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The reason this place has remained relatively intact is...
Because apart from those who use special abilities to open a portal to this place, very few people come to this perpetually snowy northern region.
Without people, the building will not be destroyed.
“Let’s go take a look; perhaps we can find some ancient books that record history!”
Tibo took the lead.
Soon, a series of chaotic yet vibrant footprints were left on the snow, interspersed with snowballs that were suddenly scooped up and snowballs that drew arcs in the air.
Laughter echoed across the vast snowfield, bringing a rare touch of life to this desolate ancient city.
Amidst their playful banter, the group stepped into this dead city, sealed by time and ice.
Tirispyos fluttered her angelic wings and gracefully swept over the ruins, beginning to carefully search for any ancient documents or clues that might exist.
"Ok?"
Just as Qiong was focused on her treasure hunt with the purple cube above her head, she suddenly heard a soft sound of doubt from her true form, Tirispius, and her steps stopped.
"What's wrong? Did you find something?"
"Ti Palace is in the area further north."
Tirispius's gaze seemed to pierce through layers of snow and buildings, focusing on the distance.
"A figure has been spotted."
Tirispeius's vision is interconnected, much like the dome and his female form.
"There are actually people living here?"
March 7th opened her eyes wide in surprise.
Qiong repeats the word.
"They don't look like people who live here."
Tirispius shook her head.
"Like travelers like us."
"Oh?"
Qiong became interested. "Could it be a Golden Descendant?"
Reaching the North through long stretches of snow and wind is extremely difficult for most people; one wrong move and they could die on the way.
Only those with exceptional physical constitutions among the Golden Descendants can reach this place relatively safely.
But who would give up a perfectly good life and come to such a godforsaken place?
"Go and have a look."
Guided by the gazes of the Tirispius, Titi gently took Qiong's arm and walked towards the direction in which the Ti Palace had spotted the figure.
The wind and snow seemed to have intensified.
Passing through collapsed columns and half-buried statues, you finally arrive at an unusually open area enclosed by low stone walls.
The sight that came into view made everyone pause for a moment.
"Is this... a cemetery?"
A desolate land covered with thick snow, with countless stone tablets standing densely packed together.
They vary in height and shape, and most of them have been blurred by wind and frost.
In front of the group of tombstones, Qiong saw a slender figure wearing a black hood.
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A biting wind howled, and the sun was nowhere to be seen.
The tombstones stretched to the horizon.
Each stone tablet is inscribed with blurred and illegible characters, blurred by the erosion of time, with some characters peeling off and only fragments remaining.
A slender little hand wearing an old, brownish-purple glove brushed away the snow from the top of a tombstone.
The man in black robes pulled out a brand-new dagger from his waist, and with the tip of the blade, he traced and deepened the inscription on the tombstone, which had been blurred beyond recognition by wind and time.
She seemed to know the inscriptions on every stone in the cemetery by heart.
Are you visiting a grave?
Suddenly, a lighthearted voice, completely out of place with the deathly silence of the cemetery, came from behind.
The figure, draped in a black robe and completely shrouded in shadow, paused, seemingly not expecting to hear human voices here.
She stopped what she was doing, stood up, and turned to look.
It was a young man with gray hair and golden eyes, who was looking at her with great interest.
Beside him stood a beautiful woman with fiery red hair and a gentle demeanor.
Who are you...?
A low, soft, and ethereal voice.
Qiong saw the face of the person in black robes clearly; it was a young girl.
Her white hair, gradually turning purple, was covered by a hood, with only a few strands falling beside her temples.
Her face was serene, exquisite, and beautiful, like a flawless piece of jade, as if she were a stunning fairy from a fairy tale.
Her stunningly beautiful phoenix eyes were a deep purple, and her lips were extremely pale, as if sculpted from ice and snow, yet they possessed an indescribable beauty. It was as if her elegance had reached its peak, yet it also revealed an extremely alluring and vibrant color.
The cold wind blew up the black robe, revealing the girl's inner clothing.
The white dress seemed to be made of layers upon layers of plain white ribbons.
“My name is Qiong, and she is my companion, Tirispius. There is another companion you cannot see, so I will not introduce her for now.”
After being glared at by the adorable March 7 with her puffed-out cheeks, Sora and the red-haired beauty walked up to the girl in the black robe.
However, as the two approached, the girl instinctively stepped back slightly.
"Don't be afraid, we're not good people."
Qiong was taken aback when she saw this, but smiled and comforted her.
Tirispeius: "..."
The girl in black robes: "..."
"Don't listen to his nonsense."
A sly smile flickered across her lips. Tirispyos reluctantly grabbed Sora's arm and stepped forward to explain.
"Hello, we are travelers visiting this place for the first time, and we mean no harm."
"Xia Die, that is my name."
The girl politely responded to the self-introduction, her gaze sweeping over the two people in front of her.
"Are you... an ascetic seeking death?"
Why do you think that?
Qiong didn't answer, but instead asked a question with a smile.
“Apart from ascetics who love Senatos, very few people would set foot in this harsh and remote place that is perpetually covered by ice and snow.”
As Xia Die answered, Qiong smiled and observed the girl's demeanor.
They were dignified and polite.
This indicates a special status, or at least a past status and position of great importance.
The girl's subconscious distancing from herself and Tirispyos reveals that she is not good at socializing, rarely interacts with others, and is even somewhat afraid of interacting with people.
His speech is clear and fluent. Is it because he is not socially anxious, but is he naturally introverted and aloof, or is there another reason?
"You don't look like someone who believes in Cenatos either, yet you're here too?"
As a skilled masked fool, judging and understanding a person's character and identity in a short time is a basic skill.
Take Hanabi for example. If she doesn't even know a person's personality and identity, how can she impersonate them?
The same goes for the sky.
It all depends on whether he wants to analyze and profile a person.
"Or are you a descendant of the Aidirians, here to sweep the tombs of your ancestral land?"
Looking at the clearly engraved epitaphs on those tombstones, Qiong had already ruled out this guess.
“I... used to live here, and I was a member of Aidiria.”
Xia Die hesitated for two seconds before speaking.
"Are you a member of the Golden Clan?"
Tirispius's eyes flickered slightly.
Aederia has been extinct for nearly a thousand years, and the average lifespan of an ordinary person in Onphalus is no more than a hundred years. Even among some long-lived ethnic groups, it is rare for anyone to live past one hundred and fifty years.
Those with golden blood have a longer lifespan, but even those reaching hundreds of meters are extremely rare.
Being able to survive for so long... means they can't be ordinary Golden Descendants.
"Yes."
Xia Die nodded in agreement.
The first Golden Descendant actually appeared only in the last few hundred years, and it was related to a divine oracle.
No one could understand the rules of the oracle.
The only plausible speculation is that it favors those in extreme circumstances, and miracles will happen to them.
This is easy to understand for Qiong and March 7th; the Golden Descendants are the travelers of destiny.
Countless Golden Descendants rose to prominence during the Golden War, and their existence has long been known to the world.
Xia Die felt that her situation was special, and her identity as a Golden Descendant was the perfect reason to explain her special circumstances.
"It really is the Golden Blood! Do you know about the prophecy of rebirth?"
Tirispius was somewhat pleased.
A crucial step in the journey to the flame is to gather the Golden Blood and select from among countless Golden Bloods the one who can bear the flame.
"Re-creation?"
Xia Die looked puzzled and shook her head slightly.
"I'm sorry, I haven't heard of it."
“I am the saint of Janusapolis.”
"—The Prophecy Saintess?"
People may not know the name Tirispius, but most people know the Saint of Janusapolis, and so does Xavier.
That was the oracle center of Onphalus.
"That's right, in the name of the Three Phases of Destiny, I proclaim the message of salvation to the earth..."
"Hey, stop, stop!"
Qiong raised her hand to stop the saintess who was conveying the divine message to Xia Die.
"I told you not to rush to pass on the fire."
"When you're chasing the fire, you have to do it slowly, carefully, and in an orderly manner. It's not about blindly spreading the fire, but about spreading it precisely, scientifically, efficiently, and strategically."
Tirispius is still too inexperienced.