In the darkness, only the shadow remains;

No one is spared......

"My eldest son, the honor and ...... of the Sam Anrui family Shame, why did you return? ”

Looking at his father's grim face as in his memory, Bikz no longer felt as afraid as before.

Underneath the evil power that had been suppressed to the limit was Bikz's pupils that glowed with a certain kind of green light.

He gazed at his father, and he noticed the gift of time to his father:

This man, who rules and leads the Sam Anrui family with absolute will, also seems to be starting to grow old.

The passage of time will not be stagnant because of his former greatness.

Little by little, it passed, with an absolute, icy justice that overrode all things.

Good or evil, small or great, all lose their due color in front of it.

But for the small life, everything that is ignored by time is the composition of its whole life.

It exudes colorful colors and precipitates many spicy and sour tastes.

"In order to find and ...... Testimonial ......"

Bikz looked at his father and said after a pause.

There was no one else in the study, and the carpet made of precious wool made the room feel unusually warm.

The fiefdom where the Sam Anrui family is located is not a very rich area.

In fact, a few centuries ago, the specialty here was goblin-like bandits.

As for the rest of the story, it is as recorded in the genealogical history of the Sam Anrui family:

It was a story of bloodshed, rise, conquest and struggle.

"Witness?"

Bikz's father, Sir Denarau, uttered a somewhat contemptuous nasal voice.

"Witness your weakness?"

Despite entering the twilight of his life, as a legendary warrior, Sir Denaror still has the fierce temper of the pinnacle of his life.

He looked at Bikz with a certain sense of oppression, just as he had done back then.

"In the Eagle Moon of Dansa 319, the trade winds have brought a message from my eldest son—a message that has brought shame to the Sam Anrui family, that you have betrayed the Tower of the White Lizard."

Sir Denarau's voice was full of anger, and the sudden rise in pitch made the objects in the room tremble slightly!

"Honestly, I don't care about your betrayal of a mage tower!"

"But you have broken the oath you once made before me—you have betrayed who you once were!"

Sir Denarow grabbed Bikzi, who now looked more like an angry old father.

Not a ruler, or a well-mannered knight.

Of course, Sir Denarau's name was not derived by the observance of etiquette.

In this land, power is the ultimate dominant.

"I'm surprised you haven't been consumed by that damn evil power, and it looks like you've picked up a little life."

"But you shouldn't have come back!"

"And in this weak way!"

"You're telling me: can't you hold on? You're going to be a disgrace to the Sam Anrui family, a soft egg devoured by evil powers?! ”

Sir Denarow's voice thundered through the Sam Anre family's castle, but it was not surprising.

After all, it was Sir Denarrow......

"No, my father, evil has not eaten away at me—there is enough fear on top of this to suppress it."

"But I feel that my memory is constantly eroding, and I have lost a lot of ......"

Bikz looked at the furnishings in the study, which should have been filled with strong emotions and memories.

But now, he just felt a cold indifference:

He still retains the feedback on the stimuli of things, but the object of that feedback has been gradually distorted by the evil energy.

Harnessing evil power is never so easy.

"Then forget about them, I'd rather you die than see you fall."

Sir Denaror stared at Bikz and said......

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The material realm

Above the clouds, Yi Qiu stared at the world below.

As night approached, darkness gradually buried everything.

But the light of civilization has cut through the lonely darkness.

People were noisy and presumptuous in the bright lights, and occasionally a few excited roars pierced the silent night sky.

But as the distance grew, it all seemed to be shrouded in some kind of fog.

It seems to be close, but there seems to be some kind of chasm that cannot be bridged.

The joys and sorrows of mortal things flowed through Yi Qiu's heart, like a slight sea breeze that brought the slightest wrinkles on the surface of the sea.

Then it returns to eternal peace......

Yi Qiu turned his gaze away from the civilization of mortal things, which was already an unusually distant past for him.

He couldn't go back to that hustle and bustle, and he couldn't feel the throbbing anymore.

The emotions of mortal things still flowed in his will, but they belonged to the warrior monk Yi Qiu, but not the mortal Yi Qiu.

Under the washing of endless time, the ignorance of those deer and the throbbing of their hearts gradually disappeared into the smoke clouds.

He can still feel the joy and sorrow, but it will no longer be the joy and sorrow of mortal things.

It's not a pity, it's just an option in front of eternity.

It's neither cold nor heartless, it's just there......

And at this time, Yi Qiu felt some kind of pull in the sea of consciousness.

In an instant, a pale golden divine light flickered in his eyes.

He knew what was happening: the god of the crescent moon had sent him something.

It's not about the battle of the gods, it's an artifact that bears the authority of a true god!

Although it does not allow the user to directly gain access to the power of the true god.

But the power of the authority attached to it can still possess the unfathomable power of the gods.

"Wishing Orb of the God of Miracles (Powerful Divine Power)"

Yi Qiu sensed the message from the Crescent Moon God, and he was thinking about the relevant information about this artifact.

In fact, for artifacts, Yi Qiu didn't have too strong a demand.

After all, artifacts generally have very strict usage restrictions.

And for Yi Qiu, the artifact used for weapons didn't have much value for him.

He wasn't going to train on any other weapons, and the relief was enough for him to use.

And there is always some kind of close connection between artifacts and gods.

They are often given some kind of special mission by the gods, which makes Yi Qiu not very interested,

Therefore, Yi Qiu has rarely been involved in the competition for artifacts.

He had encountered artifact-related planes, but he had not joined them.

But this wishing bead of the god of miracles is a rather rare artifact.

According to the message given by the god of the crescent moon, it is the product of the death of a true god.

It has no other effects, but a very simple ability:

A chance to make a wish.

A wish-making opportunity that can only be used once every ten epochs with the authority of powerful divine powers.

After using it, it will disappear automatically.

It won't reappear until ten epochs later.

And according to the information provided by the Crescent Moon God, not long ago, this orb seemed to appear in this plane system.

Yi Qiu narrowed his eyes slightly, he seemed to feel some kind of long-lost throbbing—it was some kind of revelation of extraordinary luck and perception......