He has talent, destiny, and time.

In every aspect, he's not the best, yet he's the one who stands out.

What use is it for Herodotus and others to be stronger than him, didn't they still die before him.

The Holy Dragon suddenly lamented, "In our era, there was not a single simple character."

In the Holy Dragon's view, the current strong ones in this wizard world, talking about heroes in the realm... Minis sees through them all, they still have some substance.

"No, you are very simple," Minis patted the Holy Dragon's shoulder.

???

The Holy Dragon looked puzzled, not immediately uttering a curse.

"I feel if you died, I wouldn't die! You say mediocrity allows you to live long, then mediocre me will only live longer than you."

The Holy Dragon immediately retorted angrily, "Hmph! When you're all dead of old age, I, the Church Holy Dragon, will recite the Bible under the tree, telling my descendants,

telling them the stories of how you died in history,

the great flood, the birth of fish, the Seven Sins, the Atabians' confession, the burning World Tree, and the Twilight of the Gods..."

Minis did not reply, still quietly gazing into the distance, overlooking the grand landscape.

He would prove with facts who truly lives the longest.

He will traverse the long river of history in the wizard world, from the beginning to the distant end.

"Prepare, we are going to meet the attendant to teach the law, we must go with our true form as a commoner, stand with the people, no need to be abrupt." Minis squinted, speaking with undeniable certainty.

After all, she's the maid of the ancient monarch, proper ceremony is necessary.

"Yes!"

The Holy Dragon shivered its plump body, suddenly whimpered, "Do you think I should lose weight?"

Minis just glanced at him, "You'd better lose some, aren't you also a Creation God, don't tell me you can't even do this."

"Of course I can." The Holy Dragon glared at him.

In this era, pairing up two by two, even neighboring Sylph and Tukashi think they're paired with this Holy Dragon, one literary one martial.

In reality, it's just dragging along a burden.

Meanwhile, it also makes him appear more mediocre.

"Hopefully, through the attendant, I will be able to meet that senior."

...

In a Wizard Tower.

A legendary mage of the nation, simply dressed, holding a staff, draped in a gray robe.

"Master, why are you dressed like this? Where's the black dragon? Why aren't you riding it?" A girl wearing black-framed magic glasses and a black magic robe put down a test tube.

"I'm going to meet the attendant of an extraordinarily ancient civilization's powerful ancient existence, who once graced this land, and now returns to teach law on this land, I will not wear flamboyant clothes, not take attendants, spending a week walking there, bestowing kindness along the way, aiding the people, and offering guidance to some young wizards' queries."

"Others bestow kindness to me, I bestow kindness to others."

The elderly wizard turned around, walking slowly step by step into the lush forest, "This is etiquette, although the other party may not care."

...

Abyss.

Tukashi and Sylph slowly opened their eyes, exchanging a conversation privately.

"Go as a commoner."

...

Wizard World, Central Royal City.

The current fourth-generation Great Emperor of the Abyss is Proeus.

In the Golden Era, each Monarch ruled for less than ten years, but he has ruled this era for more than forty years.

His aura grows increasingly strong, exuding an aura as deep as the abyss or the sea, his wizard cultivation astonishingly powerful.

He even feels that even against the ancient three major Gods, under equal conditions, he might not lose to them.

It's just a pity, born out of time.

No Giant God Shell, no Power of Life creation, he is ultimately just a mortal Human Emperor of an era.

"Truly like her."

He quietly gazed at the image of the girl, suddenly showing a trace of nostalgia.

As if reminded of that first timid, introverted, curly-haired wizard-robed petite Great Sage.

...

The wizard world's communication is extremely advanced.

It spread to every corner of the world within just a few hours.

Countless wandering minstrels in taverns sang about this latest topic, Sylvie's stories circulating in this land, she became a new living poem.

A living demigod!

The moon in the Otherworld is very round, the air is sweet, so many people exaggerated greatly, wandering minstrels were writing about this existence's greatness in the Otherworld.

Behind the attendant is the ancient fist, Nokron.

Upon hearing this news, countless wizards rushed towards it.

A week later.

On a desolate mountain, there were two simple seats, and the ground seemed covered with a layer of gray grass, densely packed with simply dressed gray-robed wizards.

"Damn! Even that one..."

Some splendidly dressed Golden Robed Wizards were startled, hurriedly changing their attire to dress like the lowest Initial-level Gray Robed Wizards.

Even no one knew that the three Creation Gods of the Abyss also hid among ordinary wizards.

"From today, I speak of the demigod path."

Young Sylvie dressed as a wandering minstrel, smiling, overlooking these wizards who came to seek truth.

No one would question her attire.

A person's strength doesn't manifest in attire, but in true essence, the intangible aura, the pressure exuded in every gesture.

"I'm a wandering minstrel, today I'll only tell a fairy tale."

She seemed truly in a tavern, with cheering patrons below,

"From long ago, an ancient tribe, everyone naturally loved cleanliness, bathed three times a day, among them a girl with cleanliness obsession had eyes, finding people around dirty, covered in grime, felt it was scary, and told the others but none believed... Later, she left the tribe, embarking on a journey of life, seeking a solution to the grime..."

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