The sky was overcast, and a light drizzle began to fall.
The ruins of the dilapidated rice paddies, the undulating waves of wheat covered in frost, ravaged by the cold wind.
Before a grave piled on a small hill, Fei Lan, now an old man, trembled, his resolute and strong face bearing an overwhelming sorrow.
His forehead was pressed against the tombstone, and he remained silent.
"Please pull yourself together. The Divine Court... cannot withstand any more blows."
The elderly man in the wheelchair looked like he was dozing off, and it was difficult for him to keep his eyelids open.
Life force, like a candle flame flickering in the wind, can be extinguished at any moment.
But for the sake of the divine court, he forced the flames to burn more fiercely to prevent venomous snakes and beasts from extinguishing the tiny flame.
"I see."
Ferran gently stroked the tombstone. His wife, through her prayer magic, had exhausted her life force and ultimately died of old age.
Their daughter, Kana, was also cursed by the dark sorcerer and was the first to die, causing her parents immense pain.
He hated it...
Two kind-hearted women who had helped thousands of people, both grieving the cruelty of fate, have passed away!
He hated his enemy for being so insidious, striking suddenly after his secret attempt to advance to the extraordinary realm failed, making him regret his past actions!
He hated himself even more for failing to break through, for being lucky enough to survive, and for not having the strength to protect his family!
“Three days from now, I will surely embark on the golden road.”
Fei Lan composed himself, stood up, and a hint of sharpness flashed in his eyes.
More than anything, it ignited a powerful fighting spirit, a murderous intent that would slaughter the enemy until rivers of blood flowed.
This enmity is irreconcilable!
"It's too hasty. The next batch of supplies from the Eastern Parliament hasn't arrived yet. Why not postpone it for a few days and make preparations later?"
The old bishop offered his advice, his voice barely audible, yet still clearly heard by Ferran.
"The Divine Court must have a traitor who leaked information about my failed breakthrough. The most important thing is to break through as soon as possible before the Duchy reacts."
"Don't worry, I foresaw my failure when activating the extraordinary flame, so I kept a large amount of resources unused. That's enough."
Ferran glanced longingly at the tombstone, hidden in the bountiful rice paddy.
He suddenly turned around, looked at the gray sky, reached up and grabbed, his gaze like a sword, as if tearing the sky apart!
The old bishop stiffened as he sensed a powerful aura emanating from Ferran that even he found awe-inspiring.
He suddenly opened his eyes. His aged eyes were gray and white, yet they vaguely reflected a giant with a golden glow, wielding a divine sword, slaughtering his enemies and staining the sky with blood.
The dark clouds dispersed, and the sky was filled with rosy clouds.
That night, a monster was born.
...
"The oracle will truly unleash its power upon you."
"I have a secret precognitive technique that works in conjunction with the divine oracle. It is unnamed and can only be used once in a lifetime. I once dreamed that in the final great battle, the divine oracle will unleash unprecedented power, even predicting the methods of the gods. At that time, you can take advantage of the Spring and Autumn period to complete the grand plan of the divine court!"
"But time flows swiftly, and this involves a crucial battle hundreds of years from now. This is all the help I can offer you. I'm sorry."
On the hospital bed, the frail old man, wrapped in a quilt, shivered in the snowy night.
The handsome man taking care of her was tall and had blond hair and blue eyes.
"Yes, Father."
Fei Lan's hands trembled; the usually calm man was experiencing significant emotional fluctuations.
He added fuel to the fireplace, lighting the gold-grade wood to provide warmth and ward off the cold, but the old man was too weak to even open his eyes.
The old man, clinging to his last bit of strength, held a scroll in his hand that recorded newly created secret techniques, which transformed into a pale golden parchment.
Ferran respectfully took the parchment and placed the old man's hand under the quilt.
But when he looked up, he saw the old bishop lying quietly on the bed, his eyes closed, his face serene, with only a hint of a smile on his lips.
Fei Lan was stunned, and there was still a dazed look in her eyes.
This leader of the Harvest Divine Court ruled the court for three hundred years, shouldering great responsibilities, and even the three major duchies dared not coerce him too much.
He left calmly.
Having fulfilled their mission and laid down the heavy responsibilities on their shoulders, they passed the torch to the next generation.
His injuries were severe, with a trace of Saint-level power remaining, which he deliberately concealed. After all hope of recovery was lost, he allowed the power to permeate his body so that Ferran could study dark magic.
He was considering the bigger picture.
After all, once he falls, the three duchies will inevitably launch an attack on the Divine Court.
If the new generation of bishops lacks ability and cannot muster a strong fighting force, then don't blame them for being ruthless and dividing up the divine estate.
When an individual's power surpasses that of another faction, the so-called unspoken rules between factions are broken and redefined by the strong.
Knowing his injuries were too severe to heal, he used his last ounce of strength in his final moments to painstakingly create the secret art of precognition, in order to safeguard the future development of the Divine Court.
Ferran paused, standing silently before the old bishop's bed for a long, long time.
Finally, he spoke, his voice hoarse, and said softly, "Father, this move can create an advantage for our side invisibly, and it has the shadow of the sword of victory. I will name it for you—The Great Dream of Spring and Autumn."
"Your contribution will be forever remembered by our Lord..."
...
Ferran was lost in his memories.
Youth, young adulthood, middle age, old age...
Ultimately, they stepped into the extraordinary realm.
He walked step by step, through the memories of bygone years...
As time went by, the young Fei Lan grew up step by step, leading the Divine Court to secretly become stronger.
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