Sylvia's soft body fell in mid-air.
Xia took a step forward and held the delicate body.
It was almost at the same time that Sylvia lost consciousness.
The terrifying shadow, as dark as ink, surged out from the void around Sylvia like a tide.
Like a pitch-black tide, it instantly enveloped the surrounding sea of night orchids.
With just a slight touch, those light purple flowers withered in a very short time as if they had touched some forbidden disaster.
Then, after a thousandth of a second, the originally delicate petals weathered into countless withered yellow powders.
This is the power of dusk that resides in Sylvia's body.
In her past life, even in her dreams, Sylvia subconsciously suppressed the riot within the bronze cross.
...
...
But this time, Sylvia gave up.
The moment she lost consciousness, she simply let the shadows spread out and occupy her entire body and mind.
Looking at the dim light sweeping in from all around, Xia's expression remained unchanged.
Back when he was still in the second ring, he had dealt with similar situations with the help of mental strengthening potions.
This time, although for the sake of subsequent plans, Char did not drink similar overdraft potions again.
However, as his strength advanced to the third ring, it would be no problem for him to deal with this out-of-control dusk power.
Char's dark eyes silently reflected three silver moons that were spinning like magatama.
"Tsukuyomi" is activated.
The next moment.
A bright moon rose silently above the dim waves.
Then, under the shining light of the silver moon——
The dim divine power that was originally surging and restless, as if it was going to swallow up the world, gradually returned to calm.
Finally, the dim divine power receded like the tide and was retracted into Sylvia's body.
Only the withered sea of flowers around them remain as proof of their existence.
Only after all the noise around him died down did Xia squat down again.
He took out a bottle of healing potion from his "space pocket" and opened the cap.
The emerald green liquid full of the breath of life dripped onto Sylvia's back.
Tick-tock——
Tick-tock——
The emerald green liquid was absorbed by the wound, and the gurgling blood was stopped. Char immediately put away the alchemical healing potion.
In front of him, the girl closed her eyes and fell into a deep coma.
Only two wet tear marks were left on the delicate white cheeks.
"When a woman loves a man, the cost is often much higher than when a man loves a woman..."
"Have I now confirmed what I said in my previous life?"
Char smiled self-deprecatingly.
He stretched out his hand and wiped away the two traces of tears that had never dried on Sylvia's peaceful and pretty face.
Then, Char squatted down and held the unconscious girl in his arms like a princess.
"Sparkling."
"Chi! (Got it!)"
In the soul contract space, the little golden monkey who had been waiting for a long time quickly took Char to launch the "Flash".
The two figures on the Morning Star Hill quickly disappeared and leaped down the mountain with an extremely tiny gap.
The capital of Cang Ting.
There, was the final curtain rise on the historical echoes of the ancient country of Cang Ting.
Likewise, that is also the stage that Char will go to.
The flaming curtain has been unveiled.
From all over the Western Continent——
People with different standpoints, different purposes, and different thoughts gathered in the royal capital, just to fight for the authority of the god called "Twilight".
You finish singing.
I come on stage.
…
Western Continent, Golden Plains.
Silver City, headquarters of the Cretaceous Tower.
"You are going to the plane of eternal sleep"
The manager of the White Tower Library, Isvedah, who is known as the "Singer of Silence", repeated Fioren's words.
A rare look of surprise appeared on that usually indifferent face.
"Fioren, do you know what you are talking about?"
"The plane of eternal sleep, that is..."
"It is because I know the secret of the eternal sleep plane that I rushed back from the Foresta Empire in such a hurry."
Fioren interrupted Ishvedta's words.
She waved her hand and took the black-scaled dragon behind her, which was emitting infinite dragon power, back into the soul contract space. There was a hint of urgency in her cold eyes.
"Isvida, do you still remember the words the tower master left before she fell asleep?"
As Fioren said this, Isvedah's eyes gradually became more serious.
"You mean, it's about Cang Ting?"
"That's right."
There was a brief silence in front of the magnificent tower.
After a moment's silence, Isvida spoke again.
However, this time, her words were very hesitant and measured: "You have to think clearly, if the information you brought is just a false alarm, what does it mean..."
"That is the only thing that belongs to the tower master. If it is just a false alarm, you may never be able to return to the White Tower again."
"I never intended to return to the White Tower, Your Majesty, Deputy Tower Master."
Fioren smiled carefreely: "I came back to report the news this time only to repay the White Tower for raising me. I have no other intentions."
Ishvedah lingered on Fioren's dark metal mask for a long time.
After a long while, she finally said softly, "Okay."
As the words came out, to others, the square around the White Tower remained calm and nothing happened.
But, at this moment——
In Fiolun's eyes, this space was filled with spatial fluctuations one after another.
Then, in a very short time.
The spatial fluctuations transformed into sharp cracks, and finally converged into a colorless and invisible space storm that was difficult for ordinary people to observe but was majestic and huge.
The next moment.
Crystal clear scars appeared on the dark sky.
The boundary wall of the Prime Material Plane shows gaps.
A fleeting crack appeared, leading to the dimensional abyss.
Penetrating the barrier between the main material plane and the dimension is generally an exclusive ability that only legendary strongmen can master.
At this moment, the "Silent Singer" Isvida was able to accomplish such a great feat because of her position at the White Tower and her authority as the deputy tower master.
Looking at the distorted dimensional gap, Fioren did not hesitate and stepped directly into it.
In the dimensional rift, there are chaotic spatial turbulences everywhere. If you take a wrong step, even a title-level Beastmaster may die on the spot in an instant.
Fioren calmed his mind and followed the vague pull, crossing one space crack after another.
The afterimages of thousands of dimensions appeared beside her, but Fioren ignored them all.
After a few breaths, the distorted space turbulence and the complicated plane projections all disappeared.
Instead, there was a gorgeous yet gloomy dusk.
It was a complex of buildings with thousands of tall towers, countless palaces and layers of towering city walls.
The building complex was shrouded in the deep glow of dusk, magnificent and gorgeous, just like the royal court where the Titans lived in ancient mythology.
Fioren took a deep breath, and a hint of solemnity flashed in the beautiful eyes beneath the metal mask.
She did not summon her usual mount, the Black Scale Dragon, but walked step by step into the palace complex shrouded in dusk.
Fioren knew exactly where this place was.
This is a completely new dimension opened up by the power of one person.
People in the outside world all thought that the "Silver Witch", who built the Cretaceous Tower, one of the three towers five hundred years ago and rose like a comet in a very short period of time, had already been buried in the years.
This is also a reasonable guess. After all, according to the very few verifiable data at present, the race of the Blue Silver Witch is pure-blooded humans, not those immortal species.
Even if one reaches the legendary level, one will still be limited by the lifespan of the race.
In addition, there has been no record of the "Silver Witch" Sylvia Brunstadt taking action for hundreds of years. Even in the intelligence databases of some powerful forces, her file has been marked as "missing".
Perhaps his life span had run out, or perhaps an accident occurred during his exploration of the astral or spiritual worlds.
Or maybe they are simply lost in the gap between the dimensional abyss and the void. Although they are still alive, they can never return to the Western Continent. To the people on the Western Continent, it is no different from being dead.
In the history of the Western Continent, there are countless such disappearance legends.
After all, there is no legend who does not desire to become a god, and the opportunity to become a god lies in the distant star realm and dimensional abyss. This is a view recognized by many legends.
Therefore, since ancient times, countless legendary strongmen have embarked on the journey of expedition to the star realm, and most of them will never return.
However, only the White Tower’s high-ranking officials, such as Isvedah and Fioren, knew clearly—
The Silver Witch Sylvia has never actually been to the astral world or the spirit world.
Even after she achieved the throne of legend, she never had any thoughts about the path to godhood that countless predecessors had flocked to.
Sylvia has always been in the Western Continent.
Or to be more precise, she has been sleeping in this secondary plane attached to the main material dimension.
It's not like some powerful people who are about to die, who choose to live in sleep in order to prolong their lives...
The Lord of the White Tower built this resting place for himself not long after he ascended to the legendary level.
The Cretaceous Tower that later became famous all over the world was actually originally built by Sylvia just to find guards to guard the place where she was sleeping.
This Blue Silver Witch chose to seal herself into a deep sleep at such a young age...
As if for the sake of the long river of time——
As if waiting for someone to come back.
…
Fioren walked step by step towards the palace shrouded in dusk.
At first, I could still maintain a normal person's walking speed.
But when she actually entered the palace and began to come into contact with the solidified dusk, Fioren's steps became extremely difficult.
Beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.
With every step she took in the evening light, the solemnity in her eyes grew more intense.
It was as if there was some kind of enormous power, with the help of the dim light, covering Fioren's whole body, making every step she took difficult.
But Fioren still did not stop, and just kept walking step by step.
She walked through the palace floor paved with gray-white bricks and climbed the stairs leading to the upper level of the palace. The thick dust on the huge silver-white stone pillars around her fell with Fioren's arrival.
Finally, Fioren stopped at the top floor of the palace complex.
In the deepest part of the palace, there was a thin, dim shadow like a curtain.
She passed through the curtain-like shadows and arrived between the thrones at the deepest part of the palace.
This is a spacious hall. There is no sun, moon or stars outside the huge glass windows, but there is still a faint light covering the place.
Deserted and bleak.
In the center of the hall is a silver throne.
Sitting on the blue silver throne was a woman with waist-length pure silver hair.
She had a slim figure and was wearing a somewhat worn black gauze dress.
Behind her, layers of dim yellow wings hung down, illusory and hazy, enveloping most of the silver-haired woman's body and the entire silver throne.
The silver-haired woman sat quietly in the frozen dusk.
Her right arm was resting on the armrest of the throne, and she was holding the side of her face with her hand, as if she had fallen into a deep sleep.
When he saw the graceful figure on the throne, a huge sense of crisis suddenly emerged in the depths of Fioren's soul.
Although the figure on the silver throne was clearly still sleeping, she still felt terrified, as if her life could be taken away by the frozen dusk at any time.
As a veteran title-level beastmaster, she shouldn't be so miserable even when facing a legend.
It seems that even if I fall into a deep sleep——
However, during these five hundred years of self-sealing, the tower master's strength has clearly continued to grow with the accumulation of time...
Such a premonition suddenly flashed through Fioren's mind.
Even if an ordinary strong man prolongs his lifespan through self-sealing and sleeping, his strength will inevitably decrease sharply after he revives, and he will need a period of recovery before he can reach his peak again.
However, the sense of oppression that the slender figure on the throne at this moment brought to Fioren was clearly far more terrifying than any other legend she had ever seen.
It's totally not a dimension.
Fioren didn't dare to look at the throne again.
She bowed her head quietly and spoke in a very respectful voice.
"Your Majesty Sylvia."
"I'm sorry to disturb your sleep."
"But according to the instructions you gave to the White Tower elders before entering the eternal sleep——"
"When I was serving as the Southern Supervisor of the Foresta Empire, I accidentally discovered that the ruins of the ancient Cang Ting Kingdom had been discovered."
"At the excavation site, we also detected traces of historical echoes, but that historical echo was extremely special and we were unable to enter it."
"In addition, there is a young man who must have entered the historical remnants of the ancient Cang Ting country. He was the first to find clues when excavating these ruins."
"His name is Xia Egut."
"I am currently seventeen years old, a third-year student at Saint Laurent College, and I already have the combat power of a quasi-master..."
"I suspect that he has some connection with the past that you are concerned about and investigating..."
Fioren leaned forward and, in extremely brief words, quickly revealed all the information he had.
As soon as the last byte fell, her figure quickly faded.
A dimensional rift appeared, taking Fioren away from this silvery-white world of silver and dusk, and returning to the main material plane.
The oppressive feeling near the Cang Yin Throne is so great that even a six-ring level Beastmaster can only hold out for seconds.
Fioren's figure disappeared, and the entire palace shrouded in dusk returned to an unspeakable silence.
The dim sky and the majestic pure silver palace, everything seemed to be frozen in time.
I don’t know how long it took…
On the silver armrest of the throne that was without a trace of impurities, a white index finger suddenly moved slightly.
In the frozen dusk, the woman in the black gauze dress was still sitting on the throne and sleeping.
but.
Somewhere between the thrones, a thick, ancient book that was simple, old, and suddenly opened out of thin air.
Without any warning, the dusty old pages began to turn.
Then, it froze on a blank page.
The next moment.
Lines of elegant and simple light golden handwriting appeared out of thin air on the thick book.
"After waking up from the long sleep I sealed myself in, my memory has become tattered, but the memory of being betrayed is still unforgettable."
"I checked the flow of the Sands of Time. More than 500 years have passed in the Prime Material Plane."
"I sensed a familiar feeling from the visitor just now. Does that mean that the tower I built is still standing?"
"This is good news. I can see something familiar."
"I thought that when I woke up again, everything would have changed drastically, just like my hometown..."
"I looked through the records of the throne—"
"That little girl who should be from the White Tower came to the Long Sleep Plane to wake me up because she discovered the historical echoes in the ruins of the Cang Ting Principality."
"And the discoverer of the echoes of history..."
The light golden words written out of thin air suddenly froze slightly.
Immediately following.
Snap——
On the silver throne, the dusk that seemed to have frozen the passage of time suddenly shattered in an instant.
It turned into countless dim fragments and scattered all over the ground.
The words on the book reappeared.
However, the originally elegant and neat light gold handwriting suddenly became sloppy and messy.
“Char…”
"elder brother?"
——Excerpt from "Diary of the Blue Silver Witch", page 705, Holy Calendar Year 902, Frost Month, Day 28.
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