Pillar of Yita

”But there was a war between us.”

”That was just a misunderstanding.”

Fang Hong wanted to say more, but Miss Fairy softly spoke: ”In the last era of the Holy Chosen, such a situation also occurred. The lower populace didn’t understand you. Mortal memories of history are inherently limited, so misunderstandings arise easily—this is precisely why the Holy Sanctuary chooses to continuously preserve knowledge, passing down the legacy of the Ancients to the present.”

Fang Hong was somewhat surprised: ”The last era of the Holy Chosen?”

Tata shook her head: ”I’m not entirely sure, but in my knowledge memory, there was indeed such an era.”

The contemporary humans were not the first to set foot in Eteliria.

There was also the last era of the Holy Chosen.

Fang Hong’s heart was filled with astonishment.

He didn’t know if he was simply ignorant or if it was indeed an earth-shattering secret.

And could the last era of the Holy Chosen have been humans from the Ancient Era? His mind was filled with visions of past ages, and in the known history of humans, there was no record of Eteliria.

Could it have been an ancient civilization then?

He first thought of those mysterious and ancient civilizations, Egypt, the Two Rivers Basin, and the mythical era of his own country, wondering if the mythical eras of the two worlds might have intertwined. Could it be that thousands of years ago, humans also set foot on these lands?

But it wasn’t necessarily the case.

The universe is so vast; perhaps the previous generation of the Holy Choosers did not come from Earth.

Unfortunately, Miss Tata didn’t know much about this either. The Silver Tower only has rare records of this, and even the major Holy Sanctuaries that preserve knowledge have only sparse rumors about that era.

People only know that it was an age even older than the calamity of Aithelin, far before the second Star of Calamity, perhaps only the Xinsas Serpentfolk experienced the last era of the Holy Chosen.

”But it is certain,” Tata replied, ”that the Abyssal Sea Scroll contains detailed descriptions of the last era of the Holy Chosen.”

”Abyssal Sea Scroll?” Fang Hong felt it wasn’t the first time he’d heard the term.

”It’s an ancient epic preserved from before the Aithelin era, belonging to the Serpent People Empire. Unfortunately, the original is only kept beneath the Abyssal Sea, and few have truly seen it.”

While the two were conversing, the inn’s main door was pushed open behind them.

Tata heard a rustling of footsteps from that direction, glanced back, and then whispered, ”Someone’s coming.” Then her form gradually faded away, disappearing from the railing. Only then did Fang Hong turn around to find that the one approaching was the King of Warriors.

Odin walked right up to him.

He held a cup in his hand, not even glancing at Fang Hong, merely leaning on the railing, admiring the distant scenery of Long Lake. After a moment, he turned to ask, ”Why aren’t you inside? Little Nine was asking me where you went.”

Fang Hong gave a wry smile: ”They’ll force me to drink—”

”Truly unambitious.”

Odin suddenly extended his hand, handing over the cup he held.

Fang Hong was slightly taken aback, glancing into the cup, where the bright liquid reflected the moonlight—reminding him of the Elf Qinjiu he drank not long ago. Seeing his wary expression, Odin explained, ”It’s just juice.”

Fang Hong took the cup, somewhat surprised at the King of Warriors’s unexpected kindness.

”The view here is nice,” Odin remarked, looking out at the lake before turning back: ”You chose a good spot.”

Fang Hong was too embarrassed to admit that it was Miss Tata who chose it—he wouldn’t have found such a beautiful place.

Fortunately, the King of Warriors wasn’t really focused on that. He just asked, ”Do you remember what I said earlier, about why I brought you to the Southern Region?”

Fang Hong recalled something and nodded gently.

Not long ago, Odin had told him that if he could last ten seconds under his hand, Odin would reveal why he had brought him to the south. Entering the Hall of Thousand Doors was evidently just part of that purpose.

But to last ten seconds under one of the Ten Kings—how could it be easy?

These days, he’d been in combat with various big shots, rarely lasting ten seconds; usually, just a move or two would knock him down.

Of course, it largely depended on the mood of the big shots.

As if seeing through his thoughts,

Odin suddenly said, ”Tomorrow is the last day, any thoughts?”

Fang Hong shook his head in confusion, for tomorrow was the seventh day, when they would set off for the Tower of Summer’s End and open the Hall of Thousand Doors from there.

But as of now, he didn’t even know what kind of place the Hall of Thousand Doors was, let alone have any thoughts. However, as for preparation, he wasn’t unprepared, since he hadn’t been wasting time over the past week.

Seeing him shake his head, Odin wasn’t surprised. He then replied, ”Once you come out of the Hall of Thousand Doors, you can head to Fanric. If you’re curious about my agenda, well, I’d like you to do something.”

Fang Hong looked at the King of Warriors and remained noncommittal. ”What is it?”

”Nothing major, really, just to represent Ragnarok at the Continental League,” Odin replied.

Fang Hong was momentarily stunned, then responded, ”I’ve told you, I won’t join any guild.”

”I know,” Odin said, looking at him: ”I’m not asking you to join Ragnarok. It’s actually a covenant between the Super Competitive League and the Colin Ishurian Royal Household. Since the new king has just ascended, the Prime Minister’s faction doesn’t want to embarrass themselves too badly at the Continental League, so they’ve turned to the Invoker for help—”