It's so hard being a hero!

“He also came and told me the same things he said to you.”

She paused for a moment before continuing, "My reply to him back then was exactly what you heard."

Sophia nodded, her face showing no surprise.

"I know."

Beatrice raised an eyebrow slightly, as if waiting for her to continue.

Sophia met her gaze and said calmly, "Just because he can't get you doesn't mean I can't get you either."

Beatrice's lips curved slightly when she heard this, as if she were smiling, or perhaps she found it quite amusing.

"Oh ho, you're quite confident."

“This isn’t about confidence; it’s about knowing that your relationship with him is different.”

Sofia leaned back in her chair, arms crossed, her tone carrying the casualness of someone who had known her for decades.

“You only know him, but I’m different. I’m coming to you because we’re friends asking each other for help. It has nothing to do with any stance or rules.”

After hearing this, Beatrice remained silent for a moment, then chuckled softly.

The laughter wasn't loud, but it was clear that it was genuine.

"Your mouth is still as sharp as ever, always finding a way to say the right thing."

She picked up her cup, took a sip of water, then put it down and looked out at the milky white lake outside the courtyard, as if she were looking into the distance through the light.

Sofia didn't urge her.

After a moment of silence, Beatrice withdrew her gaze and looked at Sophia again, her eyes now showing a hint of seriousness.

"To be honest, I don't really want to go."

She was quite frank in expressing her attitude.

"The reason why the Holy Land is called the Holy Land is because it does not interfere in the affairs of the lower realm. I have lived here for tens of thousands of years and have long been used to this kind of life. If I were to suddenly go down there, it would be like putting myself in a very delicate position."

Sophia did not refute, but listened quietly.

Beatrice paused for a moment, then changed the subject.

"But I also know that since you made this special trip, you must have come here for more than just to ask me for help."

She tilted her head, looking at Sophia with a hint of interest on her lips.

"Tell me, what exactly are your conditions?"

Upon hearing this, Sophia gave a knowing smile, as if to say, "I knew you'd ask that."

She didn't rush to answer, but instead picked up her cup and took another sip of water, as if she was organizing her thoughts.

Then she put down her cup, looked at Beatrice, and said in a serious tone that didn't sound like she was joking at all.

"Sister Beatrice, you've been waiting for that position of Goddess of Light for over ten thousand years, haven't you?"

Beatrice's expression froze for a moment.

Those pale golden eyes lingered on Sophia's face for a moment, as if judging the weight of her words.

More than 10,000 years ago.

She herself could hardly remember how long she had lived in this sacred place.

All she knew was that from the day she stepped into the Sanctuary, she had been waiting for a position.

The position of the God of Light.

That's the rule in the divine realm: only one deity can preside over the same divine status.

Unless the God of Light dies now, she will forever remain a "reserve member," a true god-level powerhouse taken in by the Holy Domain who cannot advance to the next level.

She can go to the realm of gods, but she can't stay there for long.

She could enjoy long years in the Sanctuary, but she could never truly reach that position.

Over these ten thousand years, she has certainly made an effort.

However, the God of Light is alive and well, and the divine realm has shown no intention of replacing him.

Her waiting had almost become an endless habit.

Sophia noticed the complex look that flashed in her pale golden eyes and knew she had touched on a crucial point.

She continued, "If you help me this time, I can use my relationship with the god of fate to help you out when the opportunity arises in the future."

This statement was made very lightly, but it carries a great deal of weight.

Beatrice stared at her for a long time, as if trying to determine whether her statement was true or false.

Then she suddenly laughed.

The smile carried an indescribable quality, like a sigh of relief or a sigh of emotion.

"You little rascal, you really know how to pick on someone's weak spot."

She shook her head, picked up the glass, drank the last sip of water, put the glass back on the table, and stood up.

"Okay, I agree."

Sofia also stood up, a genuine, relieved smile on her face.

"Really?"

"real."

Beatrice patted the barely visible dust off her old white robe, her tone returning to its usual languid manner.

"Only you can get me to do this. If it were anyone else, I wouldn't even bother with them."

As she spoke, she walked around the stone table and headed towards the courtyard gate.

He took two steps, then stopped and looked back at Sophia.

"But let me make this clear first, I'm only good at scaring people, I don't care about fighting."

She held up one finger, her tone serious.

"I'll go down and let the demons know that there are still people watching over Starfall Continent. If they really want me to fight the Demon God, I won't do it."

Sofia nodded repeatedly.

"Okay, okay, just scare people, you don't need to do anything."

Beatrice then withdrew her finger with satisfaction and turned to walk out of the courtyard.

The moment she stepped out of the courtyard, the entire courtyard, and the milky white lake, began to blur, like a piece of canvas soaked in water, its outlines slowly melting into the air.

Sophia stood there watching everything around her slowly dissipate. When she came to her senses again, she was already standing in front of the floating island.

And the ten-meter-high stone gate was slowly opening.

Behind the door, Beatrice stood there with her hands behind her back, looking at her with an expression that said, "Let's go, stop dawdling."

"Lead the way."

Sophia smiled and nodded, then turned and walked towards the edge of the floating island.

Beatrice followed behind her, her steps light as if she were going on a picnic, showing no sign that she was an ancient human ancestor who had lived for over ten thousand years.

The instant Beatrice stepped out of the entrance to the Sanctuary, more than a dozen consciousnesses awoke at roughly the same time in the deepest part of the Sanctuary.

All those consciousnesses were projected in the same direction.

They all sensed that familiar, ancient aura, dormant for thousands of years, leaving the Holy Domain and moving towards the Starfall Continent.

Someone whispered something from the depths of the void.

"Who was it that managed to get her to come?"

No one answered.

But all consciousnesses were silently watching that figure pass through the gates of the Holy Domain and disappear into the passage leading to the Starfall Continent.

Chapter 136 Crown of the Goddess of Light

While Frey was lost in thought, she suddenly noticed movement at the gates of the Sanctuary.

So he quickly looked over.

The gates of the Sanctuary opened once more, and Sophia and a woman in a white dress emerged.

Sophia had only taken a couple of steps when she saw Frey standing up on a flat rock not far away, looking in her direction.

It was clear she had been waiting for quite a while.

Frey's gaze fell directly on the woman behind Sofia.

Beatrice walked casually, the hem of her white robe trailing on the ground of the floating island, her pale golden hair swaying in the air even without wind. She gave the impression of someone who had just woken up from a nap and wasn't fully awake yet.

However, that aura could not be hidden. A pure and somewhat dazzling power of light slowly emanated from her, as if sunlight had condensed into a human form. Even the silver-gray moss on the floating island shimmered with a soft light as she passed by.

Frey's pupils contracted slightly.

She had witnessed Su Lan's power of light at its peak, which was the limit of purity that humans could achieve at present. However, the aura emanating from this woman was on a completely different level.

The feeling is like standing right next to the sun, enveloped by both warmth and pressure, making you instinctively want to get closer, yet also instinctively want to back away.

“Sofia, who is this…”

Frey tentatively asked a question.

Sophia glanced back at Beatrice before turning back and waving to Frey with a smile.

"Come, let me introduce you. This is Sister Beatrice, the Lady of Light from ten thousand years ago. She and I are old acquaintances."

After she finished speaking, she turned to the side and gestured towards Beatrice in the direction of Biffre.

"This is Frey, my wife."

Beatrice had been wearing that languid expression, but when she heard the word "wife," she clearly paused for a moment.

She tilted her head, her gaze falling on Frey, looking her up and down several times before the corners of her mouth slowly curled up, revealing a meaningful smile.

She walked a few steps to Frey, bent down slightly, and leaned closer. Her tone was as if she had discovered something amusing as she asked, "Little girl, can you accept your husband becoming a woman?"