"The concept of the Realm Stone was first recorded in a book called 'The Study of Magical Materials'. It was compiled during the Ancient Rohlserlian Era. Have you read it, Sir Archmage?" The Scholar Walker asked.
"Of course. I even participated in the subsequent compilation," the Archmage replied. "This book, 'The Study of Magical Materials', is an encyclopedia that existed before I was born. It has been continuously compiled. When I first read it, there were already more than a hundred copies. I wonder what happened after that?"
"When I first saw it, there were already more than a thousand copies. Later generations continued to revise and add to this foundation. It laid the foundation of the entire material science. Even today's textbooks are based on this foundation. This is one of the precious legacies left behind by the Rohlserlian Empire. Fortunately, it was not lost in the long river of history, and it saved the future generations a lot of time and effort. Please allow me to pay my respects to you here, Sir Archmage, "The Apprentice, who used to be a teacher, said respectfully in the Void.
"This is just the accumulation and inheritance of human knowledge and wisdom. It has nothing to do with me," the Archmage said humbly. The Archmage said modestly, "But in any case, the origin of this material is untraceable. We should treat it as a brand new material, temporarily forget its name and legend, and try to understand it from scratch."
"Out of respect for the ancestors, let's call it the Realm Stone, even though this thing has little to do with the realm," Baiyi added.
As one of the beings who had the most extensive and comprehensive observation of the realm, the Voidwalkers discovered that the Realm Stone was not the foundation of the realm as the legend had it. Whether it was the real realm or the realm barrier, to the Voidwalkers, they were all objects created by the Laws. They were an independent concept, not limited to the specific composition.
In other words, as long as it was within the scope of the Laws, everything could be made into a realm. This was somewhat similar to some of the theories on Earth. As long as it was in accordance with the laws of physics, even air and water could be made into a planet.
Although the Realm Stone had nothing to do with the realm itself, it was still a mysterious object in the eyes of the Voidwalkers. The Realm Stone was constantly emitting a strange fluctuation. The fluctuation was so subtle that if one did not carefully sense it with his Psychic Energy, one would not be able to detect it at all. At the same time, it was also very mysterious. With Baiyi's current knowledge, he could not even explain what the fluctuation was. He could only feel that it gave him a strange feeling.
The Voidwalkers, on the other hand, speculated that the fluctuation originated from some kind of Law. They also believed that the source of the fluctuation did not originate from the material itself but from the War God's Sword. Baiyi had already used his Psychic Energy to carefully examine the interior of the War God's Sword. Other than the fluctuation, he did not find anything else. There was no formation, no runes, and no trace of energy. It was as if it was just a small piece of ordinary stone.
"Don't tell me this sword is a part of the Law itself?" Baiyi joked. Even he knew that it was impossible.
"The laws wouldn't be this detailed. Perhaps it has something to do with the Fourth Walker's ability? By the way, is he still alive? "asked the Archmage suddenly.
"He should be … still alive?" Baiyi scanned the Void with his consciousness and found something. "Still alive, but just like before, it's still in a deep slumber, refusing to wake up." Baiyi nodded.
If there was one person among the 33 Voidwalkers who was willing to stay in the Void forever, other than the hypocritical Painter, it would be the mysterious Fourth Walker. His codename was the Prophet and his rank and power level were unknown. Even his real name was not known. The memories that he had shared with Baiyi were not kind at all. Other than the memories of his childhood, there were only some fragmented images that could not be assembled into a complete story. Baiyi could not help but exclaim that he had been tricked by the Fourth Walker.
However, after sharing his memories with Baiyi, the Fourth Walker immediately fell into a deep sleep and had not woken up since then. Although Baiyi would force his consciousness into the Void to test the Fourth Walker's reaction when he was playing games, the Fourth Walker was as unresponsive as a corpse. No matter what game he played, the Fourth Walker would either be in a AFK state or temporarily out of the game.
Later, when he was bored, Baiyi had discussed the Fourth Walker with the other Voidwalkers. Based on the few memories that the Fourth Walker had shared with Baiyi, the Fourth Walker was a true Prophet. All of his predictions had come true.
In other words, the Fourth Walker only spoke about those predictions that would come true.
In short, the Fourth Walker was either an extraordinarily lucky charlatan, or he had already mastered some of the Laws of Reality. Theoretically, no one could predict the future. Even the first page of the Church's scripture, the fifth line, said, "No one can predict the future. Therefore, only those who believe in the True God can be protected."
If the Church's scripture was what the True God wanted to tell the world, then it was not surprising that the Fourth Walker would enter the Void. Unfortunately, the Fourth Walker had no interest in the Voidwalkers' escape plan, and he refused to communicate with anyone. After a long time, the Voidwalkers simply treated him as if he did not exist. Other than the times when Baiyi organized a game, no one really cared whether he was dead or alive.
"I have a feeling that the Fourth Walker, the Ancestor, this sword, and even the bow that the Fairy Walker had, in some way or another, are able to touch the Laws. That's why we can't understand them; we don't understand the mysteries of the Laws. Now that this sword has fallen into your hands, it has given us a chance to touch the Laws, "the Archmage concluded.
"Isn't there still one more mark? Maybe we need to get our hands on that as well to uncover the secrets of this sword. I wonder how our little friend, the King, is doing now? "Baiyi added.
At that moment, the barbarian girl that he had been thinking about had been found by her people, and she had regained her consciousness. Although she was in a terrible condition when she was found, her reputation was still there. So, some of the weird scenes did not happen. At that moment, she was riding on the back of a horse. As she rode, she used a piece of fur to rub her face. She only stopped when she could feel a burning sensation on her skin. She froze.
It had been a long, long time since she had felt this burning sensation on her face. To be more precise, she had not felt pain ever since she inherited the War God's Sword. Now that she was experiencing this sensation again, it made her aware of the situation she was in.
She had been abandoned by the War God's Sword. She was no longer the Barbarian King who ruled over the Steppe. She had turned back into an ordinary barbarian girl …
The realization made her heart feel like it was being hit by a sledgehammer. Her hands began to tremble uncontrollably, and her face unconsciously revealed an expression that she had never seen before. It was an expression of weakness.
At that moment, an old bodyguard who was accompanying her suddenly said, "Why do I feel like you've turned back into the old Attie?"
The girl quickly turned her face away, not daring to let the bodyguard see the expression on her face. Putting on her usual calm and dignified voice, she pretended to be displeased and said, "I've told you before, don't call me by that name …"
"Yes, yes. I'm sorry, Your Majesty. I've forgotten again." The bodyguard replied with a smile, as if he did not care much about the girl's attitude. Using a voice that only the two of them could hear, he continued, "But in my eyes, you'll always be the little Attie that I watched grow up, the little Attie that stole my goat's milk. Even if you've become the King and obtained the War God's Sword, in my mind, you'll always be the same …"
"Uncle, please don't say anymore …" Attie begged in a choked voice.
"No matter what happens, we'll always be by your side. You'll always be one of us." The bodyguard finished his last words, raised the reins in his hand, and ran away.
The War God would never tolerate a weak loser. This was a legend that was known throughout the grasslands. Therefore, these people who came to find the King more or less knew what had happened, and yet they were still willing to follow her back to the royal court to face the terrible fate that awaited them. Such actions were more convincing than any words.
The entire procession moved forward in the face of the rising sun, but it was not necessarily bright in front of them, because not every clansman had the same awareness. Before they could return to the royal court, when they reached a low-lying area, they were surrounded by thousands of cavalrymen who appeared on high ground. Their horses were tall and strong, casting a shadow over the entire procession.
If they charged down from above, the dozens of people around Attie would be drowned in an instant.
Behind these cavalrymen, there were many messengers riding fast on horses. These messengers would bring more people to the royal court, and the green grass would once again be filled with blood.
"Dear King, we would like to know where you went last night. Why didn't you wait in the royal tent when the Warrior's Gala is about to begin? " The leader of the cavalrymen asked in a loud voice. He was the Khan of the Sprinting Wolf Tribe. If it wasn't for Attie, who wielded the War God's Sword, slaughtering the elite cavalrymen that he was so proud of in front of him, the throne would have been his.
"Yes, our dear King, the owner of the War God's Sword, the pride of the entire grasslands, where did you go last night? I heard that the royal court was very lively last night. Is there anything we can do for you? " Another Khan seemed to be flattering, but in reality, he was pressing the issue. He was the Khan of the Goshawk Tribe, one of the strongest competitors for the throne.
"You! Are you trying to cause trouble? "Attie retorted angrily, but was met with a burst of laughter.
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