Virtual Realm, Ti Continent, Eternal City.
The layout of Eternal City is remarkably unique. If one could observe it from outside, they’d notice that every side view of the city forms a triangle: the outermost walls are the shortest, and as one moves toward the central area, the buildings rise higher, with the Ti Tower at the core being the tallest structure in the entire city.
Moreover, the buildings are not standalone; all the high-rise structures are interconnected by bridges, making the entire Eternal City a three-dinsional labyrinth.
What troubles sorcerers the most is the constant shifting of bridges, walls, and even the city’s roads-every hour, Eternal City transforms into sothing new!
This is why, for a month now, not only has no one managed to seize the Inheritance of Ti, but not even a complete strategy guide has been compiled-the intricate structure of Eternal City makes its exploration far more extensive than imagined.
Not to ntion, encountering other sorcerers in Eternal City is as common as breathing, with battles, alliances, betrayals, and the drama of valor and ugliness unfolding every mont within its walls.
The operation of Eternal City is powered by the continuous supply from the Golden Flow. Its tributaries spread like veins throughout the city, with the excess Golden Flow Water turning into golden mist that perates every corner. Every adventurer who enters the city breathes in this mist, which settles in their souls and weighs heavily on their hearts, turning the kind suspicious, the suspicious ruthless, the ruthless greedy, and the greedy insane.
Yet, the imnse allure of the Inheritance compels sorcerers to willingly enter this bloody grindstone, despite knowing its dangers.
Interestingly, Eternal City does not prohibit spirits, and two-wings sorcerers, who are just beginning to form their spirit system without Sanctuary defenses, find themselves in a high-attack, low-defense power tier. Eternal City rely needs to provide the right stage, and they naturally respond with a dance of death under the gaze of the King of Ti.
Elegant, brutal, sinister, indifferent.
The phantom of the King of Ti stood tall atop the Tower, observing the chaotic and grotesque drama enacted by the sorcerers.
The Ti Handbook did not ntion whether the King of Ti was proficient in the Prophecy Sect or the ntal Sect, but these hair-raising designs of Inheritance were enough to prove his insight and disdain for human nature.
At this mont, his gaze shifted to the nearby aerial platform.
“Watch out, it’s coming!”
A colossal alchemical golem stood on the platform, facing the assault of three female sorcerers. Suddenly, it ceased its attack, slamd its arms down, and inserted them into the grooves on the ground!
Beneath the grooves were pipelines connected to the tributaries of the Golden Flow-it was absorbing Golden Flow Water to recharge!
Boom! Countless golden runes appeared on the platform, and simultaneously, Annan, Sivirin, and Freya noticed a new link on their bodies, connecting them to phantoms identical to themselves!
They sighed with relief-during their last challenge against the alchemical golem, their inability to see their phantoms led to a crushing defeat. If not for their tily escape, they might have been killed by the golem. Through exploration and research, they discovered that to overco the golem, they must first acquire the key Inheritance, the “Eye of the Future,” to possibly unravel this Miracle!
Freya saw a massive golden Greatsword pierce through her moving phantom!
Sivirin saw her phantom suddenly halt, getting completely shredded by stationary gears!
Annan saw her phantom unhard, but the surrounding space suddenly collapsed!
This was the divine intervention of Predestined Death!
After confirming their respective futures, Annan imdiately ran to the edge of the platform, while Sivirin and Freya moved to the opposite corners. The Bewitcher and little bat were spaced two positions apart, with the Bewitcher standing still and the little bat moving erratically.
Three seconds later, Predestined Death descended, causing a large area centered around Annan to collapse into a spatial implosion. Any sorcerer without Sanctuary caught in it would perish, but the Bewitcher and little bat, standing at the farthest points, narrowly avoided the affected area.
A golden Greatsword pierced Freya, but since Freya remained still, it caused no harm;
Countless stationary gears appeared around Sivirin, but because she was moving erratically, the gears did not harm her.
If it were true Predestined Death, there would be no counterasures. However, this was rely an alchemical golem, and to unleash such divine intervention was already impressive. Moreover, the King of Ti ultimately left behind Inheritance, not a truly fatal obstacle.
Predestined Death was the most challenging chanism, and the subsequent threefold ground fire was easily overco by the trio. With a resounding explosion of shattered gears, the alchemical golem collapsed, and the aerial pathway to the Tower was unsealed.
The female sorcerers panted, staring blankly at the fallen alchemical golem.
After a while, Sivirin plopped down on the ground, letting out a long sigh, “We made it through!”
The Bewitcher excitedly jumped up and hugged the nearby Purple Moth, who happily spun around with her. But soon, Freya broke free from Annan’s embrace, crossed her arms, scoffed, and turned away from Annan.
Annan exchanged a glance with Sivirin, shrugged, and gave a wry smile.
“Is there a reward?”
“No, it just opened the path to the Tower.”
“The Inheritance of Ti is too stingy, defeating an elite enemy and getting nothing…”
While the Purple Moth and little bat were discussing, the Bewitcher had already stepped onto the aerial passage, calmly stating, “Let’s go, it’s ti for the next challenge.”
“Not taking a break?” Sivirin asked.
“What’s there to rest for?” Freya pouted, saying sourly, “I don’t have a man to play with…”
Sivirin glanced at Annan, who sighed and went over to tug at the Bewitcher’s hand. When she didn’t budge, Annan leaned in and wrapped her arm around the Bewitcher’s, “Are you still mad at ?”
“Of course not,” Freya imdiately retorted, puffing up, “Back then, I had nothing to do with you or him, so why would I be mad at you?”
Watching Bewitcher pout like a little girl, Annan couldn’t help but laugh and cry. Recently, Ashe had finally updated his journal with the plot involving Nabistin, or more directly, the night he almost got “devoured” by Annan.
Since then, Bewitcher had started to clash with Annan, even though they still explored the Eternal City together every night. However, she was no longer as affectionate as before, and if Annan tried to talk to her, Bewitcher would often ignore her.
Aren’t the people of Blood Moon supposed to be mature? Isn’t a Bewitcher supposed to be astute like Igor? Annan thought all Bewitchers were like Igor, but Freya had taught her otherwise-she had to deal with little girls like Lise in reality, and pamper yet another little girl, Freya, in the Virtual Realm!
“It’s not really like what’s written in the journal,” Annan said. “You misunderstood!”
“If Ashe wrote it that way, it must be true! You must have used a slave pact to control him and forced him to kiss you!”
“Let explain.”
“Alright, explain!”
“Actually, we did more than just kiss, but Ashe didn’t write that part.”
Bewitcher paused, staring blankly at her.
Annan playfully smacked Bewitcher’s bottom, making a satisfying smack sound. Bewitcher covered her bottom, turned around, and looked at Annan with a pout.
Purple Moth strode past her, heading toward the Tower, and casually said, “Aren’t we supposed to continue exploring? Hurry up!”
Dealing with soone as immature as Freya, who hadn’t even graduated from kindergarten, ant not always indulging her whims. Sotis, standing up to her was necessary to maintain control.
Sivirin patted her bottom and followed along, with Freya nervously trailing behind Annan, asking, “You’re definitely lying to , right? Aren’t you, Annan, you trickster?”
“Maybe~”
“What did you guys do? How was it? Was he, he, impressive? “
“Who knows~”
As they spoke, the trio entered the interior of the Tower, only to find themselves in a grand and impressive study-if not for the overly conspicuous desk, it could even be mistaken for a library.
“Is this challenge supposed to take place in a study? ” Sivirin analyzed. “Then it’s not a combat challenge. The Inheritance of Ti doesn’t want us to damage a single blade of grass in the Eternal City. “
“This is not a test, ” said a golden phantom appearing on a throne behind the desk. It had five silver virtual wings and one patched golden virtual wing. It had no pupils, but the female sorcerers felt it watching them.
“This is your final destination, ” it said. “Your adventure in the Inheritance of Ti will conclude here. “
Freya imdiately assud a combat stance, “Are you going to kill us?”
“Idiot! “
Sivirin yanked on Bewitcher’s cheek, “The King of Ti ans we’ve received the ultimate Inheritance-we can now inherit all the heritage of the King of Ti!”
“What? ” Bewitcher blinked. “It’s over already? “
The King of Ti gently waved his hand, and three red leather chairs moved on their own towards the female sorcerers, “Please sit, inheritors. “
The three exchanged glances, understanding that if the King of Ti harbored any malice, they would be powerless to resist. So, they obediently sat down, their rounded hips sinking into the padding.
“This place was originally nad Nesser, the office of the Eternal City’s ruler,” the King of Ti said, raising his head to gaze at the magnificent Firmant. “It’s said to be the origin of the world worshipped by Ancient Sprites, though no one knows what the term represents anymore. Naming the ruler’s office after it was ant to inspire the ruler of the Eternal City to always walk the path of Truth, seeking knowledge and mystery.”
“After I beca the ruler, I renad it Windmill. Do you know why?”
Annan and Sivirin remained silent, but Freya pondered for a mont, “Windmill? I rember there’s a huge windmill tower next to the Garden main city-“
“That was ant to be our Elf city!”
Suddenly, the King of Ti’s aura exploded, a powerful Vibration sweeping through their hair, causing the entire Eternal City to tremble slightly!
Even though the King of Ti was emotionally charged, Freya dared to respond, “But now, not only does no one know that was your city, even the Eternal City is unknown-if not for the Inheritance of Ti appearing, no one would know that Ancient Sprites once inhabited the Ti Continent!”
Annan stared wide-eyed at Sivirin, who nodded seriously-once offline, she would storm Freya’s house and teach this Bewitcher a lesson, making her understand that it’s not always appropriate to speak up.
If they ever had the chance to go offline…
However, the King of Ti, instead of getting angry, withdrew his aura and lowered his head, dispirited. “Yes, we are… history.”
Seeing the King of Ti in such a state, Freya felt a bit embarrassed and shrank her head. “Sorry… but even though your race is extinct, the appearance of the Inheritance of Ti and the Eternal City will surely attract many modern Elves to follow your path. You may be gone, but not completely, and you can definitely rise from the ashes!”
“Freya!” Sivirin pinched the Bewitcher’s plump thigh in frustration. “Can you stop talking?”
“The great Eternal City, reduced to re embers…” the King of Ti laughed self-deprecatingly. “When I was young, our Elves and sorcerers fought a war in the windmill area, known as the Windmill Battle. Our upper-tier sorcerers suffered heavy casualties, and the Eternal City fell into decline.”
“I renad this place Windmill to remind myself of the failure of the Windmill Battle, to restore the glory of the Elves, and to cleanse the sha of the windmill!”
“But in the end,” the King of Ti looked at the three of them, “you’ve seen the outco.”
After speaking, the King of Ti fell into a long silence, and the sorcerers dared not speak. Even the most oblivious Freya realized that the decision the King of Ti was about to make could beco a crossroads in their lives.
After an indeterminate amount of ti, the King of Ti continued, “I originally intended to choose a legitimate Elf as my successor, imprinting the thought of ‘restoring Elf glory’ in their mind, so they would inherit the Eternal City and bear our Elves’ millennial mission.”
“But you…”
The King of Ti glanced at the three of them, “Not only are you not Elves, but you also spoke disrespectfully…”
Freya sat up straight, as if the King of Ti wasn’t referring to her.
“So, I have a new idea.”
The King of Ti said, “As you ntioned, we are already the embers of history, at most only capable of rising from the ashes… ha ha, rising from the ashes!”
“Embers, how can they rise again!”
“Rather than letting the Eternal City linger like a slum, allowing the glory of the Elves to be humiliated once again by those Blood Moon Stars bastards, it would be better to go out with a bang! If the Elves are extinct, what aning does the Eternal City hold?”
“I can’t lead the Eternal City to a grand prosperity, but I can ensure its glorious demise!”
“I want those who occupy the Elven city to know,” the King of Ti turned his gaze, as if looking through walls to a distant place, “If I don’t give you the Elven treasures, you can’t take them!”
“So, I’ve changed my mind.” He turned back to the female sorcerers, “The Eternal City, I won’t let you inherit it. But no one else will inherit it either, because soon the Eternal City will host a grand funeral, making the earth wail, making the Divine Sovereign rage!”
“I want you sorcerers to rember, the Eternal City may not be eternal…” the King of Ti declared proudly, “But the glory of the Elves never fades!”
What could Freya and the others say? They could only nod repeatedly.
“Of course, you won’t leave empty-handed,” the King of Ti looked at them, “I will give you the rewards you deserve…”
“Wait!” Freya suddenly interjected, “What about the Blank Concept? I just want that, I want to make a wish!”
“…You don’t need to make a wish,” the King of Ti replied, “Once I recognized you as victors, the Blank Concept already read your desires, forming the prototype of a new law.”
“How can that be!” Bewitcher was dumbfounded, “But, but everyone agreed to give the Blank Concept! What if it read soone else’s wish, what if it read mine when I was thinking about sothing else-“
“I don’t actually understand the workings of the Blank Concept,” the King of Ti admitted, “And proportionally, the Blank Concept from the Inheritance of Ti only accounts for two-tenths of the total share, even if you got it, it wouldn’t greatly affect the final outco.”
Bewitcher wilted instantly, sulking in Sivirin’s embrace. Sivirin stroked her hair and asked, “Then what do you plan to reward us with?”
“Blood Moon’s little brat, disgusting stench…” the King of Ti spoke coldly to Sivirin, “We Elves are particularly skilled at utilizing the Golden Flow Water, which involves many advanced miracles from the Water Sect. Within the Unmatched Inheritance of the Eternal City, there is a water spell inheritance, perfectly suited for soone like you.”
With that, he gestured lightly, and a glass book shimring like water flew from the bookshelf behind, landing in Sivirin’s hands.
Sivirin’s face fell, but she still replied, “Thank you.”
“As for you,” the King of Ti turned his gaze to Annan, “You possess a faint Elf bloodline, along with a certain talent for soul and ti. Although your main focus is on a unique weapon unfamiliar to , this Golden Flow Inheritance, compiled by generations of Elves, is sufficient to guide you to Ruby Mountain.”
A golden to leapt from the desk, landing in Annan’s hands. She felt its weight and nodded solemnly, “I won’t disappoint the King of Ti’s expectations.”
“And you, the impudent one…”
The King of Ti looked at Freya, “Your talents in soul and ti are diocre at best. It seems you haven’t even been a sorcerer for a year, yet sohow you managed to make it here…”
“However, your Elf blood concentration is the highest among all the adventurers.”
“What?” Annan, Sivirin, and Freya were all taken aback.
“Are you sure you’re not seeing things?” Freya asked directly, “I’m a Bewitcher!”
The King of Ti remained silent, his form gradually blurring into an elegant figure: long pointed ears, black hair resembling serpents, golden vertical pupils, and a ring of light purple fur on his arm!
Soon, he reverted to a golden phantom, but his ssage was clear: pointed ears, serpent-haired, vertical pupils, and Bewitcher traits are all characteristics of Ancient Sprites!
“Though you lack ti talent, your ntal talent is quite promising,” the King of Ti remarked, “Coincidentally, I am a Demigod specializing in the ntal Sect.”
“Wait!” Even Annan couldn’t hold back, “Aren’t you a Demigod of Ti?”
“That’s what everyone believes, but I realized early on that Demigods of Ti have a fatal flaw-over-reliance on the Golden Flow,” the King of Ti explained, “Without the Golden Flow, the power of Ti Miracles diminishes to less than one-fifth. To address this, I eventually shifted to the ntal Sect.”
“In places devoid of the Golden Flow, Ti Miracles can only consu the Golden Flow Water produced by the sorcerer, leading to weakened miracles due to scarce production. But what if I could utilize the Golden Flow Water produced by my enemies?”
“Thus, I needed to bewilder my foes, tricking their bodies into believing ti was accelerating, thereby generating copious amounts of Golden Flow Water, which would amplify my miracles… If I lack the Golden Flow, then let everyone beco my Golden Flow!”
“Upon entering the Divine Dominion, I even bewildered all things, harnessing the Golden Flow Water they produced, enabling to command the Golden Flow anywhere!”
“Mastering the thoughts of all beings allows mastery over their ti! Bewildering all things enables bewildernt of the Golden Flow!”
“When you can bewilder yourself, preventing your Spirit Body from producing Golden Flow Water, you are not far from immortality.”
The King of Ti opened a drawer in his desk, extracting a book enveloped in pink mist. He fondly stroked the cover, gently handing it over, transforming it into a cloud of mist that settled into Freya’s hands.
“This is the Bewitching Inheritance I personally compiled during my lifeti.”
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