Chapter 357 Goodbye
If it was not midnight, Ye Qingxuan would have definitely rushed into Caligula's ho to interrogate Elsa on how she had entered. However, Elsa only had five minutes of mory so she probably could not explain clearly, right? But why was the double snake emblem here? There was one on her wrist too...
Ye Qingxuan stared at the pocket watch and thought for a long ti but he still did not understand. He grew depressed. The worst thing in the world was when the door was right there but one could not find it.
He sighed. Looking back at the shattered statue, he shook his head slowly. "It's been so many years. The Romulusians have probably all forgotten about it. Otherwise, it wouldn't be this damaged."
Shaking his head, he turned to leave. But then he froze.
The holy fire…
The holy fire!
When the Romulusians left the oasis, they established seven City of Wolves and created their own empire. Many races had co from all over and assimilated into Romulus. They also brought their own gods which was why Romulus' temple was known as the 'thousand god temple.'
However, the Romulusians maintained their worship of their most primitive ancestors. They believed that the souls of their ancestors lived inside their family flas. Thus, the family fla must always be lit. A family must worship the sa fla. The connection was closer than blood relationships.
The elder of a family was also the priest of the family fla. Every family had a unique prayer and ritual. When a daughter married, a musician needed to witness the marriage before the family fla in place of the ancestor's spirit. This way, the girl could leave the family fla and enter another family's fla. Therefore, the holy fire that represented the many gods in the temple would never be extinguished. Even in the temple, the saint's relic acted as the fire watcher. When he resurrected, he absorbed the fire and transford it into his own power, and the fire was no more.
"Then…I'll light it up for you again!" Ye Qingxuan returned to the altar and cleared away the ashes. He broke the rusted chair and tossed the parts in. He created a spark of fire and tossed it in as well. Fire lit up in the darkness.
Ye Qingxuan took off the Eye of Silence and studied the temple. Under the weak firelight, a solemn aura appeared around the broken statues. Centuries ago, the Romulusians had co here to create a cetery for their heroes. They also built a residence for their gods and sacrificed slaves and beasts to them.
With the fire's return, the gods seed to have returned from darkness. Their broken faces gazed at Ye Qingxuan, the foreign worshipper.
Before the weak fire, Ye Qingxuan felt his pocket watch vibrate. Taking it out, he saw the double snake emblem lit up slowly before dimming. Even the dark design disappeared. The mirror-like outer shell reflected the holy fire's glow. There seed to be small contours on the surface, producing rectangular shadows on the wall.
The light floated on the wall as Ye Qingxuan moved his wrist. It finally moved between two statues. It looked like a door.
A door…
Ye Qingxuan gaped at his pocket watch and then looked at the door of light and shadow. He put his watch away but the door's contour was still there.
"This is possible?"
Doubtful, he walked over and pushed. The door opened.
It really was possible!
He stared blankly at the open door and the bright space behind it. After a long while, he stepped through.
In the secret room behind the door, there was a statue holding flas. There was a line of dark gold words carved on the statue's foundation. Made of green gold and copper, it did not rust.
Under the firelight, discipline from ancient priests shone brilliantly.
"Dis te minorem quod geris, imperas."
Thou rulest because thou bearest.
Before the words, soone had abandoned a ragged robe. It was covered in dust but Ye Qingxuan could tell imdiately that it was from the King of Yellow. He had abandoned it here as if abandoning the glory and position that countless people dread of.
Before Ye Qingxuan could take a closer look, the thing beside the robe caught his attention. He suddenly wished he had never co here.
He'd rather have never discovered the secret behind the door, wishing he had never co here in the first place. It was pure regret from the bottom of his heart! He wanted to run away.
Staring at the thing, it felt as if he had fallen into an icy gorge. He shook violently and practically collapsed.
He had never hesitated, even as he faced the strongest enemy, the most terrifying beast, or natural catastrophes. Ye Qingxuan had once thought that there was nothing in the world that could shake him up like this. But looking at this, Ye Qingxuan felt raw fear.
"What in the living f*ck is this?!"
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Late at night, a heavy yet sad bell rang from the peak of the Sacred City and spread in all directions.
Outside the Holy Spirit Temple, a few solemn archbishops clad in red stared at the flickering firelight within the faraway temple. They sighed under the bleak bell and lowered their eyes.
The Holy Spirit Temple was the most important place of the Sacred City. It was the core and even more important than the pope's palace. However, it was not heavily guarded. Rather than knights guarding it, there were only priests clad in gray.
This temple enshrined the saints who placed their consciousness into the aether after death and transford into holy spirits. The spirits slept inside the temple and slowed down their decay, waiting for the ti they needed to step onto the battlefield. However, a man's consciousness was so insignificant and temporary compared to the world.
When the slow death finally ca, the bell would ring to announce the passing of a holy spirit. This was the sixth this century. The archbishops outside the temple murmured amongst themselves.
"It must extinguish in the end?"
"He is a saint but it is the sixth hundred year, after all. No living thing can escape it."
"But he's different."
Soone sighed then they fell silent.
The one that would soon extinguish was the powerful musician who had started the age of Romulus six hundred years ago, the eternal emperor of the Romulusians—holy spirit Aeneas.
Soone entered the temple. The traveler from faraway walked past the stone coffins on either side and stopped before the altar. There, the unclear face of a holy spirit looked up from the weak fla and looked at the cor.
The newcor was completely different from before. He was no longer eerily handso, but his long hair was still as golden as before. Within a few short months, he had aged to a middle-aged man. He looked tiworn but was still fat.
The double snake emblem on his cane still shone. Seeing the holy spirit in the fire, he smiled.
"Hers?" In the fire, Aeneas looked at him. His eyes filled with recognition. "Long ti no see."
"Yes, long ti no see." Hers sat beside the altar and rested against the pillar. He said softly, "I'm here to see you off."
"Thank you." Aeneas nodded. Hers lowered his head and pulled a pipe from his pocket. Sadly, the lighter was wet and would not ignite. After struggling for a while, he sighed helplessly and cursed.
Aeneas pressed a finger onto the pipe. The weak embers lit up the tobacco.
"Thanks." Opening his mouth, Hers sucked in deeply and let out a long breath. "I sat on a carriage for days. I'm so tired."
Aeneas looked at him. Hesitating, he asked quietly, "Are they…okay?"
"Of course," Hers answered. "It's good enough to be alive nowadays, right? And anyway, it's good enough for them to have a place to stay as a group of holess wanderers. What about you? You stay here like it's a prison. Want to take you out for a walk?"
"I had a dream before you ca," Aeneas. "And you were here when I woke up. What a coincidence."
"It's good to dream. What did you dream? Tell about it."
"I dread of my family fla." He sighed. "I dread that I left this place and returned to the family fla, reuniting with my ancestors. But when I woke up, I felt scared. I've done so many things wrong. I don't know what they will say to ."
"Don't worry. You did many things right too," Hers said. "If there's an afterlife, you'll definitely be rewarded there."
"Is there really an afterlife?"
"No." Hers shook his head. "You've lived for so long, Aeneas. Do you still not understand? Humans are just as you can see—seventy percent water, calcium in the bones, blood in the body. They breathe when they're alive, and when they're dead? There's nothing anymore." Pointing at his head, he said softly, "There's no 'soul' here, Aeneas. I'm sorry, but there's no afterlife."
"I see." Aeneas sighed as if he had settled down. "Thank you."
"No need to thank . This was my duty. You were the first man I ever t. I have the responsibility of witnessing your death. I just didn't think that this day would be six hundred years too late."
"Soon, it's coming soon… In the blink of an eye, it's already been six hundred years." Smiling, Aeneas closed his eyes. In the fire, the holy spirit half knelt on the altar and lowered his head to the person before him. "I once stepped onto the path of destiny as guided by a god and accomplished sothing great. Now, six hundred years have passed. The traces I've left on the earth have disappeared and I will disappear as well. You've witnessed all of this."
Hers lowered his eyes. "Aeneas, you've witnessed as well."
"For people like , we had strength while we were alive and did so things so we were known as heroes and kings. Sadly, I have my limits. After living emptily for six hundred years, I wish I could do sothing for those lost folks. But sadly, I can't do anything. Hers, I hope you can guide them just as you guided before."
"Everything has a life, Aeneas. Fate guided you," Hers said softly as he smoked. "I will take care of them for you. Don't worry. There's still an old man with a good head. They won't live badly in the future."
"That's great." Aeneas smiled in content. His dim figure flickered in the flas and gradually dissipated, turning to ash. Amongst the ashes, the old face slowly shattered. He uttered his last farewell, "Goodbye."
"Yes, goodbye." Hers closed his eyes.
The fla extinguished. The ashes scattered like birds flying in the sky.
Hers reached out. Catching so falling ash, he clenched his fist. "Goodbye."
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