Chapter 1112: A Story No One Knows

Ancient Xiewu like the "Pantanal Xiewu" are difficult to be completely destroyed, otherwise they would not have been just sealed in the ancient era. This time, under the arrow pulled by Miss Feilian'anna and Xia De, the damage suffered by the main body only reached the highest limit it could bear, so it fell into a dormant state for at least a hundred years.

But what Xia De pursued was not just a hundred years of peace.

Suddenly, a fiery red light group appeared in the sky. Accompanied by crisp bird calls, the newborn Phoenix and the sister holding fire appeared under the starry sky.

The silver blindfold shimmered under the starry sky, and the fair hands burned by the fire were folded together. The sister bowed slightly to the five semi-divine witches under the starry sky.

The Eleventh-Tier brass life ring behind her turned into a dark golden sickle in the light. The burning primal fire flowed out from the sister's hands, forming fiery red cracks on the surface of her body, and also causing scars of fire to appear on the dark golden sickle.

The shell of the ash long sword held in her left hand peeled off, revealing the interior like burning metal. Holding the dark golden sickle in her right hand and the ash long sword in her left hand, she crossed them.

Accompanied by the sky fire falling from the starry sky, the sickle symbolizing the power of the ancient god 【Ancient Death God】 and the ash long sword stabilizing the power of the primal fire were thrown by Sister Daifulin toward the petrified Xiewu main body on the west bank of the lake.

Ten seconds after the two weapons left her hands, a raging fire burned around Pantanal Lake. The black clouds in the starry sky gradually dissipated, revealing the dim starry sky, and the blizzard gradually calmed down in the fire, but there were still fine snowflakes falling from the night sky.

The whisper elements brought by the revival of the Xiewu seemed to be burned by this fire, and dissipated rapidly. Although it was still night, people on the island felt inexplicably that dawn seemed to have arrived.

The Church and the Academy both wanted to contact the five witches suspected of coming from the Fifth Era, but the witches recalled the weapons they had just used and returned to the Stonehenge.

"Daifulin, do you know what happened?"

Maria, the Thirteenth-Tier female mage of the Church of Nature, "Nightmare Witch", flew toward Sister Daifulin in the sky. Facing the firelight surrounding the lake, the sister was still expressionless:

"I don't know."

Because of the huge energy spent stabilizing the primal fire, almost her whole body was soaked with sweat. But after confirming that Xia De had forcibly used sublimation language to summon that terrible power, she did not hesitate to absorb the primal fire flame split at the top of the tower.

At this moment, the "primal fire" was burning fiercely in her body in an unprecedented posture, warming her body and burning her soul. But the gray sister robe soaked with sweat had no time to change. Although it was very uncomfortable, she knew she still had some things to do:

"Maria, the seal of the lighthouse still needs me to handle."

She raised her hand to catch the falling Phoenix, and the two disappeared into the sky amidst the firelight.

"Miss Afuluola, Miss Miss Jia Lin Na, do you know what happened?"

Miss Xierweiya asked her two companions. The Church's mages dispersed to the surroundings of the island to confirm the situation, treat the wounded, and contact the main force outside the swamp. No one cared about the three witches who helped them.

"The Church people might not have seen it clearly, but I don't believe you didn't see that the short witch was wearing your ring."

Miss Miss Jia Lin Na mocked. After experiencing so many things tonight, her thoughts had changed:

"I know your thoughts about Xia De. How about this, the one who is competing with you for the apprentice is not just me."

The black-haired witch showed a smile that she could hardly control:

"Sure enough, it's him... My eye for people is really good."

The third seat of the Council, Miss Afuluola, looked at the fog shrouding the Stonehenge in the sky:

"Since everyone's thoughts are about the same, let's discuss in advance how to report to the Speaker and the Council... Xia De..."

A smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

"John, long time no see, do you know what happened?"

Strange to say, the dead forest in front of the tower had been destroyed in the battle just now, but the old manor that imprisoned souls was almost intact. The ground cracks had closed, and firelight was burning all around. Old John was walking through the manor courtyard with a worried face when he suddenly heard someone talking.

Looking up, he saw an old man who looked even older than him, wearing a brown robe, smoking a pipe. His hair had fallen out, and his figure was short and fat.

"You are... the curator of the Apuna Library, oh, it's Old Higgins! Good, you haven't died yet. We last met thirty years ago, right?"

The two old men shook hands enthusiastically in the snow, and then looked at the semi-circular thick fog like a cocoon in the direction of the lighthouse behind.

"This time your losses are huge, the Church will not let you go."

Old John mocked. The old man called "Old Higgins" nodded while smoking his pipe:

"So what? We did obtain clues about the 【Silver Moon Library】, but the clues are very vague."

"The library that records all knowledge..."

Old John smiled mockingly:

"The shelter left by the thirteen ancient gods can only be used by those who are qualified. The ones that the Church, the Academy, and a few lucky organizations have dabbled in only have the simplest qualifications for use."

"You don't have to mock us either. How are you doing now? Are you still preparing for the end of the world?"

Old Higgins asked. The owner of the pawnshop in Tuobeisike nodded:

"Yes, but I just obtained some strange information. Also, the appearance of that God Caller has also brought brand-new changes to our world... In Tuobeisike, I also know a very good young man, who might be able to inherit our cause in the future. Although the end of the world is bound to come, everything seems to be getting better."

The two old men stood there looking into the distance, their thoughts different.

White smoke clouds rolled around the Stonehenge under the starry sky. The power of space-time was about to end, and in the Stonehenge, except for the five witches who came because of the sublimation language, there were only the weak Xia De and Yin Yi Yi Lu Na.

"Miss Feilian'anna..."

Until this moment, Yin Yi Yi Lu Na summoned the courage to say hello, and doubted whether her ancient language of the Fifth Era could support the communication. She had always admired this legendary lady, but didn't know what to say when they met.

The witch wearing a purple dress and a pointed hat nodded to her with a smile, and then looked at Xia De, who was being supported by her:

"How have you been all these years, Xia De?"

Her right hand gently brushed Xia De's cheek, and Miss Oulannuode, Miss Violet, Miss Theresa, and Miss Chloe also gathered around. Each of them looked at Xia De, and they didn't feel surprised at all about their appearance this time.

"I..."

He looked at the ladies surrounding him by the bonfire. Yin Yi Yi Lu Na consciously stepped back a few steps, leaving space for them, and envied them incomparably in her heart:

"If, if I could also have such power..."

"The echo of space-time has played, and the final moment is probably not far away."

The Witch Emperor said with a smile, pressing her finger on his lips, signaling that he didn't need to speak.

"There will be opportunities to meet again in the future."

Miss Theresa's face was still so green. She let the five Wisdom Stones return to the arrow.

"You seem to have lost weight. Is there no one around to take care of your daily life?"

Miss Oulannuode asked softly, complaining a bit, the half-elf's voice was very nice:

"Even if you don't care about the details of life yourself, does St. Byron not know how to respect you?"

"Xia De hasn't told St. Byron about his affairs."

Yin Yi Yi Lu Na finally found an opportunity to interject.

Iluna finally found an opportunity to interject.

"You need to take good care of yourself. Honestly, the witches and young ladies of this era actually don't know how to take care of their own man."

Miss Chloe said softly, her eyes looking at Xia De with reluctance and lingering affection:

"We will meet again. Ahead, you still have a very long road to walk..."

Watching Xia De surrounded by the bonfire, Iluna suddenly thought of something:

"Miss Feilian, did you ever leave a message for Xia De in the Witches' Council? The one about investigating Miss Chloe."

Discovering that the witches seemed to all use the language of the Sixth Era, she quickly summarized how Xia De had received help from the witches in front of the council's bookshelves:

"Please remember to complete this task, so that time and space form a closed loop."

Miss Olanode, who had left the echo for Xia De, nodded gently, and Iluna realized one more thing at this moment—

If what she had just said were to be relayed by Xia De while he was being held by Miss Feilian, then he would certainly repeat the words he heard word-for-word, and Miss Olanode would also have to repeat them back word-for-word.

But now that she was the one relaying it, and she herself did not know the original sentences, all the words came from her own heart. No one had deliberately sought to create a closed loop of time, yet it had formed one regardless:

"Oh, time, so that's how it is... Time is truly miraculous!"

The Destiny Ring appeared automatically behind her, and the new Enlightenment Spirit Rune 【Closed Ring】 emerged. This also meant that Iluna could advance from the Fifth Ring to the Sixth Ring.

The white clouds of smoke became denser, winding and clinging to the five witches. The points of light on their bodies dissipated; the witches were also about to leave:

"Xia De forcibly used the Language of Sublimation; even for him, he must rest for a period of time. Please take good care of him."

Miss Feilian said to Iluna with a hint of seriousness. The Great Witch's temperament and her long-standing habit of being a teacher gave the seventeen-year-old girl a slight sense of pressure, and she nodded quickly.

"This time, it is, it is I who am watching you leave."

The weak Xia De struggled to squeeze out a voice, looking at these ladies he had once cared for in the past time and space, looking at those pairs of eyes, looking at those faces that were worried about him:

"I... will definitely see you again, I definitely will..."

The sound from his lungs was abnormally hoarse. Miss Feilian's fingers pressed against his lips, telling him he didn't need to say any more.

She adjusted her expression and said to her four companions:

"Then, ladies, let us make our final farewells."