Only nine years in power, this night he fell gravely ill and passed away with laughter.

"I saw it! I saw it! He's right there!"

The Emperor is dead, this news shook all the wizards in the Wizard Academy, even the professors researching truth in the high towers.

Many people couldn't believe this event.

"Impossible..."

"Svallo, he only governed the Wizard World for nine years!"

"Lifeline was just beginning, he was touring the world not long ago, passing by my Wizard Tower for exchange, we went together to see the transformed Demon Beast in the basement cage, he was full of vigor, how could he suddenly die?"

"Impossible! Where did this rumor come from?"

Everyone thought this was destined to be a millennium century, the legend of an era, rising gradually.

But soon, when they confirmed the news through the Crystal Ball and issued announcements, some wizards had to believe it.

Many people sighed.

"It should be the flaw of that Ancestral Demon Core, but he was holding on all along."

"Svallo pursued strength all his life, he's a proud person! Yet he was defeated by Proeus, so he came up with this method, even if short-lived, just to surpass him."

"In this world, no one claims to be immortal, only truth is eternal, I don't think anything was wrong."

"I can understand him, a lifespan of a thousand years is less than a brilliant era, ruling for ten years, using the power of the world, to fulfill his dreams, establishing a great era."

"History will remember his era, laying the foundation for the Legendary Tier, this great wizard will forever be inscribed in the annals of history."

This generation's Abyss Emperor Svallo, was from the Holy Hall clan, of noble birth, and the strongest genius of his family in this era.

In nine years of reign, he instantaneously subdued the entire era from being a frontline strongman, led the whole world moving the dynasty, improved various wizard theories, and created numerous classics.

And his greatest achievement was exploring the next realm at the end of his life: the prototype of Half-Step Legend.

A fleeting soul out-of-body, peeking into Chaos.

He spied the coordinates in Chaos, the path to Ascension, opening the threshold for future generations!

Even in future times, many people would visit taverns and enthusiastically narrate the epic story of this king's first defeat to Proeus and his second triumphant ascent.

"Worthy of being my descendant."

On the Crystal Wall, an ancient deity, leaning on the Crystal Holy Sword, opened his eyes within the coffin.

This young man from the Holy Hall clan he has watched all along, proud, obsessive, pursuing his own dreams, living a life of constant toil.

"Opened the Half-Step Legend for this era."

"I should also celebrate for you, bid farewell."

Crack!

The coffin suddenly extended a crack.

The ancient Crystal Holy Sword flashed with a cold light, instantly slicing through the first layer of the three-layered Crystal Wall.

A massive straight cut penetrated the viscous flesh within the Crystal Wall, releasing a flood of transparent and energy-rich liquid, cascading down the sky like a giant waterfall, soaking through the entire Abyss.

Crack.

The coffin resealed.

Tukashi slowly closed his eyes.

"The world mourns."

"The wizards on earth bid farewell."

"The academies raised white cloths."

"Students prayed for three days, and the current sacred rain from the heavens, nurturing all life, serves as a farewell for you."

...

Abyss Calendar Year twenty-five.

Svallo was buried, countless Bone Dragons soared over the Imperial City.

Tens of thousands of wizards from all over the world gathered.

On this day, they shed their symbolic gray robes, silver robes, and gold robes, unanimously donned solemn black robes to pay their respects.

In the face of death, the strong and the weak are equal.

Imperial Mausoleum, before a stretch of forest.

The sunlight over the Abyss lost its color, and the wind held its breath.

One by one, Magic Carriages halted at the mountain's base, and wizards clad in black robes with canes walked forth, some female wizards even wore veils, covering their silent faces.

The procession of ascent was unending, yet enveloped in a silent clamor.

Everything had long been prepared.

This is a funeral that captures the attention of the entire wizard world, destined to be grand and dignified.

Old Man Koben, dressed in a black robe, quietly gazed into the distance, "Funerals are prepared for the living; they need a place to vent their sorrow."

Old Man Nunes smiled wryly,

"Yes, yes... These wizards, even a full nine years is not brief. Svallo was so diligent, rarely residing in the palace, spent his life in constant travel, inspecting the world and interacting with cities and wizards."

"His footprints covered every piece of land; every famous professor and scholar engaged in discussions with him."

"Now, the wizards of this era are sorrowful not only for the idealistic friend with whom they had delightful conversations, but for the unexpected death of a great monarch destined to lead a millennium of wizard centuries. They equally grieve over the fleetingness of life, which casts a gray mist over their dreams."

Svallo's sorrow is also the sorrow of all beings.

They are not only mourning Svallo but also mourning their own sadness.

This funeral signifies much more than a single person's passing.

"These days are truly unbearable..."

Koben looked up at the crystal wall in the sky, where the sunlight fell, yet it imparted a twilight feeling.

He remembered the scene from years ago when the three old men joyfully sat on a ship, excitedly shouting, gazing at the magnificent and fantastical world, filled with anticipation for the Wizard Academy.

Yet, time had flown by, and nearly thirty years had passed.

The established trade guild had fallen, the world was destroyed, the Twilight of the Gods occurred, Wadon died, Sylph Dean became the afterglow of Creator Gods. What's left for himself?

Holding the substantial equity of the world's strongest Tear of Freedom trade guild?

Holding high positions, wealth, and prosperity?

These are experiences they could similarly feel from the outside. For these two old men, it's merely creeping through life, quietly watching the changes of the times.

They have neither talent nor power and can do nothing.

Suddenly, Koben recalled the academy's rules:

[2. As you step in here, your friends, family, and lovers will age with the years. Never try to help them casually unless you wish to return to the ordinary. Family will disappear with time, your loves and hatreds will fade, only the truth remains eternal.]

"All fades with time; only truth remains eternal."

They looked up to the sky.

Suddenly, they saw rain suddenly pouring down.

The black-robed wizards on the mountain were momentarily stunned, then deployed witchcraft, growing wooden umbrellas from their hands, and quietly continued holding the funeral in the downpour.

Amidst the curtain of rain, the wizards on the mountain stood straight, and the mourners continued to arrive.

...

"Don't say I tricked you."

Li Qing glanced at this modern Great Emperor who had lived for only nine years.

Indeed, quite strong.

Truly strong in the real sense.

Wadon was ultimately an impostor, bringing loads of theoretical knowledge and background but was not adept at research himself.

This one was the true sage of the era, completely digesting the vast amount of theoretical knowledge brought within nine years.

He thoroughly consolidated all the foundations of the wizard world.

Although he tempted him to dig up Wadon, that internet-addicted old man's grave, embarking on this fleeting path, it was his choice.

Rather than being a failure, a mundane life, a coward for life; better to be a hero for a moment, defeating a lifelong opponent.

Li Qing glanced at the passage in the lounge.

In the chaos within the mist, near the entrance of the metal pipe passage, there is a transparent tombstone of crystal ball structure that Li Qing intentionally left, with a line of words:

[Svallo set foot here, leaving this mark! Regret not entering! For future generations to pave the way! Truth! Truth! Truth....]

The words grew more blurred, scribbled.

"You've also left your last words here; history will remember you."

Li Qing spoke calmly, "You've done very well... You are not the defeated one against Proeus back then, but a victor of the era."

He could offer little.

Yet this hero monument placed here allows them to leave behind traces of historical advancement.

For these kings of the era pursuing the pure wizarding greatness, the abundance of wealth, beauty, and power is for naught. Their pursuit is merely to leave a name in history provided before them.

Even though this is trivial to himself,

it's enough for the era heroes in the sand table to charge like moths to the flame, sacrificing their lives.

"Generation upon generation of the heroic champions attempt to break the world, leaving words and monuments on the world passage.... This setting is indeed compelling, enough to inspire them."

This is the recurring rule he established.

Li Qing sat in the bookstore, continuing to read, with a relaxed demeanor: "Keep charging forward, lingering at the foot of the mountain, gazing up at the peak, because the mountain... is right there."

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