Chapter 472: The Legendary Treasure

"Why not? It's even more authentic than your fine brew! By the way, where are the two of them? Why aren't they with me?"

Sitting on a chair before the hearth was a Dwarf goddess with golden hair trailing to the floor, a full figure, and a benevolent face. Facing her invitation, Sinuoli laughed heartily and accepted the fine wine poured by the Mother Goddess herself.

"In my Divine Kingdom, I am the sole master; those two little ones have their own suitable knowledge and heritage to receive."

"It's been many years, and your grace is even greater than before!"

Sipping the wine and feeling the exotic energy contained within, Sinuoli moved his spine to find the back of the chair, choosing a relatively relaxed posture. Valaya was the catalyst for his arrival in this world, and he had countless ideas about what to say upon meeting again, but when it came time to speak, he still started with a few polite pleasantries.

"Hmm, are you getting used to life over here? I hope you don't hold a grudge against me. I relied on the legacy of the Creator to summon you; I had no other choice..."

"Hahaha! What are you saying! I should be the one thanking you for your trust! Let's not speak of the past; the three great vows of those years were spoken with all my heart, and I have truly given my all for them over these years!"

After a light sigh, Valaya brought up that topic, but Sinuoli laughed and interrupted her. Having lived as a Dwarf for thirty years, longer than his previous life, he had long since integrated and become a member of this world.

Furthermore, he was now a Demigod of great renown, had just reclaimed the Eight Peaks, and his influence was on the fast track to development. After working so hard and finally being on the verge of a good life, even if he could be sent back, he couldn't possibly agree to such an act of discarding the millstone once the donkey is done!

"Hmm, let me tell you how he reclaimed the... well, let's just call it Karak-Four Peaks; the writing system you created seems a bit simple, at most suitable for short-lived races."

"No more little troubles!"

The Dwarf gods were ancestors first and deities second; the pragmatic nature of the Sons of the Mountains was well reflected in them, and as the only male among them, Sinuoli disliked tedious formalities even more.

Looking at the crisscrossing axe and blade marks on the large wine cup, Sinuoli muttered with sorrow. He rubbed his hands together, and divine power, primarily green, wrapped around it. After a brief hesitation, he pushed the cup, which still retained those scars, back in front of Valaya.

"Kelage came to visit me after; after all, I am the only one who has awakened—he told me a part of the story of his disciple, that commander type. I guessed at the time that, given his caution, he would brew for a few days before heading north, but I didn't expect to underestimate his enterprising spirit and brilliance in commanding troops."

"Hahahaha!"

"Behind me? There's nothing there!"

Sinuoli told him that gods were rejected by the world, but the Astral Realm was too dangerous; those who left directly like Grimnir were few and far between, and the vast majority would carve out a piece of the Warp, which was their Divine Kingdom, to reside in. The area and prosperity of a Divine Kingdom were directly linked to the amount of faith received.

"How can that be? We shall do this and that... and guarantee you will get it back tenfold or hundredfold!" After a brief agreement, Valaya bid farewell to the Mother Goddess; he still had to return to the Eight Peaks to handle the aftermath and formulate subsequent plans.

"Don't be so dejected, child. I won't let you return empty-handed. You brought my old partner; after you fix it, it should be able to give you some help."

"As for this legacy of the Old Ones, I didn't even know what its functions were before activating it. As for what help it will give you, that is even less for me to know, but regardless, it has achieved the effect I expected."

"The wine sprayed from the cup is a panacea for allies and a deadly poison for enemies. Drinking it daily also has the effect of strengthening the body."

In front of the fortress gate, the Dwarfs were working in full swing to rebuild the Divine Statue and altar, preparing for the upcoming festival. Sinuoli dismissed the team; those guys couldn't hold it in any longer—give them a chance to enter a tavern, and they could talk about this wonderful experience for three days and three nights.

"Having said so much, is there anything you want to ask me?" With such a fascinating story to accompany the wine, the liquid in the cup disappeared quickly, and they poured each other another, Sinuoli staring wide-eyed at Valaya.

Valaya couldn't help but blurt out a curse; how could he punish himself? At this point, he opened the system and saw that the two major conditions—the reclamation of the Eight Peaks and the awakening of the Ancestor Goddess—had both been met, and the ultimate Sinuoli Ritual that could adjust Dwarf reproductive parameters could finally be used!

"Announce my return? Can't you just tell them? Leaving the Divine Kingdom to appear in the Mortal World consumes a great deal."

"Good! What a brilliant plan! Your Sinuoli Ritual is truly extraordinary!"

"Do you not need to talk about what came before? I was planning to start from Karak-Varn by the White Water Lake!"

"In those happy days, it was the undisputed protagonist!"

Leaving behind some elites to serve as an honor guard, the main force returned in high spirits, no longer maintaining the solemn atmosphere of their arrival. The three who had received Sinuoli's summons were naturally not stingy in sharing Sinuoli's grace and teachings.

Hearing that he had blown up the water-blocking layer of the Silver Abyss, destroyed the underground city that Clan Mors had operated for thousands of years with less than ten percent of his troops, and incidentally used the power of nature to wash away the pollution left by the rats to clear obstacles for reconstruction, Sinuoli couldn't help but slap the table in satisfaction.

"Holy shit!"

Seeing Valaya not answering for a long time, Sinuoli smiled and comforted him. Back then, he had collected treasures from across the Old World, and the Master Brewer Bergman had presented the Divine Cup of the Ancestor Goddess, but the artifact's Energy Core had been damaged.

"Just give it to me like this? It feels like there's no sense of ritual at all. By the way, since you have awakened, how do you intend to announce your return to the clansmen?"

Returning to the office and intending to check the ceremony process, Valaya saw Belagar pacing anxiously at the door. This didn't seem like something that should appear on the master of the Eight Peaks, who had just reclaimed his homeland and beheaded the enemy chief.

For these years, Valaya had never found the parts needed for repairs; this trip to Snuori's Gate, he had brought it with him, not expecting the original owner to have a way to make it glow with life again.

"Hmm, that wasn't me saying it; it's a legend, a legend, you see. You have always been preparing a treasure that could return the mountains to a Golden Age. Look at this treasure, am I qualified to wield it?"

Valaya licked his lips and spoke; after all, reclaiming the Eight Peaks could be considered a major milestone node in a game, so some exciting rewards were to be expected. He didn't expect the Mother Goddess to sweep away her benevolence upon hearing this and laugh until her chest heaved with vast waves.

Following the direction of the Mother Goddess's finger, Valaya turned his head to look, but there was no object containing great power on the rock wall behind him.

Valaya took the large wine cup and toyed with it for a moment; this auxiliary artifact was Sinuoli's signature treasure. He figured it would have a wider range of applications and be more flexible to use than his own mechanical casting of rituals via the system.

"Don't look back! That treasure, haha, isn't it you?"

"Speaking of which, after Master left the Everpeak..."