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In the east of the Beastman Empire, there was a vast expanse of plains. There were no signs of human habitation, but this was the paradise of strange beasts.

There were mountains, lakes, swamps, and even wetlands here. Countless kinds of strange beasts lived here, including many master level or even master level strange beasts.

All the beasts here loved to live in groups. What was the feeling when you were faced with such a large crowd of beasts? It was despair. Yes, this was the Plains of Despair.

Whoosh.

At this moment, a blue ball of light appeared in the sky above the Plains of Despair. The sudden spatial power made all the beasts look up at the same time as they began to growl.

"Yah!"

Ron exclaimed, scared out of his wits when he opened his eyes.

The Spatial Force disappeared, and Ron's entire body lost the support of the blue ball of light as he fell from the sky.

"Don't!"

Ron hadn't expected to be high up in the air. He still couldn't fly, and the result of his fall was that he would fall to his death.

After escaping from the three Saint realm experts of the Holy Church with great difficulty, he ended up dead. This was too depressing.

As if he had heard Ron's thoughts, just as he was about to land on the ground, a black force appeared out of thin air, caught him, and dropped him to the ground.

"It's Grandpa Homerin!"

Ron, still in a state of shock and joy, had been saved by Grandpa Homerin.

However, there were many things Ron did not understand. Wasn't Grandpa Homerin a spirit body? How could he show himself? Moreover he was talking to Holy Church. He didn't even need to use his body to fight as he was able to force two people to retreat in one fell swoop.

"Thank you, Grandpa Holmerin."

When Ron landed on the ground, he thanked Homelin, who smiled and looked at him with a pleased expression.

At the sight of Komelin, Ron jumped in fright. Komelin's figure turned dim, almost disappearing. His appearance seemed to have aged several decades, becoming extremely weak. The extremely powerful soul force that Ron admired had also dissipated by more than half.

This was the weakness that Ron had never felt since he had met Komelin.

Ron panicked, a bad feeling rising in his heart.

As if he had confirmed Ron's guess, he raised his head with much difficulty, the soul force in his body kept flickering, and he said with a smile, "Ron, I'm afraid I won't be able to accompany you in the future …"

"Grandpa Homerin, what did you say?" Ron said in shock.

"After fighting with those two Saint realm experts, my soul force has almost completely dissipated. Haha, without the support of my soul force, my soul body will have disappeared too …"

Komelin smiled and looked at Ron.

"No …" Don't. Grandpa Homerin. "It's not like that …"

Ron's eyes welled with tears before he had heard what Komelin had said. He lunged at him, but missed, and Komelin, as a spirit, was almost gone now.

This medium was Ron's body, but Ron's body could not withstand the huge amount of soul force coming from it. In that case, the only thing he could do was to directly release it, and the price of directly releasing it was extremely high, just like how he was now.

Ron knew in his heart that it had been Grandpa Homerin who had saved him, and that if it hadn't been for Grandpa Homerin's use of his immense soul power, he would have died long ago and not have been like this.

"No …" No …. Grandpa Homerin, don't leave me. Don't leave me … "

How long had it been since he'd cried? He only remembered crying once when his grandfather had died.

He had expected all this from the moment he appeared, and reconciled himself with the Light Society on the basis of this too. He was leaving, but he was worried about Ron, who, although he did not know much about this strange continent, knew that the Light Society of a hundred thousand years ago had grown to the level of such a great power as it was today, and Ron was like an ant to them.

He was planning for Ron's life!

"Ron. Don't cry. There was still a long way to go. However, in the future, you'll have to leave by yourself … " As if he were delivering his last words, Homerin simply said everything he had to say, "Next thing you know. The Necromantic Magic I want to train in, I've already engraved it on … "In the soul ring, up to the Saint realm, that's all Grandpa Hou Meilin can do for you …"

His soul force could not hold out for long.

"No …" Grandfather, don't go …. "Don't go …"

Ron was already sobbing.

"Child... You're me. The most outstanding student, learning Necromancy … More than a year had passed … He was already a Undead … Magister, you are only seventeen years old now … Really … Grandpa Holmerin is proud of you … "

"Ron, don't cry, strong people don't need tears … You don't have to worry about Grandfather, the disappearance of your soul might be a new beginning … "

His eyes were full of reluctance, and he held out his hand.

"Child... He wanted his grandfather to be the last … "Touch your face..."

In the cool tears, as if something had brushed past, Ron reached out slightly and placed a withered hand on his face.

Komelin laughed, and her cloudy eyes filled with tears.

"Good-bye, Ron!" "Goodbye, my child. You must remember to live well …"

Like a gust of wind, the solid arm dissipated, and the black mist dispersed.

"Grandfather … "Grandfather …"

Rönn cried as he stretched out his hand to try to pull Grandpa Holmerin away. However, all he caught was a black fog and Holmerin's figure had already disappeared.

At this time, a bolt of lightning streaked across the sky. With a sound, the sky was covered by dark clouds at an unknown time. Not long after that, heavy rain began to fall.

"Grandpa Homerin …"

In the vast expanse of heaven and earth, Ron's despairing roar could be heard.

Ron was drenched from the rain, which had spattered the ground and blended with the wind, and he was kneeling on the ground, oblivious to the pouring rain.

After an unknown period of time, Ron slowly raised his head. His eyes were bloodshot, and he gritted his teeth, spitting out a few words from between his teeth.

"God … Teach … "Ding..."

The clouds dispersed, the wind cleared, and the rain stopped. The world once again returned to its former brightness, and a lively scene appeared on the ground.

On the boundless Plains of Despair, a thin and stubborn figure stood up from the ground. He dried his tears and took large steps forward. Every step he took on the muddy road was firm and resolute.

The sunlight after the rain shined onto the skinny boy's body, pulling out a long figure …

… ….

The Elven race, Forest of Life.

Whoosh.

"Poof — poof — poof —"

On a thick tree trunk, a few arrows were aimed at the center of the target. The tail feathers on the arrows were still quivering.

"Shadow Strike!"

A black shadow, agile like a deer in the mountain, jumped up. Every time it changed directions, an arrow would shoot out from her hand. No matter what angle it was aimed at, the arrow would hit the target.

When the last arrow was shot from the bowstring, that graceful figure finally stopped. Looking at the three targets filled with arrows, she let out a soft sigh. Her handsome face revealed a trace of mischievousness, showing that she was extremely satisfied with her current state.

"Pah …" Pow … "Pah …"

A round of applause rang out, only to see a noble lady wearing a long green dress slowly walking over, her eyes filled with happiness. "Not bad, Aurora. Your archery has improved …"

"Grandmother …"

It was Aurora who had shot the arrow. When she saw who it was, her face lit up with happiness and she immediately ran over. "Grandma, you're back!"

"Un, I just returned and I just happened to see you practicing..."

It was the High Priestess of the Elven Life, Wendy. She had just returned from a meeting at the seaport of Buzendala.

She glanced at Aurora, smiled, and said, "Hm, not bad. It seems that your strength has already reached the realm of 'Archer'."

With a single glance, Wintini saw through Aurora's strength. In front of her, Aurora had nowhere to hide.

Aurora lowered her head in embarrassment and smiled. "I just broke through too. I've just broken through not too long ago …"

"With your age, it's already not bad …"

Then she said, "By the way, Aurora, I need to tell you some good news."

"Grandma, what's the good news?"

"It's about that heartless human male of yours …" said Wendy with a mysterious smile.

"Ron?" It had been a long time since she'd heard anything about Ron, and the face that wasn't handsome, but had a determined look in it, came back to her mind.

"What happened to Ron?" Aurora tensed.

"It's nothing much …" Wendy smiled and said, "In the assembly, Holy Empire has launched an attack on the Roland Empire, making your academy's principal, what's his name …"

As a God Realm master, she didn't really remember the names of those Saint realm experts.

"Dean Platz!"

"Yes, it's Platz …" Wendy nodded.

"The Holy Church asked him to hand over Ron. Hehe, of course Pratz doesn't agree. But in the end, Vice President Hao Qin said something and set the tone …"

She didn't notice that Aurora's face had turned to one of horror, but she continued, "Originally, I could have helped him if I had said something at the meeting, but when I thought about the guy who hurt my granddaughter's heart, do you think I could forgive him? Of course not. "After that, the council sent out their enforcement team. Hehe, I think the odds are against that guy …"

"Grandmother … Why are you. "How could you …"

When Aurora heard this, she bit her lower lip and burst into tears.

He thought he would be able to forget, but some of the memories had already seeped into his bones. They appeared like a movie, one scene after another before Aurora's eyes.

Unknowingly, Aurora's face was covered in tears.

When Wendy saw this, she panicked a little, "My little Aurora, what happened to you? "Aiya, this kind of human is the most ungrateful. My child, you aren't worthy of being sad for him …"