Hello, is this a letter addressed to Demon Fortress?

However, Morgan's first words proved Lin Gui's guess wrong.

"I won't go with you."

His voice wasn't loud, but in this desolate wasteland, every word was crystal clear.

"Mr. Merlin."

The great sage opened his eyes.

Those eyes looked old; the eyelids were loose, and the whites of the eyes were cloudy.

But deep within his pupils gleamed a light that sent chills down one's spine.

Like two embers buried deep in the ashes, seemingly dim, yet possessing a scorching heat.

He didn't speak.

He simply opened his eyes.

Then, an overwhelming sense of intimidation descended without warning.

It didn't erupt from a single point, but rather it was like the air itself suddenly becoming heavy, like the weight of the entire wasteland being condensed into a single moment, pressing down on everyone.

Lin Gui's knees buckled suddenly, and he fell to his knees.

He felt as if a mountain was pressing down on his back, his chest felt tight, and his breathing became shallow and rapid.

My vision began to blur, and I heard a buzzing sound in my ears.

The oppressive aura wasn't directed at him; it was simply the old man's natural presence.

The aftershocks alone nearly caused him to lose control of his body.

Elvia is in a better situation than him.

Her extraordinary rank allowed her to last a few more breaths than Lin Gui.

But her hands were still trembling, and she could not hold the hilt of the sword. The slender sword slipped from her fingers with a clear sound and stuck into the soil.

A commotion arose from the depths of the distant wilderness.

The howls of low-ranking demons rang out from all directions, but they weren't coming from this direction; they were fleeing.

Hordes of demons poured out of their lair and ran wildly away from the clearing, as if they had been terrified by something.

Aldrick stood up.

He stepped forward, blocking Lin Gui and Elvia's path.

His tall figure acted like a wall, blocking out most of the oppressive aura.

Lin Gui's breathing finally became a little smoother, but the temporary suppression made his body feel as if all his strength had been drained.

Large drops of sweat slid down his face.

The great sage's gaze never left Morgan.

"You're courting death."

His voice was flat, as if he were stating a fact that didn't need to be discussed.

"He can't stop me."

His gaze swept over Aldrick before returning to Morgan's face.

"I can capture you at any time and turn your people into soulless experimental puppets."

"That includes you."

Morgan raised his head, his blood-red eyes staring directly into those transparent eyes.

He spoke, his voice not loud, but every word was as steady as if it were nailed into stone.

"If you lay a hand on me, you are laying a hand on the members of the Undying Sun."

"Take action against the deputy chief of the transport association."

"Take action against the speaker, who has ten votes."

He paused for a moment, his bloodshot eyes remaining fixed on the scene.

"Teacher, the Thousand Towers will be destroyed because of your actions."

The sage's lips twitched slightly, a very faint curve that could hardly be called a smile.

It was more like the corner of his mouth twitching naturally when he heard something insignificant.

"I don't care about the death of Qianta."

"All the mages in the Thousand Towers know my madness, my irrationality."

"So they desperately tried to please me, fearing that my madness would destroy the entire Thousand Towers."

"Using that boring city to threaten me?"

"ridiculous."

Morgan did not back down.

He continued to look directly into the eyes of the great sage.

No, you care.

"Because only the location of the Thousand Towers, only the Tower of the Sky, can provide the resources for you to achieve that goal."

"If the Thousand Towers are destroyed, will you personally go and gather the necessary materials?"

"teacher."

The air fell silent for a moment.

The great sage narrowed his eyes, a dangerous glint flashing in his light-colored pupils.

The light was faint, yet it made Aldrick, who was standing opposite him, tense up slightly.

The sight made the hairs on the backs of the distant Lin Gui and Elvia stand on end.

Are you threatening me?

His voice was a little softer, but it sent chills down your spine even more than before.

That calm, with a hint of distortion, was like a blade slowly sliding across a string about to snap.

"No, I'm trying to help you."

"I know what you want, and you know what I want."

"..."

Morgan's voice remained steady, his blood-red eyes unwavering, his gaze resolute.

"Cancel the hunt for half-demons."

"Release the half-demon girl you captured in Deadwood Town."

"I will follow you and wholeheartedly assist you in completing the condensation of demonic energy."

"The research value of a half-demon warrior on demonic energy is far less than that of a legendary half-demon mage."

"Teacher, you should know this better than anyone else."

"None of the countless half-demon materials are as important as me."

"I am the key that unlocks the door to that power for you."

"As long as you agree to my conditions."

The great sage's gaze fell on Morgan's face, his light-colored eyes like two cold pools, reflecting Morgan's figure.

He didn't speak.

"certainly......"

Morgan's voice became even softer.

"You can kill me here too."

"Let your research come to an abrupt end."

The wasteland remained quiet for a long time.

The silence that weighed on everyone's hearts continued.

Everyone was waiting for Merlin's answer.

Then, that inexplicable oppression disappeared.

Like the receding tide, it vanished completely in an instant.

The sage's lips slowly curled into a smile.

"That weakling back then—"

His voice carried a hint of indescribable emotion.

"To think that one day, someone could stand up and talk to me, and defy me."

"You've changed a lot in the year since you left me, Adrian."

Morgan did not avoid his gaze.

"You changed me with the blood of my compatriots, Professor Merlin."

He paused, lowering his voice even further, so low that only he could hear it.

And he, with your blood, rebuilt me.

The great sage looked at him, his smile not fading, but the light in his eyes deepened.

"Can."

I promise you everything.

"but......"

"I'm only giving you three years."

He paused for a moment, then his smile slowly widened, revealing a curve that sent chills down everyone's spine.

"If I don't see a breakthrough in your experimental section within three years..."

He didn't finish speaking.

But that laughter, that chilling murderous intent, said it all.

Morgan closed his eyes and breathed a sigh of relief.

"I will do it..."

He then turned around and walked up to Lin Gui.

Lin Gui, who was kneeling on the ground, did not raise his head.

His face was pale, the sweat on his forehead was not yet dry, and his breathing was still a little rapid.

He was still not recovered from the fleeting oppressive aura he had just experienced.

Morgan knelt down in front of him and put her right hand on his shoulder.

That hand carried a heavy warmth, its knuckles exerting a slight pressure, as if conveying something.

He didn't say much.

"Take good care of my people for me."

Then he stood up and walked to the Great Sage.

The great sage raised his hand, his fingertips tracing the air.

A pitch-black crack opened up in front of him.

The edges are distorted, and the interior is a bottomless darkness.

Morgan did not turn back.

He stepped inside.

The great sage followed him for two steps, then stopped.

He seemed to have thought of something he had overlooked.

He stood at the edge of the crack, his cloudy eyes turning slightly.

His gaze then fell on Lin Gui.

There was something indescribable churning in those eyes.

It's like examining an interesting little gadget that you've discovered by chance.

This sudden action made everyone present hold their breath.

Aldrick reacted faster than anyone else.

His body sank slightly, and his inner energy surged within him, like a startled beast, blocking Lin Gui's path.

An equally formidable aura erupted instantly.

At the same time, in the far distance, a sharp, overwhelming killing intent locked onto the back of the Great Sage's neck.

The killing intent was at least ten kilometers away, but it was as precise as a needle, piercing all the vital points of the Great Sage.

In the far distance, on the hills, trees were being felled one after another.

At the center, terrifying shockwaves were constantly erupting.

Turan gripped his longbow, the bowstring taut, the arrowhead locked firmly on the Great Sage ten kilometers away.

His eyes, like those of a falcon, were fixed on the other party's every move.

The naked killing intent carried such a powerful warning that it was truly intimidating.

But the great sage did not care at all.

The curve of his lips widened, carrying a manic, unsettling smile.

"Don't rush."

His gaze fell on Lin Gui.

It fell on his body, it fell into his eyes.

"It's just that it arouses a love for talent."

He paused for a moment.

"If you encounter a bottleneck in your cultivation, you are welcome to come to the Azure Sky to find me."

"I can give you anything you want, including... the power you have when you pull out the scroll."

Then he turned around and stepped into the crack.

The crack closed, leaving only a fading, dark silver streak in the air.

The moment the Great Sage disappeared.

Audrey's oppressive aura seemed to have been removed, and he relaxed completely.

Akara's pinnacle, an epic ascension.

Even Aldrick, a veteran of countless battles, felt immense pressure.

Even with class advantage and Turan's presence, if a real fight breaks out, Aldrick is not confident of winning.

He let out a long breath, turned around, and looked at Lin Gui, who was still kneeling on the ground.

He sighed and recounted the events to Lin Gui.

Three days ago.

His voice was hoarse with a tired quality.

"The people of the Thousand Towers report that the Great Sage has left the Tower of the Azure Sky."

The Great Sage's movements have always been monitored by many people and forces, including the Transport Guild.

So when he left, the news was relayed to all the higher-ups through the magic tower.

However, Audrick did not expect that the other party would come to Bronze Gate City.

"A few days ago, after the medal awarding ceremony..."

He paused for a moment, his gaze falling on the spot where the dark silver light had disappeared.

"Your half-demon companions then came to me."

"Let me use the power of the guild to back him up."

He said it was the best way, and the best outcome for everyone.

"Regarding the transport association."

"Regarding the Thousand Towers."

"As for his compatriots..."

He paused for a moment.

"And...for you."

Lin Gui remained kneeling on the ground, his face deathly pale.

A figure emerged silently from the jungle.

Turan held a semi-divine artifact longbow in his right hand, its entire body a dark gold color, the bowstring still vibrating slightly.

He walked over to Aldrick, glanced at Lin Gui, and said nothing.

Aldrick patted Lin Ghost on the shoulder.

"The feud between the half-demon and the Thousand Towers ends here."

"Take a good rest."

"Don't forget to return to Dawn City to resume your duties four months later."

"Accept the true test from the blazing sun transport team."

"Both the Chief of Staff and I have high expectations for your performance. Don't let down the name of immortality."

After saying that, he turned around and led Turan into the depths of the wasteland.

The footsteps grew fainter and fainter until they disappeared completely.

As they left.

The wasteland fell silent once more.

Elvia picked up the longsword from the ground and, still shaken, dusted off the armor.

She walked over to Lin Gui, squatted down, and looked at him.

Are you alright?

Lin Gui did not answer.

He knelt down, head bowed, staring at the ground, and remained silent for a long time.

Then he raised his hand and touched the lining of his robe.

My fingertip touched a hard object.

A folded letter and a dark red amber slid out from inside his robe and landed in his palm.

Just now, when Morgan patted him on the shoulder and said goodbye, the other person secretly slipped it to him.

In the instant that the things were covered by the dark veil, they were hidden inside his robe.

The veil of darkness could not shield the senses of epic beings, but these inanimate objects would go unnoticed by anyone.

Lin Gui looked down at the thing in his palm.

Lin Gui did not open the letter immediately.

He first looked down at the blood amber in his palm.

It is dark red, about the size of a thumb, with a smooth surface and a very faint, almost invisible sheen flowing inside.

The Eye of the Netherworld activates silently.

Gray spread from the depths of the pupil, covering the black iris.

In his field of vision, a very distinct thin line of soul extended out from the inside of that blood amber.

It stretches northward across the wilderness, across the hills, and across the distant horizon.

The thin line resembled the thread of his love affair with Elvia.

The color, the thickness, the texture that is so intimately connected to the soul—they are almost identical.

That was Morgan's life's work.

It is a mark on the soul that can only be erased by death.

He sealed his life's work into this blood amber, so that Lin Gui could forever track his location.

Wherever he goes, wherever the Great Sage takes him, this thread will never break.

Lin Gui's fingers clenched the blood amber tightly, his knuckles turning white.

Then, as if all his strength had been drained, he slumped to the ground, his back against the earth, looking up at the sky.

The gray-white clouds moved slowly, and the afternoon sun peeked through the gaps in the clouds, falling on his pale face.

He opened the letter.

The paper made a soft rustling sound when it was unfolded, and its edges were wrinkled, as if it had been folded repeatedly.

The handwriting is neat and the strokes are steady; every character is written clearly.

Elvia slumped down beside him, her shoulder resting on his, her long golden hair cascading down his arm.

She turned her head and looked at the letter with him.

After reading it, Elvia and Lin Gui fell silent.

In the desolate wasteland, after the great sage obtained information about the power of space.

Lin Gui and Elvia had always worried that the person would cross the natural barrier of the borderlands and descend directly upon their future base camp.

They didn't elaborate on the immense crisis brought about by the black scroll to the other half-demons.

Morgan seemed to have understood Lin Gui and Elvia's concerns from the very beginning.

Therefore, I intend to serve as a warning bell.

Locate the location of the Great Sage for Lin Gui and Elvia.

As long as Blood Amber remains, as long as he is not dead, that thin thread of soul will always exist.

And if he dies... then the Great Sage's gaze will fall upon Cedric and the others.

Elvia paused for a moment, then leaned on Lin Gui's shoulder.

Golden eyes fell on the last line of the letter.

She remained silent for a long time before speaking, her voice very soft.

"This... might be the best solution."

Lin Gui remained silent.

He looked at the letter, at the neat handwriting, and after a long time, he spoke in a low voice.

"The premise is that Morgan can give the great sage what he wants within three years."

He paused, then lowered his voice.

"If you can't do that..."

He didn't finish speaking.

But Elvia knew what he wanted to say.

If Morgan fails, then the Great Sage's target will shift to the other half-demons.

Lin Gui's act of saving the half-demon will become the fuse that causes all his preparations to be destroyed.

The power of an epic being is enough to crush everything.