The Envoy of Abundance from Onphalus

After ten years of this oppressive stalemate, an unexpected turning point appeared. A blond, red-eyed boy claiming to be the son of Gorgor knocked on the heavy door of the Divine Tree Garden.

Russell knew his long period of patience was over. Olivier's doom was fast approaching.

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Amber Medicine Scroll: Chapter Twenty-Nine - The Flames Rekindle

Crown Prince Medes, who was mercilessly thrown into the River Styx by his father Euriporn, miraculously survived.

After drifting in the dark, stagnant water for nearly nine years, he not only did not die, but instead developed an astonishing ability to refuse death.

When he struggled to crawl out of the mud of the River Styx, his crimson eyes were filled only with deep hatred for those who had murdered his mother and abandoned his child.

He swore with the most solemn honor of the Suspended Blade: He would slay the tyrant and take his head to avenge his mother!

The blood of the Suspended Peak Man cannot tolerate grudges from the previous day. The moment he climbs out of the River Styx, revenge becomes his sole mission.

He knocked on the door of the Divine Tree Court, his goal clear: to use Russell's unparalleled prestige in Onpharos to return to Suspended Peak and gather his people. He wanted to use Russell's support as a foundation and his status as crown prince as a banner to raise a loyal "Suspended Peak Lone Army."

He wanted to end Euriporn's rule with his own hands, and use his blood, life, and throne to pay tribute to the spirit of his deceased mother.

Russell gazed at the travel-worn young man before him, whose eyes were as stubborn as iron, and said nothing more than instructing his subordinates to give him a warm welcome.

He specially prepared a sumptuous feast for this child who had suffered so much – a secret-recipe roasted meat and sweet pomegranate juice, both flavors of the old Xuanfeng region.

When Oliver Severed ties with the Divine Tree Court, not all members of Suspended Peak chose to submit. A group of rebels resolutely joined Russell, bringing with them Suspended Peak's culture and cuisine.

To express his appreciation for the young man's determination, Bertrand Russell even personally poured him a glass of pomegranate juice that had been aged for a thousand years, as a tribute to his future triumph. This profound sentiment spoke volumes without words.

With Russell's endorsement, Medemos left the Divine Tree Garden. Russell gazed at the Heart of the Divine Tree, whose light never faded, then looked at the scholars engrossed in calculating data, and sighed softly with his hands behind his back.

He foresaw the bloodshed that was about to stained Suspended Peak, and his heart was filled with helplessness. He tried his best to maintain peace, but there were always those who saw his mercy as weakness and recklessly challenged his bottom line. Did Oliver ever consider that the child he had personally abandoned was returning with a blood feud on his back?

That terrible prophecy—"Your crown prince Medemus will bring an end to the entire Suspended Dynasty and Nicardoli"—seems to be coming true step by step.

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In the brutal baptism of the River Styx, Medemus not only forged an indestructible body, but also rapidly matured in mind. At this point, his mind was nothing like that of a child who had not yet reached adulthood, but more like that of a king who ruled over all directions.

When he returned to Suspended Peak City as Crown Prince, carrying the approval of the thousand-year-old benevolent physician Russell, the entire city-state was shaken. His call ignited long-suppressed anger and loyalty, and nearly half of the people of Suspended Peak chose to follow him, embarking on a journey far from home.

From then on, they were a lone, isolated force with only one goal: to return to their homeland and kill the tyrant!

Euripone scoffed at this, believing that Medemus had taken away nothing more than a group of corrupt pacifists, not worth worrying about. This fatal arrogance would ultimately cost him his life.

This newly emerging leader demonstrated remarkable political acumen. He not only decisively led the isolated army to completely sever ties with Suspended Peak, but also fully embraced Russell's peace ideals.

He proposed a completely new philosophy of conflict: conflict should be born out of protection, to safeguard more people from being swallowed by the dark tide, rather than to create unnecessary massacres and wars to satisfy selfish desires.

Through Russell's mediation, Medemus successfully formed an alliance with what is now Ohma. These two powerful forces now formed a deadly pincer movement against the city of Suspended Blade under Euriporn's rule.

However, at this moment, the tyrant was still immersed in the beautiful dream of strife and could not extricate himself, but this beautiful dream must eventually end.

The rulers of Ohma are no longer the corrupt and decadent figures of the past. Their successor is a golden-blooded woman named Aglaia, who has inherited Empress Crydella's will to pursue fire.

During his first journey to seek the fire, the first tailor, who originally ran the most prestigious tailor shop in Ohma, had already begun to distinguish himself.

She inherited the flame of the Romantic Titans, becoming a demigod, and her golden threads began to weave a new future for Ohmar.

The rule of the old nobility and the Senate was fragile and incompetent, and they could only talk empty words in the face of the threat of the Black Tide. Aglaia took over the Empress's legacy and burden, and consolidated her power with swift and decisive measures, including the secret execution of those senators who colluded with the religious audience Lycus and plotted treason.

Although her efficient rule maintained stability in Ohma, the passage of a thousand years gradually eroded her humanity, making her increasingly ruthless and accumulating considerable resentment among the people.

However, at this moment, in order to fight against the common enemies Black Tide and Suspended Blade Tyrant, she formed a firm alliance with Medemos.

With the full support of the Divine Tree Court and Ohma, Medemos's power grew stronger day by day. In the year 4920 of the Light Calendar, he led a powerful expeditionary force back to Suspended Edge City.

After a decisive battle, he personally defeated and killed the arrogant tyrant Euriporn. In his dying moments, the tyrant's eyes were filled with astonishment at the accuracy of the prophecy and hatred for Medemus.

With the fall of Euriporn, the war among mortals on the continent of Onpharos finally came to a complete end. Driven by Russell, a powerful unifier, a salvation alliance encompassing the major powers was formally formed.

From the moment the Salvation Alliance was established, Onfaros began to operate efficiently like a sophisticated machine. The city-states put aside their past grievances, each performed its duties, and systematically devoted themselves to research and action against the Black Tide.

Medemos possessed the absolute strength to ascend the Throne of the Hanging Blade. However, that cold position carried too many tragic memories, and he ultimately chose to relinquish it.

He led the remaining Suspended Peak people to integrate into Ohmar and the Divine Tree Court to fight against the Black Tide. The old shame of Suspended Peak City, along with that cold throne, was sealed away by history.

A new era was forcibly ushered in amidst despair and the shadow of death. The new chapter of Onphalus was destined to be written in blood and fire, but people had no way back but to move forward.

Soon, Aglaia and the Tibos of Ohma issued a call to the Golden Blood of all Onpharos for a second journey to the fire!

This grand event was unprecedented in scale. Not only were all the current leaders of the city-states invited to gather in Ohma to witness the opening of this historic moment, but Russell, an ordinary man who had been fighting for the survival of Onphalus for nearly three thousand years, was also specially invited to be the speaker at the opening ceremony.

In terms of seniority, contributions, and unwavering will, Russell was undoubtedly deserving. As a mortal, his perseverance was a miracle in itself. His words possessed the power to penetrate hearts and minds, and could further solidify the belief in this journey to the flame. Without the slightest hesitation, Russell readily agreed.

Onphalus had no way out. Only by fighting his way forward, facing death head-on, could he carve out a new world from the ashes of despair.

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Amber Medicine Scroll: Chapter Thirty - Different Paths, Same Destination

"Teacher, are you ready? The convoy heading to Ohmma is all set to go." A student's voice came from outside the door.

"Alright, let's go." Russell looked in the mirror, his fingertips brushing against the wheat ear headdress he always wore, and a barely perceptible energy fluctuation subsided.

This is the first time in nearly three thousand years that he has truly stood at the forefront of the story, personally writing the opening chapter. It is of extraordinary significance.

He slowly pushed open the door. A hint of surprise flashed across the eyes of the scholars waiting outside—those jade-colored eyes, weathered by the long years, now gleamed with a long-lost sharpness, like a newly honed blade. He was about to step onto the stage and sound the powerful call for Onphalus's survival.

Even at the grandest ceremony in Onphalus, a ceremony unseen for a thousand years, Russell still wore that simple linen robe. Old and worn, it seemed to have traveled through time. If there were any old friends from the distant past, they would recognize at a glance—this was the same robe he wore when he first arrived at the Garden of Divine Enlightenment.

After becoming the ruler, he meticulously preserved it using alchemy. This was not only a memorial to himself, but also a reminder of the path he had traveled. Every time he saw this garment, the pure sense of accomplishment and satisfaction that filled his heart when he was young, practicing medicine and selflessly saving lives, would resurface.

This feeling allowed him to dispel the gloom of a hopeless era, supporting him to face the world with confidence and convey the hope created by faith: move forward and fight!

Even though he wasn't entirely certain deep down, he firmly believed that the united power of humanity would ultimately defeat the Black Tide. This belief never wavered. It was also the core driving force behind his efforts to maintain peace and call for a united front against external threats.

He carried the medical bag that had been with him for nearly three thousand years. The old fabric, soaked with the essence of countless herbs and the passage of time, gave the weathered bag a solemn yet reassuring medicinal aura, making Russell's demeanor exceptionally approachable.

If it weren't for the thorny crown on his head that symbolized his status as the ruler of the Divine Enlightenment Tree Court, from a distance he would look more like a doctor returning home after a long journey.

The Divine Tree Court's convoy headed towards Ohma, the journey peaceful. Inside the carriage, the figures of the Golden Bloods became increasingly clear in Russell's mind: some had already passed away, while others were gearing up for the upcoming expedition.

He thoughtfully prepared a gift for each of his younger acquaintances, each carrying the expectations of an elder: a specially made gold thread for Aglaia; gloves that could ward off the erosion of death for Xiaodie; potions to replenish the strength of the Tibos; a spinal corrector and pomegranate-flavored goat milk for Wan Di; and precious plant seeds from the Ai Li Mi She for Bai E and Xi Lian…

The bustling city of Ohma, teeming with people, seemed to echo the splendor of the Golden Age. People gathered in this holy city of dawn, eagerly awaiting the return of the torch relay.

The arrival of other city-state administrators would at most elicit a few brief discussions among the citizens. But when the Divine Tree Garden's convoy entered, the scene was completely different—thick human walls spontaneously formed on both sides of the street, and countless eyes were focused on that simple carriage, just to catch a glimpse of the legendary doctor.

People saw Bertrand Russell. His simple clothes made him seem to blend in with the ordinary people on the street.

His posture was like that of a doctor who had traveled far to treat patients and was now finally returning home. His face radiated a resilient confidence that had endured many hardships, and his jade-colored eyes held a persistence and hope that had lasted for three thousand years.

All of this resonated with the citizens. These figures of such high rank and power wore similar clothes and had similar ordinary appearances, instantly dispelling any sense of distance between them.

The approachable nature of Russell as recorded in historical texts is vividly demonstrated here. A tenth of the entire history of Onphalus has been dedicated to his story. For every educated Onphalus, Russell is an unavoidable name, inevitably associated with greatness.

Above the Cloud Palace, Aglaia and a group of Golden Blood had been waiting for a long time. They were all acquaintances of Russell.

The three tiny Tibbos—Tibbo, Tibning, and Tiban—stood at the front. Within their petite bodies lay a world-shaking will, and behind their two journeys to pursue fire lay unspeakable hardships.

But at this moment, the situation was struggling towards the tomorrow predicted by Tirispius. A strong longing welled up within Russell, a desire to witness the ending now, to step into that prophesied new world. Just as promised a thousand years ago: to meet at the end of the west wind tomorrow, to welcome the birth of the new world together.

Aglaia… Russell looked at her, his thoughts drifting back to the distant past. Back then, she was just a little girl, learning in the Divine Tree Garden, hand in hand with Tibo. Now, she was the leader of Ohma for a thousand years.

Standing to the side, Xia Die's former sorrow had vanished, replaced by a genuine, relaxed smile. Over the years, she had been in closest contact with Russell, receiving letters scented with violets on his desk almost monthly.

This has been the case for nearly 2000 years.

The former Crown Prince Medmos, now even more robust, and his imposing armor adds to his heroic bearing.

Although his expression remained as stern as ever, Russell could sense the joy in his heart. But now, he should be called Wan Di (meaning "Invincible").

Standing beside him was a uniquely charismatic young man with silver hair similar to Russell's, and blue eyes that burned with boundless hope and vitality for the future—the legendary most perfect Golden Descendant, the savior Bai Er on whom great hopes were placed.

Russell remained noncommittal on this matter. If there truly is a destined savior, then what has been the point of his efforts over the past three thousand years? This idea coincided with that of Anaxagoras (Nexusia), the scholar in the Divine Tree Court who was obsessed with breaking the theory of fate.

The successive falls of the Titans had already shaken the very foundations of Onphalus's Titanistic theism. If gods could also die, were they simply more powerful beings? Bertrand Russell held a positive view of this academic heresy—all new knowledge often begins with skepticism.

Russell had invited Naksha to accompany him, but Naksha was unusually reluctant, declining on the grounds that he had important research to conduct. Russell had no choice but to ask someone to bring him the complete set of Earth Beast figurines and related merchandise that he had carefully prepared.

It is said that on the day he received the gift, this mad scholar, who was obsessed with studying his own golden blood and often pushed himself to the point of exhaustion and shock, unusually stopped his experiments.

In the medical team at the Divine Tree Garden, the research topic even became "how to treat researchers suffering from hemorrhagic shock as quickly as possible"—that's where Kexia was a "regular".

His feats also deterred other scholars, including briefly seeing his deceased sister through alchemy at the cost of one eye, and forcibly performing a shock-induced blood draw on himself in an attempt to uncover the secrets of the Golden Blood.

Only Russell's persuasion could barely get the arrogant Xia to listen to a little. But a few days later, he went back to his old ways.

Standing next to Bai E was Xi Lian, a slightly shorter pink-haired girl. They came from the same place—Aili Secret Pavilion.

It was once a beautiful city surrounded by golden forests and wheat fields all year round, a place Russell had visited. The Black Tide swallowed it, freezing all its beauty before the disaster struck.

Now, it seems that only the two of them remain as survivors of the Erimit. The other survivors have long since integrated into other city-states, burying their homeland deep in their hearts.

Russell walked forward alone, his gaze sweeping over the Golden Generation who welcomed him with sincere smiles, his heart filled with mixed emotions.

“Hello, Senior Russell.” Aglaia spoke first, her voice solemn yet tinged with barely perceptible excitement. “Welcome to the Holy City of Dawn, Ohm. As the administrator of the city-state, I am truly honored.”

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Amber Seed Medicine Scroll: Chapter Thirty-One - Speech at the Cloud Palace

Russell's palm enveloped Aglaia's cool fingers, the touch carrying the chill of jade.

He looked directly at the ruler of Ohma, who had governed it for a thousand years, and said in a steady voice, "Greetings, Miss Agrea. It seems I have arrived just in time."

“You flatter me, senior.” Aglaia’s voice was flat, her delicate face like a sculpture, devoid of warmth. “It is I who should express my respect. Your presence is an honor for Ohma.”

Russell knew this wasn't alienation, but rather the price of humanity being worn down and lost under the weight of power and time over a millennium. Even a simple smile seemed stiff and strained on Aglaia, the woman before him.

"Senior! Senior! We like you the most!" A clear and cheerful voice instantly broke the silence.

Tibbo, Tinin, and Tinan, who had been standing quietly at the back of the Golden Clan, recognized Russell at a glance and immediately rushed over like three nimble birds, enthusiastically surrounding him.

"We will reignite our journey to the flame! To fulfill our promise to you from a thousand years ago!" Their voices were full of vibrant life, a stark contrast to Aglaia's silence.

“Haha, that could be better.” Russell’s eyes warmed as he gently patted Tibo, who was closest to him. “Onpharos has been shrouded in the shadow of the Black Tide for too long. It’s time to ignite the brightest flame of hope before dawn.”

"Huh?" Bai E scratched his silver hair in confusion and turned to the pink-haired girl Xi Lian. "Why is Teacher Ti Bao suddenly calling this... seemingly young-looking uncle 'senior'? Xi Lian, do you know him?"

Xi Lian refused to answer, only staring at him with an extremely exaggerated expression of astonishment, her pink hair sticking up slightly in anger.

“Hmph,” Wan Di snorted, his golden-red heterochromatic eyes glancing at Bai E with his usual sarcasm, arms crossed, “Even you can be called the savior, it seems Onpharos’s future really needs a miracle.”

“If you had slept less during history class and spent more time reading through a couple of pages of general history, you wouldn’t have failed to recognize this person—the Amber Physician, Bertrand Russell, who occupies a tenth of the history book.” He added in a low voice a phrase from the ancient language of Xuanfeng: “hks.”

"Oh!" Bai'er's eyes suddenly shone like stars, his memory suddenly opening up, "It's that... the senior Russell who persisted alone for nearly three thousand years to ensure the survival of Onpharos, and was revered as the 'Amber Healer'?!"

A sense of awe instantly filled his face. The excitement he felt upon learning of his identity as the savior transformed into an even stronger determination—he would, like his predecessors, bring true dawn to Onphalus!

Xi Lian sighed and rubbed her forehead, her eyes filled with disappointment and disdain as she looked at Bai E.

Not far away, Xia Die wore a gentle smile, her violet eyes brimming with sincerity: "Your Excellency, welcome. Thank you... for everything you have done for Onpharos over the past three thousand years." Her fingertips unconsciously traced the edge of the envelope she carried with her.

In response to the greetings from the crowd, Russell smiled and raised his hand, making a gentle downward gesture: "Thank you all. But now, there is something more important—the opening ceremony of the Fire Chasing Journey."

His gaze swept over the young and familiar faces, carrying the gentleness and expectation of an elder. "After the ceremony, I've prepared a small gift for each of you. You can keep some anticipation in mind." As soon as he finished speaking, everyone's eyes lit up with expectation, especially Bai E, whose eyes shone with an astonishing brightness.

Russell's voice then became steady, revealing an undeniable determination: "Now, it is my turn to step onto the stage." He took a deep breath, his jade-like eyes gazing at the center of the podium, the focus of everyone's attention.

"Rest assured, everyone. I will use the path I have walked over these three thousand years and everything I have witnessed as fuel to ignite the flame of our journey, to ignite the spark in everyone's heart to fight against the darkness! Wait to hear the cry of Onphalus!"

He looked around at the Golden Descendants who carried the future, and solemnly bowed: "After that, I must ask you all... to fight for a future for Onfaros with your own bodies, so that it may be spared from being swallowed by the Black Tide. On behalf of all the people of Onfaros, I beg you."

Russell's bow astonished the Golden Clan. Yet, it also deepened their respect for this healer who had walked the path of 3000 years of survival.

This salute is a trust in power, and also a solemn handover of his mission to survive alone for three thousand years.

Russell felt as if a thousand-pound weight had been lifted from his heart. He was no longer a lone, burning ember. Now, someone had taken up his torch and was walking alongside him. Even if the ending was destined to be dark, the epic of the struggle would record everything.

Russell's gaze passed over the expectant eyes of the Golden Clan, fixed firmly ahead. His steps were steady and deep, each step echoing clearly on the polished stone slabs.

The circular podium, symbolizing the center of the stage, was no more than a hundred paces away. Those hundred paces seemed to encapsulate the long years of his three-thousand-year journey.