Fulilian: Dominate Aura at the beginning

Chapter 85: The Secrets of "The Sword of the Hero"
Fifty-nine years before the Xin Dynasty, the first year of the brave warriors' journey.

In the castle on the back of the Celestial Dragon's spine—

The gaze from the future, seeking to pry into the elderly father's lonely life, was slapped away.

"Reckless and audacious."

This was the assessment given by Agushid under the watchful gaze of the Southern Hero.

He calmly withdrew his outstretched hand.

With a low hum, the useless Aura was once again sent back to his cell.

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"teacher……"

"What do you, in the future, plan to do with Frillie?"

Watching the comedian Awula roll away in grief and indignation.

The Southern Hero, who was watching with amusement, turned his gaze and asked Agushid with great interest.

Even without asking, the Hero of the South could guess the answer to this question—

It's nothing more than bamboo shoots stir-fried with meat.

But despite having expected it, he still wanted to hear the answer from Agushid himself.

"Asking knowingly."

Agushid rose to his feet, his gaze cold.

He didn't bother to answer the pointless question; he simply walked outside on his own.

According to his usual habits, this should be his daily walk time.

It was all because of that foolish disciple's ever-present riddle—

This unusual delay allowed Agushid to spend a little time on the matter.

Looking at the merciless back view left by his master.

The Hero of the South shook his head, then silently got up and followed.

The environment on the back of the Heavenly Vein Dragon is very diverse.

In addition, there were the buildings and paths that Agushid and Vlamed had painstakingly developed.

In terms of scenery alone, this place is comparable to the fantastical things in fairy tales.

Walking on the bluestone path that I laid out when I was a child.

The Hero of the South stroked his chin, and with considerable interest struck up a conversation with his aloof teacher:
"Speaking of which..."

"Following the route you chose, teacher—"

"After meeting Frilian, it seems we'll be passing through the 'Land of Swords' anyway."

"Hometown of Swords"

The familiar name caused Agushid to pause almost imperceptibly.

But in just a moment, his steps returned to normal.

"what happened?"

Agushid's voice remained calm.

He didn't stop, but instead asked his disciple a question without turning his head as he slowly walked forward.

"Don't tell me that you still have any unwarranted expectations of that [Sword of the Hero] even now."

"You can see the future with your vision, right—"

Neither you nor any of the future heroes will be able to pull out that sword.

Unable to draw the Hero's Sword...

Not only himself, but also his descendant named Simmel could not do it.

This was something the Southern Hero knew from the very beginning.

"I just still have some curiosity about that sword..."

The Hero of the South deliberately dragged out his tone.

This was to prove to the teacher that he was merely curious about the sword.

"teacher……"

"You personally experienced the goddess descending upon the earth and bestowing the 'holy scripture' 1,500 years ago, didn't you?"

goddess……

Holy Scripture —

These two familiar terms still didn't stop Agushid from moving forward.

He maintained his steady pace, stepping firmly on the bluestone path.

"what do you want to say?"

Agushid said softly.

"Was that [Hero's Sword] truly a gift from the Goddess?"

The Hero of the South asked directly.

Even though he possesses 'future vision'—

But even his understanding of the goddess who created the world was quite limited. He needed to find answers to many of her secrets from the long-lived Agushid.

"should be."

"At least that's the case as far as I know."

This somewhat vague answer was something the Southern Hero hadn't anticipated.

"Regarding this question... are you sure?"

The hero of the South raised his head and quietly gazed at his master's indifferent expression.

Agushid casually picked a flower petal from the roadside and gently stroked it.

"No."

This is how he answered his foolish disciple.

Agushid continued explaining with a calm gaze:

"Because I heard many things about the goddess from the Demon King."

"Even though he actually saw the goddess in person, his answer to me should be correct."

"But I never actually saw that goddess in person."

"Therefore, I cannot be sure, and thus can only give you an ambiguous answer."

The answer came from the Demon King?
The Southern Hero did not dwell too much on Agusid's ambiguity.

After a moment's thought, he asked the next question:
"Then, teacher..."

"The Sword of the Hero kept in the 'Land of Swords' is truly just as the legend says—"

Is it only when the world faces a massive crisis that threatens destruction that it can be pulled out?

As Agushid looked back, he stopped in his tracks.

"I can give you a definite answer to this question—"

I recall that unforgettable scene from over a thousand years ago...

Agushid shook his head and gave a brief reply to the Southern Warrior.

"That legend must be false."

"May I ask what you mean by 'fake'?"

"It means exactly what it says. That's not why the sword couldn't be drawn."

Agushid released the petals, and as they drifted away, he calmly narrated his story.

"Because in my memory, the world has never experienced a crisis that has led to its destruction."

"And that [Hero's Sword] was once held in someone's hands under such circumstances."

A certain person—

This answer surprised even the owners of 'Future Vision'.

"I really heard something incredible..."

The Southern Warrior lowered his head, unable to suppress his amazement at the secrets his master possessed.

"【The Sword of the Hero】has had a master... This is the first time I've ever heard of such a thing."

"Future vision" is not omniscient or omnipotent.

At least regarding many things from the past, the Southern Warrior knew far less than Agushid.

Therefore, Agushid's reaction was not surprising.

Why have you never proactively explained this kind of thing to me?

"You never asked before."

— Faced with the teacher's almost shameless attempt to shift the blame, Nan Zhiyong shrugged helplessly.

There was no time to waste on pointless arguments.

He glanced at his right hand, which he had failed to draw the [Hero's Sword] in numerous attempts.

The hero from the South asked the most crucial question.

"But since a world-destroying crisis is not a prerequisite for drawing the [Hero's Sword]..."

"Then, teacher—"

Why has the Sword of the Hero never been drawn in all these years?

"Isn't the Thousand-Year War between Humans and Demons already the greatest catastrophe in known history?"

In fact, at this very moment, I'm considering all the possibilities I see in my "future vision".

The Hero of the South already had a rough guess in his mind.

But he did not leave to confirm; instead, he waited quietly for Agushid's reply.

He didn't have to wait long.

As he murmured, Agushid softly uttered the answer that matched his inner guess.

"The Sword of the Hero cannot be drawn—"

"That's because its previous owner is still alive today."

(End of this chapter)