The Pure Holy Continent is a continent blessed by the revered God of Light. It has boundless oceans, illusory volcanoes, forests filled with monsters, nests where dragons gather, as well as the city of ice and snow, the underground maze, the boundless swamps... These are all places that receive the glory of the God of Light. Oh, and there are also humans. It is said that humans are the most beloved by the God of Light. When humans are born, they can obtain the gift of magic. After being educated, they will become stronger and stronger. Everyone is a magician. Relying on such magical talents, humans have gradually dominated this continent.

But today, the Pure Holy Empire, one of the four major empires in the Pure Holy Continent, was in a dead silence, and the people across the country had sad expressions. The only Goddess of Magic in the Pure Holy Empire, no, the only Goddess of Magic in the Pure Holy Continent was put under a vicious curse, and even the Pope, who was a Saint of Magic, could not cure her with the ninth-level healing magic "Redemption of Magic". Now it was as if she had been given a final ultimatum.

In fact, many people have never seen this youngest God of Law in history, but there are many legends about this God of Law. Some say that she is a girl who is just 20 years old, and some say that the long hair of the God of Law is as beautiful as the starry sky, her eyes are as gorgeous as rubies, and her voice is more pleasant than that of a siren. The existence of this God of Law is not only a deterrent, but more like a belief. The God of Law seems to represent the possibility of going from human to god.

The Pope is very old, and his eyes are full of sadness. In front of him is a very young girl. Looking at her from the side, her high nose bridge, curved eyelashes, and small lips make up a beautiful face. Although not as magical as the legends outside, it is also beautiful, especially her red eyes. I was attracted to her at once. They were like a pair of rubies, and as clear as a stream. I believe everyone will become a captive of those eyes, but now her lips are abnormally pale, and the original moisture has been cursed and turned into this. The whole person has become particularly weak.

This god of magic wore a silver-black wizard robe with a brilliant starry sky above it. Those stars were not static but changed slowly with the passage of time. This wizard robe was one of the holy objects that all magicians wanted most.

"I'm so sorry, Mo Kexuan. I wish I were also a magic god. Then I could use the tenth-level forbidden spell to heal you."

Mo Kexuan was raised by the Pope since childhood. The Pope felt very guilty towards Mo Kexuan, a disciple left behind by his good friend. Although he was the Pope who commanded tens of millions of believers, he was only a magic saint and could not cast forbidden spells for Mo Kexuan.

"Don't say that. If this is my fate, I will accept it."

There was no emotion in Mo Kexuan's words, as if she was not cursed. But her appearance made the Pope feel even more heartbroken. After her friend passed away, Mo Kexuan seemed to have closed herself off, and no one could get into her heart anymore.

"Could there really be someone in this world who would curse you? You are now a God of Magic. Even a Sage of Magic like me cannot curse you. But if it were another God of Magic, they could use their power and status to get everything they want."

The Pope couldn't understand it. It's not that he didn't have ways to save Mo Kexuan now, but those methods were incompatible with the Vatican. For example, transforming into a ghost creature. With Mo Kexuan's magical ability, even if she transformed into the most ordinary ghost, she could still live a colorful life. But even if the Pope could reluctantly let go of the Vatican's mortal enemy, the ghost creature, Mo Kexuan herself would not agree with this method.

"Maybe this is fate. If I didn't have my teacher, I would have died fourteen years ago. If I really can't escape this time, I can still go see my master, which is not bad."

Mo Kexuan took off her magic hat. The hat was shaped like a triangle, with the entire hat standing tall, and only the top corner was bent backwards. The bottom of the hat was very wide, and sometimes it would cover part of her face. Usually, Mo Kexuan let the hat cover her eyes, and then she would travel to every corner of the world.

Now after taking off the magic hat, the long hair inside fell out and fell on her back. At this time, Mo Kexuan looked a little sick and tired.

The Pope knew what Mo Kexuan meant, and then Mo Kexuan took off the wizard robe that many magicians wanted, revealing the plain clothes underneath. Mo Kexuan handed the wizard robe and wizard hat to the Pope.

"Alas, I originally promised Master that I would take good care of you."

The Pope knew why Mo Kexuan did this. Before every magician passed away, he would leave behind his most precious things to his relatives or put them in a place, waiting for another luckier and younger magician to find it, so Mo Kexuan did the same.

Mo Kexuan paused again, then took out a milky white stick from her space-time ring. The stick was exquisite and translucent, emitting a faint luster. There was a crescent-shaped object on the top of the stick, and a purple gem was inlaid inside.

Perhaps it had sensed its master's thoughts, as the staff had been swinging its body as if trying to make its master change his mind.

"Dolores, I hope you can obey my last will. I really don't want you to see me when I die. You just stay here and wait for your new friend."

Mo Kexuan touched her long-time friend repeatedly with reluctance, and even the Pope couldn't help but shed tears when he heard Mo Kexuan's words that sounded like his last words. The staff called Dolores fell silent, then made a sound like a silver bell and flew into the hands of the shining statue of the God of Light behind the Pope.

"Your Holiness, I want to go back to my hometown in the remaining days. I have never been back since my teacher took me away. I miss it very much. I ask you to express my apologies to Natasha. I hope she can understand why I left without saying goodbye."

Mo Kexuan smiled slightly, then closed her eyes. A yellow magic circle appeared under her feet and then disappeared in an instant.

"He has mastered the magic of time and space to such perfection. This is truly a talent that is envied by heaven! I sincerely hope that the God of Light can bless this child, Mo Kexuan."

The Pope wiped away his tears, turned around and prayed devoutly to the statue of the God of Light. Perhaps even the statue felt sad for them, and even the light on the statue seemed to have dimmed a lot.

Mo Kexuan appeared in a small town called Greto in a flash. This is one of the most remote cities in the Pure Saint Empire. Most people who come here are businessmen. People's lives here are very simple. Perhaps no one thought that this would be the hometown of the God of Law.

Mo Kexuan walked slowly. The stalls selling monster meat on the street, the fruit vendors, the physiotherapists in the pharmacy, the tailor's cutting shop, and the small church were all the same as she remembered.

Twenty years ago, Mo Kexuan was born in this ordinary small town. Mo Kexuan was born with ruby-red pupils. Although there are people with pupils of various colors in the world, Mo Kexuan's stunning pupils are still considered an ominous symbol. Coupled with Mo Kexuan's innate long silver hair as white as snow, all her features are very similar to the legendary woman, and people have to fear her as in the legend.

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But Mo Kexuan's parents still loved their baby very much and took good care of her. Mo Kexuan remembered that her father was a magician who loved adventure, and her mother loved and tolerated her father, so she had been silently working as a therapist behind her father.

Mo Kexuan remembered that when she was six years old, there was a big earthquake, and then a magical maze appeared somewhere on the continent, so her father, who loved adventure, wanted to take her mother to take a look.

Then her father and mother left the young Mo Kexuan to the care of the priest of the church, and the two of them went to explore the magical maze. Mo Kexuan didn't know whether she should have any opinions about her parents. Mo Kexuan's father and mother were still very young, so it was understandable that they were more playful. After all, when Mo Kexuan's mother gave birth to her, her mother was only 20 years old.

But her parents never came back. Although Mo Kexuan was taken care of by the priests in the church, the church also served as an orphanage. Her peers here rejected her. Her eyes and hair color were rejected by her peers.

But the house left by her parents was also occupied by the bullies in the town, and Mo Kexuan was helpless. Maybe she felt that she could not stay in the church any longer, so she ran to a small wooden house halfway up the mountain. This small wooden house might be a temporary resting place built by someone. The mountain products in this town are quite good, so people often go to the mountains to find materials for magic, so they built this small wooden house.

Just when Mo Kexuan was about to starve to death in this small wooden house, she was rescued by her teacher, the Saint Demi.