Wizard: Start with Biological Transformation to Grind Experience Chapter 430 - 31: Shining Bright

Lynch was sprinting toward the seventh Mystical Circuit in the Cultivation Room when he suddenly received a ssage from Alya.

Is sothing wrong?

Alya rarely contacted him proactively, and generally, if she did, it was certainly for sothing particularly important.

So Lynch imdiately interrupted his cultivation and arrived at the Church through the Space Node.

However, when he arrived and heard Alya’s report, Lynch was taken aback.

Light Church, hall.

"Resurrection?"

Lynch asked in confusion, "You want to resurrect a human for you?"

Alya nodded, "Yes, not long ago one of my Light Knights passed away, and I hope you can help bring him back to life."

On the bench beside Alya lay an old man, eyes slightly closed, his expression peaceful.

Lynch’s gaze fell upon the old man, "Is this the person you want to save?"

Alya nodded, "Yes."

Lynch shook his head, "Sorry, I can’t do that."

His so-called Resurrection Technique was based in the special closed environnt of the Underground City, where the soul wouldn’t be damaged. It only required repairing the body and rging the soul back to complete the resurrection.

But for the old man lying on the bench, Lynch could instantly see with the Death God’s Vision that his Life Force was already depleted, and his soul had been taken by the will of the Rules.

This kind of...

Even if he were just a Mystical Wizard, not even a Fifth Rank Truth Wizard could do it.

Lynch said, "He’s dead, the soul has returned to the will of the Rules. You, who study Life Magic, should know what this ans. Not just , even any wizard wouldn’t be able to achieve this."

Lynch looked curiously at Alya in front of him, as the most powerful among his current apprentices, she should not have been unaware of such fundantal things.

However, after a mont of silence, Alya still asked, "Isn’t there any other way?"

Lynch shook his head, "No."

Alya’s expression couldn’t help but show so disappointnt for a mont, "I see..."

Lynch was surprised.

He had known Alya for several decades now, and from his observations over these decades, she had always treated everything with an indifferent expression. Such a disappointed expression was sothing Lynch had never seen on her face before.

After a brief silence, Alya suddenly asked, "Teacher, where do people go after death?"

Lynch said, "I don’t know. According to current theories, it might be going to the legendary Abyss, Hell, or Heaven, those planes."

Alya continued to ask, "Then how can one go to those places?"

Lynch was silent for a mont.

He opened his mouth and asked, "I thought you never cared."

Alya pondered for a mont and said, "Maybe it’s just a bit unfamiliar to ."

Lynch said, "Then get used to it as soon as possible."

His gaze swept over the corpse lying on the bench, "We are wizards. Our life cycle is destined to be much longer than mortals’. The short lifespan of a few decades of mortals is rely a segnt in front of us."

"In our lives, we are destined to experience countless separations of life and death. The people and things we are familiar with are destined to leave us one by one."

"In this journey towards eternity, the people or things we encounter along the way are rely segnts and travelers of our journey. They can’t accompany us for a long ti. We must get used to accepting all this."

"The pursuit of the eternal path is destined to be lonely."

These are fundantal things; any Transcendent should have long been aware of this. Soone like Alya, who never shows emotions towards anything, ought to have no emotional fluctuations at all.

Did sothing happen that he was unaware of?

Alya said, "Okay... I... understand..."

...

Day by day passed.

Alya’s emotions did not return to tranquility with the passage of ti.

In Hasrant’s decades-long life, he had been guarding her closely.

Those once inconspicuous monts never attracted her attention throughout those decades.

Yet, after Hasrant left, those quiet monts appeared in her mind like fras of ti-lapse images.

There was the first eting with that young man.

"Saintess, I am the Light... Light Knight Hasrant; from now on, it will be my duty to guard you..."

Awkward and nervous, as if seeing the idol of his heart.

During her teachings in the square, confronting the rush of fervent believers, he stably stood at the forefront, preventing anyone from approaching her.

Under the blazing sun, when she was treating the people outside, even as he perspired heavily, he never left her side.

Ti flew by, and the young lad of the past turned gray at the temples, growing a beard at the corners of his mouth. The boy from before also stepped into middle age.

In the lively seasons lit by ten thousand families, everyone was at ho with their children and relatives, while in the spacious Light Hall, she was alone praying to the Light God, and he remained steadfast by her side.

"Aren’t you going to visit your family? You don’t have to be on duty today," Alya had asked him like this.

The middle-aged man calmly smiled and said, "You are my family, and the Church is my ho."

Youth, young adult, middle-aged, elderly.

Black hair, white hair, from immature and tender to skin dry and wrinkled.

Through decades, he always stood quietly behind her, silently guarding her.

These were scenes she had never noticed before, yet after Hasrant left, they continuously replayed like slides in Alya’s mind.

Thus, one day passed after another.

Until one particular morning, a long while later, when Alya awoke, she suddenly realized.

"Did I care about that human so much?"

An indescribable emotion surged from her heart, a feeling she had never experienced in her decades-long life before.

Under the influence of this emotion, the corners of Alya’s mouth inexplicably began to tremble slightly and slowly drew up into a slight arc.

A smile appeared on her face.

She, who had never shown any expression, surprisingly showed a smile.

"I..."

"I seem to have liked him a bit..."

Scenes from the past flashed through her mind once again, and Alya finally uncovered the significant secret hidden within her heart.

And then...

"Drip! Drip!"

The crisp sound of droplets echoed, as sunlight stread through the cross window and fell upon Alya’s face, where it was clearly visible — crystal-clear tears rolling down her cheeks.

In the sunlight, they glistened bright and clear.