Start in Terra, immortal

As the light faded, their view came into view of Bakal's palace, which they had visited not long ago.

Inside the palace, countless dragonkin ignored the three adventurers who had suddenly appeared, wandering mechanically through the hall like zombies.

The three quickly cleaned up the dragon people and hurried to the main hall where Bakal's throne was located.

However, when they arrived at the main hall, the throne was empty, with only a page of memory floating quietly in the center of the hall.

"With Bakal gone, can even his memories be erased?" Alice wondered inexplicably.

Xilan didn't respond, and the adventurer was also lost in his memories. Bakal's words to him before he disappeared were still vivid in his mind, but now, he couldn't even maintain a physical memory of them.

After regaining his senses, the adventurer went straight to the pages of the memory book.

A golden light shimmered, and the three saw Bakal once more on the throne. He was speaking with Mar, who had come to visit him.

"Your power will sharpen the blades even further and allow them to learn the truth at the right time."

Compared to the worlds in which the previous memories took place, Mar seemed much more relaxed here.

"You old man, you actually dared to plot against me for the sake of the blade and the dew!"

Mar couldn't detect any emotion in Bakal's voice, but since there was no explicit refusal, it meant that negotiations could continue.

"I used most of my magic to hide the dewdrops. But this only temporarily obscures their vision. To completely solve the problem, I need your help..."

"Hmph!" Bakal rose from his throne. "What makes you think I would help you?"

"Just look at that rune array in your hand that connects to the spirit world," Mar said slowly. He wasn't entirely confident in his claim; he was merely mentioning the spirit world to Bakal as Rosso had instructed.

"You...were sent by him?" Bakal gently sat back on his throne, looking at the array patterns on his hand with a deep gaze. "Very well. I can give you my power. On the condition that the blade pierces Hilder."

"I will explain Hilder's situation to the adventurer. As for how the adventurer views Hilder, that's his own business. A blade cannot be without its own will." Mar reached out and took the necklace that Bakal handed over, not making any definitive statements.

Bakal was silent for a moment, then suddenly laughed: "Haha, you're right. A blade shouldn't be a mindless puppet. I'm already looking forward to the day I meet the adventurers you speak of!"

"In any case, I will safeguard your power." Mar put away the necklace, then asked Bakal, "Would you like to name this power?"

"Since it is the legacy I left to this world, let's call it 'My Legacy'!" Bakal said casually, as if he didn't care at all about his eventual demise.

"Legacy? The power of the past that changes the future. How fitting..."

As soon as Mar finished speaking, the three of them withdrew from the memory book.

"So the power we used to build the Vahaid is 'Bakal's legacy'?" Xilan realized this. "Was this prepared for us by Mar?"

"No wonder, Bakal said we have obtained the power to carry his will, that's what he was talking about!" The adventurer also recalled what Bakal had said during the battle between the Celestial Realm and Bakal.

While the other two suddenly realized what was happening, Alice was still frowning, clearly still thinking about something.

"Mar aged because she hid the dewdrops. Mar constructed a grand magic circle, which protected the Grand Forest, and Celia is able to repair it..."

Suddenly, Alice seemed to realize something and shouted, "Celia, it's Rudy!"

Startled by her sudden shout, both the adventurer and Xilan turned around abruptly, their eyes filled with disbelief.

"What did you say? Celia? That elf girl from the Grand Forest?" Xilan exclaimed.

Unlike Xilan, the adventurer didn't make a fuss, but he also connected all his memories from when he met Celia until now.

The final conclusion was the same as Alice's—Celia was Dewdrop.

"So, what exactly is Dewdrop?" Xilan first looked at Alice, and after receiving no answer, turned to the adventurer. "Do you know?"

The adventurer shook his head: "I don't know either. I'd never heard of it before Hilder uttered the word. If 'dewdrops' are important..."

The adventurer didn't continue. Having learned his lesson in the eternally restless hell of sin, he dared not speak carelessly of those unique beings.

"Never mind, let's move on to the next volume. Perhaps these questions will be answered after reading it!"

Upon entering the third volume, the first feeling that arose in the three of them was one of familiarity.

"This familiar feeling... this is Grand Forest." Looking at the elf not far away, Alice was the first to confirm, "It's still the Grand Forest in the desert!"

Before them, yellow sand filled the sky. The sand and wind swirled together, rushing towards the three of them.

Seeing the elves, a rare sight in Arad these days, Xilan was amazed: "This place is so barren, yet elves still live here! I think I've found the reason why the elves were almost extinct."

The scene before me was completely different from the lush and vibrant Grand Forest I remembered.

The dead trees are reduced to twisted branches, like desperate arms reaching towards the gray-yellow sky. Sparse vegetation stubbornly takes root in the sand, its leaves withered and curled.

In the distance, a few simple huts made of sand and dead wood could be vaguely seen. Some thin, pale-faced elves were busy inside, their eyes filled with exhaustion and a longing for survival.

Alice continued, "That's right, the elves lived here back then, and they often ambushed those who crossed this desert."

As if their conversation had startled the elves, several of them became alert and began to approach.

Left with no other option, the three were forced to knock the elves unconscious and drive them away.

After walking a while longer, a whisper came from afar.

"Light, darkness... sacred, great... is the abyss, is chaos. It does not appear on the surface; its essence is hidden within."

"The fool cannot know it, the ordinary cannot see it, the wise can understand it, and the wisest can perceive its essence..."

"Did you hear that?" west Lan asked.

The adventurer and Alice exchanged a glance and nodded.

"I can understand each word individually, but when they're put together, I can't understand them... Can anyone explain this to me?"

The whispers kept repeating in their ears, and even Xilan, who was half-deaf due to hearing loss, couldn't stand it, let alone the adventurer and Alice.

Left with no other choice, the three had to search for the source of the whispers.

Following the sound for a while, the three finally discovered the source of the whispers: a shimmering woman was floating in the air, chanting incantations. Clearly, the whispers were coming from her.

However, after seeing the woman's face clearly, the three of them were somewhat taken aback. They recognized that face—it was Celia!