Bai and entering the second doorway.
"You can't possibly be unaware that although this rule was left by Seydon's Progenitor, the secrets of the Sanctuary date back even further than ancient times! Your Highness! This is too dangerous!" Bai exclaimed anxiously, blocking Su Ye's path once more.
As one of the oldest clans, the Bloodline possessed many secrets. Bai was not wrong, but her understanding was incomplete. According to Su Ye's knowledge, the Sanctuary of the Solomon Clan had been transported here by the Ancestor of the Abyss.
Indeed, transported.
Even in that era, the Ancestor of the Abyss could be considered among the most exceptional individuals. The effort it took to bring something back was clearly not trivial, and that object had only coexisted with Solomon's Bloodline. This was also why it had continued to exist within the Solomon Clan.
Many had once attempted to delve into the secrets of Sanctuary, but all ultimately failed—every person who entered a second time never made it out.
Su Ye did not know what that thing was, but deep down, he had some guesses.
In that era, the most revered pursuit on the continent was immortality.
In today's terms, it could be described as resurrection from death, a state of Eternity.
Su Ye intended to be stern, but before his gaze could turn cold, he noticed Bai's eyes reddening. For some reason, a rare sense of compassion stirred within Su Ye.
Perhaps it was because the rain truly felt too gentle.
"I'll be back soon," Su Ye said, gently patting Bai's head.
Bai froze for a moment.
She looked at the relaxed expression on Su Ye's face and found herself at a loss. After many years, this was the first time she had seen Su Ye display such a sincere smile, pure and radiant like the white blooms of the Sima flower in the courtyard, warm yet striking.
It resembled the most beautiful painting in the world.
Bai watched as Su Ye walked further away, gradually disappearing through the last doorway. In the end, she did not chase after him.
...
On the outskirts of the Holy Empire lay a small estate.
Estates of this size were not cheap; just the rent for a shared garden cost twenty gold coins per month. However, in the entirety of the Holy Empire, it was already one of the cheapest mid-range accommodations. Typically, those who lived here were disabled adventurers spending their remaining days with wealth earned in their youth... But this was all that Edward had left.
Over the past few years, he had traveled throughout the Holy Empire with Sharg and Talina, witnessing countless beautiful landscapes. It was time to settle down.
"How is it?" grumbled Edward, his beard unkempt as he squatted at the door, puffing on a cigar made from local delicacies.
“She can last at most three more days,” Sharg sighed as he leaned against the wall. “If only you had saved that money back then, perhaps she could have held on a little longer.”
“That makes sense, but then she would have missed out on this joyful time,” Edward replied, stroking his stubble as he changed the subject. “By the way, we need to get ready to move. We can’t even afford the medical bills anymore; I plan to use the house as collateral.”
Sharg remained silent for a long while before slowly removing his eye patch and taking off the high-grade magical eye he had. “Let’s use this; it’s worth something.”
Such magical organs were extremely expensive in the capital, let alone this high-grade product made from a mix of seven magical elements. Even if someone had money, they wouldn’t be able to buy it. The one in Sharg's hand was something Yasthia had gone to great lengths to procure.
In truth, their trip to the capital wasn’t a mistake. Here, they had found hope for Talina’s recovery. Yes, ordinary treatments hadn’t worked, but what about extraordinary ones? From what they knew, there were at least seven legendary healers in the capital who could help Talina.
Unfortunately, since they were legendary mages, their fees would also be legendary.
Legendary figures must be respected anywhere. Even Yasthia herself couldn’t persuade any of them, or rather, after examining Talina’s condition, their prices skyrocketed by dozens of times—almost comparable to the Void Crown atop Philip the Great's head.
This price was something Edward couldn’t bear, and even Yasthia found it unbearable.
“By the way, I had a strange dream last night,” Edward said with a smile; he was quite good at easing the atmosphere.
Sharg raised an eyebrow. “Oh? I had a strange dream too.”
Edward was somewhat surprised and extinguished his cigar in a puddle of rainwater. “Do tell.”
“You go first.”
“Alright.” Edward nodded. “I dreamed about my childhood—specifically many things that happened from when I was little until now, things I had unknowingly forgotten… Oh, and I also dreamed about…”
Before Edward could get to the point, the sound of hooves echoed along the path in front of the manor.
A carriage slowly approached and stopped before Edward and Sharg. An elderly man in a white robe stepped out, leaning on a purple-gold cane. He exuded an air of arrogance, especially with a legendary emblem badge pinned to his chest!
“Master Shan!” Edward and Sharg exchanged glances, each recognizing the shock in the other’s eyes.
"How did you get here?"
Indeed, the person before them, Master Shan, was one of the seven legendary healers of the Holy Empire, skilled in Holy Light Magic. For Talina's illness, Edward and Sharg had tried to reach out to him numerous times, only to find that this Legendary Mage had shut his door to them and even colluded with another "Ocean Master" to block their access to medical help.
"Is this how you speak to a legend?"
Master Shan stroked his goatee and glared at them. "Where there are the injured, there are healers. Are you questioning my medical ethics?"
"This..." Edward and Sharg were momentarily stunned, unable to find their words.
Who would have thought that this old miser, who had been so difficult just a short while ago, would now come knocking on their door?
"Master Shan, we don't have the money to pay you," Edward finally said, taking a deep breath.
"Fool!" Master Shan shouted angrily. "Do you think I value money so much? You are slandering me! Discriminating against me! Fine, just take me to see the patient!"
Edward and Sharg were once again left speechless.
At that moment, another carriage appeared on the small road and stopped in front of them.
The guard opened the carriage door, and an elderly man dressed in a deep blue robe stepped down, suddenly displaying an exquisite legendary badge!
"My God, you old miser! What are you doing here? Hurry up and leave; these people can't afford your medical fees!" The Blue-Robed Elder looked at Master Shan suspiciously and waved his hand dismissively.
Master Shan puffed up his cheeks and glared. "This is an insult to a legend! Slander! It seems it's time for us to settle our rivalry between mountain and sea!"
Yes, the second person who stepped down from the carriage was indeed the Ocean Master. Both of these Legendary Mages had achieved considerable success in magic, though there was some debate about whether they had reached the pinnacle of their craft. However, when it came to being stingy, they were well-known throughout the entire empire.
At that moment, it seemed like the two old men were ready to throw down!
Just then, a gentle voice broke through the tension.
A middle-aged man smiled and said, "Hello, could you take me to see the patient? I saw your letter yesterday, well, it was sent last year. I've already dismissed that presumptuous steward."
The two Legendary Mages, Edward and Sharg, turned toward the voice and were immediately stunned. This middle-aged man was no stranger to them; he was one of the top talents in healing magic in recent years! One of the seven Healers of the Imperial Capital!
At that moment, Edward and Sharg were so astonished that they couldn't find their words.
In just half a day, they had encountered three legends, and what was even more astonishing was that they were willing to offer their healing services for free!
As the middle-aged man later remarked, "Rather than just treating the wounded, I prefer to treat this world kindly."
This change came too suddenly,
Just like the heavy rain.
Then, the sound of hooves echoed from around the corner as another carriage approached...
Everything is worth protecting.
If you do not take action, what you cherish will eventually slip away.
You cannot decide the strength of your power or the quality of your talent,
But you can still choose to be kind.
The ultimate aura trembled throughout the Dark Realm.
Just like in that moment when Agu An vanished, when the light reached its peak intensity, Garen disappeared from deep within.
But the light of the palace had not faded, for at this moment, figures stood everywhere—on the tower's peak, on the palace walls, on the steps, and in mid-air. These figures radiated a fierce and blazing light, glaring at the Black Skeleton and the overwhelming Black Mist Cavalry.
Jarvan IV's hands trembled.
At the moment of descent, he had just caught a glimpse of Garen's final silhouette.
Tears streamed down his face, yet his expression remained solemn throughout. In this moment, no emotion could sway him; the tears fell from sorrow, but standing here, even the most intense grief had become insignificant.
What mattered was victory.
Jarvan IV pointed his great axe diagonally, tears flowing as he roared in anger. His golden armor shone with dazzling brilliance. Between the Crystal Palace and the Black Mist Cavalry, a massive volcano erupted with a thunderous roar, molten lava splashing violently like a meteor!
Whoosh!
A shadow soared upward; it was Zed, wrapped in Ninja Bandages, extending his sharp claws!
The volcano seemed to cleave the battlefield in two.
On one side, the Black Skeleton and the overwhelming cavalry pressed forward! They blotted out the sun!
Beside Zed,
Super Warriors surged forth!
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