Chapter 59 The Origin of the Moment of Ending
Lounging comfortably within the soft bedding for a couple of rounds, Verafia lightly pushed up her small body. However, as she raised her eyes, she saw the black-haired young man looking lost in thought.
“Hey, Ig. What are you thinking about, you guy?”
Sitting on the soft bed, Verafia cheerfully lifted her small face, gazing at the black-haired young man before her who wore a thoughtful expression. Tilting her head slightly, she suddenly looked excited. “Hmph, you don’t even care about this Young Lady… Ig, are you thinking about that guy Bernante?”
“Of course, I care about you, Young Lady… After all, you are my everything.”
Ig smiled and said. Seeing the delicate girl looking smug, he lightly pinched her youthful little face and chuckled again. He then got up and sat beside the girl, extending his hand to gently caress her soft hair. Gazing at the girl’s gorgeous golden eyes, he chuckled softly:
“However, to be honest, I always feel that Lord Beltan is no ordinary person…”
“Beltan?”
Verafia murmured the name softly. She playfully tilted her pretty face, her golden eyes looking down at the young man smugly. “That’s right, even in my eyes, this Grand Elder of the Wood Elves couldn’t be an ordinary elf. How could he be simple!”
As mentioned before, domains of legend were incredibly rare for the entire world, perhaps not even one being born in a generation.
For the elves, who possessed long lifespans, powerful figures in legend were likely also rare. However, for Beltan, who was part of the Wood Elf tribe with lifespans of thousands of years and had witnessed almost the entire history of the elves, he undoubtedly possessed more insight and experience.
“No, it’s just that Lord Beltan is, after all, a legendary powerhouse…” Ig said softly.
“Is that so?”
Verafia sat on the soft large bed, her slender fingertips lightly fiddling with her own delicate hair. Her slightly averted golden eyes glanced at the young man who set down his long sword. Then, her gaze shifted to the sword spirit girl Rufina, who had transformed from the embodiment of the End. With her two slender feet kneeling on the soft bed, she suddenly lifted her face lightly:
“Is that so… Hmm, Ig, you’re even concerned about the domain of legend now…”
As for the realm of legend…
Verafia tilted her head slightly, reminiscing about the memory of her own breakthrough from Sacred Domain to Legend. Regardless of the surrounding laws or the transformation of demonic power, even thinking back now, it was definitely not something that could be spoken of lightly.
A hundred years ago, under the threat of the Demon Race War, humanity alone, including herself, had produced no less than ten legendary figures.
However, this did not mean that such a realm could be easily reached. Even in the history of the Mythic Era, or even the Golden Era, a true legend represented invincible power in the world.
Legend was a realm that could only be reached after breaking through the Sacred Domain to achieve a perfect life. For the entire continent, it was a domain truly worthy of being called legendary, and perhaps not even one true legend could be born in a generation.
Just as there were many legendary powerhouses emerging during the Demon Race War, after the war ended, even with countless geniuses across the continent, Verafia had never heard of the birth of any legend.
“I also felt the same sensation as when Sister broke through to Legend…”
The sword spirit girl Rufina, who had already transformed into human form, also gently lifted her face and spoke.
She had once been Verafia’s sword, and she had quite a significant experience, whether it was when the girl advanced to Legend or even when facing the Demon King.
Sacred Domain was a realm that could be reached by perfecting one’s understanding of demonic power and life levels. For both mages and swordsmen, it represented a perfect life form. But as for Legend… it represented the mastery of laws and even the rules of the world.
It could be said that, apart from the difference in life levels, the domain of legend… was not fundamentally different from the realms of the undying or even deities.
Ig was not far from the level of Sacred Domain. Although he did not have much contact with the realm beyond Sacred Domain in legends, it was not entirely unfamiliar.
He knew, of course, that the distance between himself and true legend was far greater than a thousand gullies.
Ig slightly lowered his face and said with some bitterness: “What appeared before me were not only figures of Saint Rank, or even Legend, but even those among deities. I truly wanted to protect Veer…”
“Ah?”
Verafia exclaimed in surprise. Seeing the young man’s guilty expression, a hint of shyness appeared on her fair face. Verafia pouted her lips and said, “Ah, you’re an idiot, Ig. Right here… Hmph, This Young Lady is not a child, why would I need your protection!”
Her golden eyes shifted slightly, falling on the young man. She tilted her head, thought for a moment, and then excitedly lifted her head:
“Mmm, and besides, Ig, your progress in cultivation, in my eyes, is already extremely commendable. Hmm… even compared to This Young Lady, you’re only a little bit behind!”
Verafia clenched her little fists, lightly raising her youthful face. Her pair of gorgeous golden eyes blinked, encouraging Ig. “Such things, even with This Young Lady’s guidance, are commendable and rare. There’s no need to be so self-deprecating!”
Speaking of which, besides the time he was guided by that guy Lancaster, this guy was only casually taught by me for a while. Now that he has achieved this much, most of it is due to his own efforts… Uh, how could I, how could I lose to this guy!
Ig got up and sat on the edge of the bed. Looking at the girl’s fluttering eyes, a smile inevitably appeared. He reached out and gently caressed the little head beneath her soft hair.
Perhaps… before now, perhaps for the sake of pride or other desires, he had craved higher realms and greater power. Now, he desired to protect the young girl before him even more.
If he could ensure that her future would no longer be threatened by anything, Ig would rather his demonic power not advance an inch his entire life.
However, Ig knew that such a thing was just a wishful thinking.
Ig shook his head gently, looking at the girl’s gorgeous face up close. Suddenly, a hint of curiosity arose in his heart:
“By the way, Veer. I don’t know why, but I feel like your Moment of Ending, Young Lady, seems to have a slight connection with the life law of this Grand Elder Beltan?”
“Ah!”
As if startled by the young man’s words, Verafia suddenly raised her gorgeous golden eyes.
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(A somewhat watery chapter (feeling not in the best state today…))
