It's so hard being a hero!

"uncertain."

Sofia gave a very frank answer.

“The Holy Land isn’t a place that just anyone can enter. Even if I did get in, it’s uncertain whether they would even want to see me. But I have to give it a try.”

After hearing this, Frey remained silent for a very long time.

Then, she raised her hand and patted Sophia's shoulder, a gesture that conveyed an indescribable emotion.

"Okay, I'll take you there."

Sophia turned her head and smiled at her.

"Ah."

Early the next morning, Frey and Sophia simply raised their hands and made a sweeping motion in the air, and a dark blue spatial rift silently opened.

She didn't go in immediately, but glanced at Sophia as if she wanted to say something.

Sophia looked at her, waiting for her to speak.

But Frey simply shook her head and smiled softly.

"Let's go."

After saying that, the two of them walked into the spatial rift one after the other.

After the spatial fluctuations dissipated, they were no longer outside the north gate of Tianqian City.

Beneath my feet was a layer of grayish-white clouds, and above my head was a deep, almost transparent, azure sky.

Not far away, a large floating island floats above the sea of ​​clouds, its edges lined with steep rock walls covered with a light silver moss that shimmers in the morning sunlight.

In the very center of the floating island stands a door.

The door was about ten meters high, made of some kind of indescribable stone. Its surface was completely undecorated, smooth like a pebble that had been washed by water for countless years. A ring of very fine runes was carved around the edge of the door frame. These runes emitted a faint white light when a person approached, but became invisible from a distance.

This is the entrance to the Sanctuary.

Frey stopped about several dozen meters away from the door.

She didn't go any further; she just stood there, her gaze fixed on the door.

"arrive."

She began to speak.

"I'll leave you here."

Sophia nodded.

She strode toward the door, her boots making a soft rustling sound on the gray ground of the floating island.

She stopped when she reached the door, raised her right hand, and placed her palm on the cold stone surface.

The texture was peculiar; it didn't feel like a stone, but rather more like some kind of warm, smooth jade, with a faint, almost imperceptible pulse-like pulsation.

Sophia closed her eyes and slowly poured her spiritual energy into it.

The runes on the door seemed to sense her soul fluctuations and began to glow with rings of soft white light. The white light converged from the edge of the door frame toward the center, eventually condensing into a bright golden halo.

The next moment, a gentle suction came from inside the door.

Sophia did not resist, but relaxed her body and let that force envelop her.

Her body began to blur, like a painting soaked in water, its outline gradually merging into the golden halo.

Frey stood dozens of meters away, watching her figure fade away little by little until it completely disappeared from the surface of the door. The runes on the door also dimmed again, returning to their initial calm state, as if nothing had happened.

Frey stood quietly for a while before turning around and sitting down on a flat rock at the edge of the floating island.

As for Sophia, after she was sucked in by that suction force, her consciousness was momentarily dazed, but she quickly returned to normal.

She opened her eyes and found herself standing on a piece of land floating in the void.

In the distance, several rolling hills can be seen, covered with a silvery-gray vegetation that resembles grass but is finer and denser, shimmering faintly in the air. Further away, some buildings are half-hidden among the hills, some resembling towers, others domed halls, but they are all too far away to discern any details.

Sophia took a breath, then moved and flew towards a certain direction she had chosen.

She had a clear direction and didn't look around aimlessly.

After flying for about the time it takes to brew a cup of tea, the terrain ahead began to change.

The silvery-gray hills gradually flattened out, and a huge lake appeared at the edge of the view.

The lake water had a peculiar color; it wasn't ordinary blue or green, but rather a milky white light, as if solidified light had turned into liquid, quietly spreading across the earth. The lake's surface was so calm that not a single ripple could be seen, reflecting the ubiquitous soft light from the sky, making the entire lake resemble a giant mirror.

Sofia landed on the lakeshore, her boots making a soft rustling sound as they stepped on the fine white sand.

She stood by the lake, glanced around at her surroundings, and then called out.

"Sister Beatrice."

Her voice drifted across the empty lake, amplified far and wide by the unique spatial structure of the area.

It was very quiet around; the only sound was the wind whistling across the lake.

Sofia wasn't in a hurry; she just stood there and waited.

She knew that the other party must have sensed that someone was coming, and there weren't many people in this sacred area who could find this lake so accurately.

Sure enough, not long after, the light on the lake surface began to flow.

The flow was very gentle, like a layer of silk ruffled by the wind, spreading outward from the center of the lake, creating delicate ripples.

A voice came from the center of the lake, carrying a hint of laziness and curiosity, sounding as if someone had just been woken up.

"Huh? Who is it?"

Sofia stood by the lake, arms crossed, a smile playing on her lips.

"An old friend."

Chapter 135 Daughter of Light

As soon as Sophia finished speaking, the soft light on the lake suddenly became more intense.

It wasn't that it had become dazzling, but rather that something seemed to be rising from the depths of that milky-white lake of light.

The light curtain slowly unfolded to both sides, just like a door that wasn't closed properly being pushed open from the inside.

Behind the door appeared a courtyard.

The courtyard was decorated in a very elegant manner.

A winding white stone path leads to a small pavilion, whose pillars are entwined with silvery-white vines that refract a faint rainbow halo under the light.

When Sophia saw the courtyard, her smile deepened.

This place is almost exactly the same as when she came here decades ago.

Then, a figure emerged from behind the pavilion.

She was a woman who looked to be around thirty years old, wearing a very old-fashioned white robe.

The style of the robe was unlike any other clothing on the Starfall Continent.

Her hair was an extremely pale gold, almost silver, with a soft sheen in the light, falling over her shoulders and back, the ends almost touching the ground.

Her face looked very gentle.

The color of those eyes was a pale gold, like melted amber.

When she looks at people, her eyes are gentle and clear, without any sense of scrutiny or pressure.

But when those eyes fell on Sophia, they clearly paused for a moment.

She first looked Sophia up and down, her gaze lingering on Sophia's dark gray bodysuit for a moment before settling on her still somewhat childish face, and then her brows twitched slightly.

Then, she took two steps forward, walked up to Sophia, bent down slightly, and looked her over from left to right, as if she were confirming something.

"You're Su Lan, right?"

She spoke, her voice carrying a light, rhythmic quality that created an interesting contrast with her ancient and serene demeanor.

"How come you've turned into a girl?"

Sophia was asked such a direct question, and she subconsciously looked down at her outfit, then looked up and grinned at her.

"It's a long story, Sister Beatrice."

Beatrice gave a strange smile.

"Come in."

Sophia didn't stand on ceremony and strode into the courtyard. She walked familiarly to the stone table under the old tree, pulled out a chair, and sat down.

The movements were so natural, as if they were back in their own home.

Beatrice sat down opposite her, picked up the earthenware pot on the table, and poured two glasses of water.

The water was a pale milky white, with a refreshing scent, as if it had just been scooped from the center of the lake.

Sofia picked up her glass, took a sip, then put it down and looked at Beatrice, her expression becoming more serious.

"Sister Beatrice, I've come here today because I need your help with something."

Beatrice, holding her cup, leaned back in her chair, her gaze lingering on her face for a moment.

She neither immediately agreed nor refused, but spoke in her usual, slightly lazy tone.

"Tell me first."

Sophia took a breath and then simply and clearly recounted the events of the fall of Zhenmo Pass, the Demon God's personal intervention to tear open a spatial rift, the infiltration of dark energy into the Starfall Continent, and the Pope's personal visit to the Holy Land for help, which was rejected.

She spoke quickly, but she explained every key point clearly.

Beatrice listened quietly without interrupting her.

Only after Sophia finished speaking did she put down her cup, interlace her fingers on the table, and look at the ceramic pot, as if she was thinking about something.

After a while, she looked up at Sophia, her tone a little calmer than before.

“Your teacher has also come to my place.”

She was referring to the Pope.