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The silver tree standing behind the throne swayed gently, even though there was no wind. Countless tiny specks of light, shimmering with pure silver light, drifted down from its towering canopy.

They are silent, yet they seem to carry some ancient rhythm.

Music played at the Throne of Elden.

A piece of music composed by Remünen officially opens the event.

Remien stopped teasing and focused intently: "It's starting now, relax."

The dance officially began. Remian took the first step, as light as a moonlit elf. After an initial stumble, Xiling's stiff limbs were miraculously guided by her to take the first movement that could be considered a dance step.

The moonlight was like gauze, the silvery glow like a dream, and countless specks of light drifted and swirled around them.

Beneath the silent throne on the eve of its restoration, with the Silver Tree as its silent witness, the two danced from beginning to end.

......

Xiling looked at the Elden Ring in her hand, then glanced at Remian, who was standing still.

Yes, the Elden Ring has been removed, and her original white hair has turned pink. However, the changes caused by the Elden Ring have not disappeared and remain within Remian's body.

As expected, the dance was a waste of time, and his feet suffered dozens of heavy blows.

Xiling clicked her tongue and gave Leimiaoan the middle finger. "If you can't even teach me, I'm never dancing with you again."

Remian glanced at her dusty shoes. She said nothing, but her meaning was clear.

Xiling noticed Remy's gaze.

He coughed guiltily.

"Ahem, I told you I wouldn't dance, but you wouldn't believe me. Blame it on yourself."

Although that's what he said, Xiling was still a little guilty, so he added something else.

"You've repaid me double, so we're even now."

Remienne sighed.

"These are my favorite pair of shoes."

"...How about I help you wash up?"

Watching Remyane disappear into the light, Xiling stood there, holding a pair of shoes, looking bewildered in the wind.

Was he... set up?

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You won't start dancing just because the atmosphere is right; you still have to stomp on someone's feet if you're going to.

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Chapter Sixty-Six: Opening Ceremony, Nine Edicts, Xiling's Departure

"Hey, is that guy even human?"

"Holy crap, how did they do that?"

"That's so cool!"

On the training ground, where the smell of gunpowder had not yet dissipated, exclamations and discussions surged like a tide.

All eyes, whether on new recruits or veterans, were fixed on Kevin, the white-haired man in the center of the field, stretching his limbs.

Kevin just completed the tests, breaking records in every single area: strength, speed, and reflexes.

The gazes people cast at him were a mixture of disbelief and shock.

Kevin paid no attention to people's gazes and discussions. He had things to do today. He looked up at the examiners' table not far away, where the instructor in charge of supervising the test was still standing there with his mouth agape, as if his computer had crashed.

"Have I passed?" Kevin's voice wasn't loud, but it clearly pierced through the noise of the training ground.

"what?!"

The instructor snapped back to reality, swallowed hard, and looked away from the instrument screen, refocusing his gaze on Kevin. His voice carried a hint of dryness and awe that he himself was unaware of:

"Perfect...perfect score!"

Having received this predictable answer, Kevin simply nodded politely, turned around, and without pausing, strode towards the exit of the training field.

......

The bell rang to signal the end of the last class of the morning.

Soon after, Penglai Temple Nine Heavens stood in front of his homeroom teacher.

"Teacher, I would like to ask for leave this afternoon."

The homeroom teacher looked at this student, who was usually quite well-behaved but a bit immature, and asked, "Oh? Jiuxiao, is there something you need? Do you need any help?"

"Yes...it's an urgent matter at home! I have to go back and take care of it!" (Penglai City Jiuxiao clasped his hands together in prayer.)

"Please, teacher! Just one afternoon!"

The homeroom teacher scrutinized her for a few seconds before finally signing and stamping the leave slip, then handing it to her: "Okay, be careful. Remember to catch up on any missed lessons."

"Thank you, teacher! I definitely will!" Penglaiji Jiuxiao took the leave slip, her face instantly breaking into a smile. She turned and rushed out of the office, running as if she were going to a long-awaited event.

......

Sunlight filters through the leaves, casting dappled patterns on the ground. Groups of elegantly dressed young men and women chat and laugh, discussing the latest court gossip or popular poems and musical pieces.

However, in this harmonious center, Luo Tianyi seemed somewhat out of place.

She sat quietly on the carved stone bench, occasionally echoing her companions' conversation. Her gaze would always drift involuntarily to a certain point in the air, as if silently calculating the passing seconds, or as if waiting for a signal that only she could perceive.

Finally, after looking at that invisible air once again, a hint of certainty flashed in her eyes.

Luo Tianyi stood up, instantly attracting the attention of everyone around her.

"Everyone," Luo Tianyi bowed slightly, with a perfectly timed apologetic smile, "I'm so sorry, I have some things to take care of, so I have to excuse myself."

Everyone looked at each other, somewhat surprised.

A familiar young woman asked with concern, "Tianyi, what's the matter? Do you need our help?"

"Thank you for your concern," Luo Tianyi said with her smile unchanged. "It's just a small problem, I can handle it myself, I wouldn't dare trouble you all."

Luo Tianyi nodded slightly again, giving no one a chance to stop her, and quickly left along the garden path.

......

Remy, walking out of the hospital, looked at the people coming and going on the street, smiled, and then...

"I wonder what the others will think when they come back and see me like this?"

With this thought in mind, Remien started walking towards her home.

......

“This is a bit outrageous. Have you ever seen this scene before?” On a high platform in the royal city of Rodel, the Faded One looked down at the endless stream of people below, his tone filled with disbelief.

Standing beside him, Melina, who was also gazing down, gently shook her head.

She had never seen such a sight before. In her view, even the phrase "a sea of ​​people" seemed pale and powerless.

Below, a massive crowd of people from countless races has gathered.

Various races from the borderlands and even distant lands, each carrying their own distinct aura but sharing the same goal, set foot on this land—the royal city of Rodel.

The knights of the royal city appeared unusually busy yet orderly.

They meticulously received each group that had traveled from afar, guiding them to the pre-arranged area.

Although the scene was enormous, it miraculously maintained a state of perfect order.

On the faces of the surging crowd, both the faded figures and Melina clearly shared a common emotion—eager anticipation. They had traversed mountains and crossed treacherous waters, all to witness this day—a moment destined to be etched in history.

The Faded One took one last deep look at the bustling and magnificent scene at his feet, turned around, and waved casually at Melina without looking back: "I have something to do for now, I'll go take care of it."

......

"Does it have to be this complicated?" Inside the room, Xiling was sitting in a chair with a huge full-length mirror in front of him, reflecting his slightly helpless expression.

A skilled male attendant stood behind him, meticulously styling his hair for the grand occasion.

Radagan, standing to the side, heard Xiling's words and said, "As the King of Elden and the keynote speaker of this unprecedented celebration, please be in your best condition."

"Okay, okay." Xiling smiled, concealing her helplessness.

Finally, the haircut is done.

Xiling stood up. Just then—a white tuxedo was presented to him. Platonsanks, holding the tuxedo, looked directly into Xiling's eyes: "Consider this a gift from me to the new king. It incorporates everyone's suggestions..."

The cool voice took on a hint of almost imperceptible gentleness, "This is the final creation, I hope... you like it."

Xiling reached out and accepted the pure white dress, her fingertips feeling the resilience and warmth beneath the fabric. "Thank you so much, I love it." Her fingers traced the dress's delicate surface, and Xiling keenly sensed the unique scent of Platon Sanks emanating from it.

"Are they dragon scales? And... dragon blood?" Xiling wondered.

Xiling declined the servants' assistance and went into the spacious dressing room alone.

The moment the pure white dress touched his skin, Xiling instantly recognized its extraordinary nature. Beneath the cloud-like fabric lay incredible defensive power. Even more astonishing was that when Xiling tentatively infused a wisp of magic, with a crackling sound, subtle yet pure ancient dragon red lightning obediently appeared at his fingertips, flickering and dancing. "This sentiment… is truly invaluable," Xiling murmured to himself.

"She's really gone to a lot of trouble."

This is no simple matter.

With gratitude in her heart, Platon Sanks straightened her clothes, a confident smile appeared on her face, and she pushed open the door and went out.

Facing the gazes of Radagan, Platonssanks, and the others in the room, Xiling stretched out her arms generously, her white hair and white clothes shimmering softly under the lamplight.

"How does it feel? Does it look good?"

Praton Sanks gazed at him, a hint of satisfaction flashing in her golden eyes. Her usually aloof face softened slightly, and a faint yet genuine smile curved her lips. He perfectly matched the image she had envisioned.

Most importantly, the clothes Xiling was wearing carried her own scent.

Thinking of this, Platon Sanx's lips curled up slightly.

Radagan looked at the clothes, then at Platon Sanks beside him, paused for a moment, and ultimately said nothing, but nodded in praise.

"Perfectly matches"

"That's right, after all, I'm just that handsome."

Xiling conceited herself a little.

Just then, the door opened, and Kevin stared at Xiling with a suppressed laugh on his face, holding a cell phone in his hand, on which something was recorded.

Just then, the faded one walked in and gently tossed his hair.

"That's right, after all, I'm just that handsome."

Luo Tianyi and Penglaiji Jiuxiao's heads immediately popped out from both sides of the door frame. Luo Tianyi covered her mouth and shook her shoulders wildly, while Penglaiji Jiuxiao laughed so hard he bent over. Remy An, who was a step behind, had a gentle yet mischievous smile on her lips.

Kevin grinned mischievously and said, "Let's do it again. The door wasn't open this time, so I missed taking the picture."

Xiling's bright expression immediately turned sour. "What are you doing?"

"Isn't this a record of the wonderful moments our group members shared? Let's do one more!"

Xiling gave Kevin two middle fingers.

Kevin didn't seem to mind and smiled as he put his phone away.

Kevin and the others finally focused their attention on Xiling, who was standing there at that moment.

The pure white dress had smooth lines; it was less a formal dress and more like a priest's robe carefully prepared for some ancient and sacred ceremony.

A star-studded cloak draped casually over his shoulders, shimmering with his movements. Xiling, already fair-skinned, had her white hair, after awakening her heroic nature, flowed like moonlight.

At this moment, under the lights, he seemed to radiate a soft and ethereal light from the inside out. His formal attire was a perfect match for him, and his temperament was extraordinary.

Penglai Temple's Jiuxiao and Luo Tianyi's eyes lit up.

Then Kevin, the Faded One, Remy Ann, Penglai Temple Nine Heavens, and Luo Tianyi almost simultaneously gave Xiling a thumbs up!